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onlythebranch) wrote2019-07-17 04:48 pm
onlythebranch) wrote2019-07-17 04:48 pm
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[july 31]
On the eve of the day before Lughnasadh, the shining one of the Tuatha Dé Danann wakes in a bed that is not his.
There is a man in bed beside him, fair and lovely, but this is not entirely unheard of and though Lugh cannot remember his name or having lain with him -- a disappointment, truly -- he thinks little of his presence. It is the room that catches his focus. Unlike anything he has ever seen before, he lies still for a long time, studying the walls and considering his options. Listening for enemies. There is movement elsewhere in the building, though not close enough to be considered a threat and those he hears seem to be making no attempt to conceal their movements.
Not enemies, then. His enemies are not so foolish.
Standing from the bed, Lugh moves through the chamber without bothering to dress. None of these things belong to him. His spear, sword and hound are nowhere to be seen. There are weapons, but they are not his. They interest him little, though he notes their location should he need them.
Though the lodgings are strange, he does not panic. The God King does not panic.
With deft fingers, he braids his long hair, then does the same with his beard. His exploration continues, slow and methodical, until he's reached the bedchambers once more. The pale man is still asleep and Lugh walks to the bed and nudges the frame with his knee.
"Dúisigh," he demands of the man. "Mínigh seo."
There is a man in bed beside him, fair and lovely, but this is not entirely unheard of and though Lugh cannot remember his name or having lain with him -- a disappointment, truly -- he thinks little of his presence. It is the room that catches his focus. Unlike anything he has ever seen before, he lies still for a long time, studying the walls and considering his options. Listening for enemies. There is movement elsewhere in the building, though not close enough to be considered a threat and those he hears seem to be making no attempt to conceal their movements.
Not enemies, then. His enemies are not so foolish.
Standing from the bed, Lugh moves through the chamber without bothering to dress. None of these things belong to him. His spear, sword and hound are nowhere to be seen. There are weapons, but they are not his. They interest him little, though he notes their location should he need them.
Though the lodgings are strange, he does not panic. The God King does not panic.
With deft fingers, he braids his long hair, then does the same with his beard. His exploration continues, slow and methodical, until he's reached the bedchambers once more. The pale man is still asleep and Lugh walks to the bed and nudges the frame with his knee.
"Dúisigh," he demands of the man. "Mínigh seo."