Two thousand years. You won’t even sleep. You’ll be conscious every second. It would drive you mad.
t i t l e s don’t mean anything. It’s what’s inside that counts.
credit pics: eagleeyes, chaosmaka & yavannauk.
M e r l i n c a s t f e s t: CM week
Day 3: Random Fact
Gwencelot appreciation week:
day 2: one color (yellow)
I swear I’m going to rescue my men…or die trying.
They’re more than friends, more than brothers.
The prophets speak of Arthur’s bane. You will do well to fear it, for it stalks him, like a ghost in the night.
Faster than the wind, passionate as sin, ended so suddenly.
"Why does a lowly servant continue to risk everything for Arthur and for Camelot?"