Corner of the Beach, Sunday Late Afternoon

[bitchprince]

The sun wasn't quite going down yet, but it was clearly thinking about it. And Arthur... also needed some time and space before he went completely mad and picked up whatever mental disease clearly roamed the island.

He'd hence made his way down to the beach. Conscience, however, hadn't allowed him to go completely on his own, which meant that he couldn't quite escape the insanity entirely.

At least Merlin and Arawn were both from Camelot. He wasn't sure he could deal with more tales of his continued stay in this place right now.

[[ for two, please! ]]