☿ and ❤ for Gwen if you like! :) (from skraelofthenorthwind)
Opinions II Accepting II @skraelofthenorthwind II (These got long, so the second is under a cut!)
☿: Opinion on gender
“My opinion on gender? What a fascinating topic...” The Queen’s head dips to one side, just so, as she considers the question.
“I...” choosing her words carefully, she ventures, “I believe that it is not such a differential factor as we believe it to be. I have known men who would sooner use a needle than a blade, and women who would defend their land better than their husbands. Here in Camelot, even, we have women among the royal guard, with whom I would entrust my life, as securely as I’d trust any male guard-- because they have been sworn to duty by Camelot, and that oath is not measured by gender, but by a person’s heart.
“I understand that my opinions are... modern, compared to some others in the surrounding kingdoms, but truly, I see no reason to mark gender as fiercely, and in such a limited way, as we do. Are we not all capable in the things we work to become capable at? Because the last I’d heard, a woman could do something like learn to hunt-- and in fact, is it not a woman who heads the Wild Hunt?-- just as well as any man who puts in the same effort.
“It is why there is both a King and a Queen. Second as my input is to my husband’s, it is because he pulled Excalibur from stone and hoisted it high for all to see; it is not because he is a man.”
❤: Opinion on love
Guinevere smiles softly. “Oh dear, I fear you may catch me prattling on for far too long on this topic, so I’ll work to keep it brief.
“In a kingdom where some are blessed with magic, one might think it to be the most powerful force in our known world, but I disagree. For, truly, what force could rival something as devastating as love?
“There is a reason that though Sir Lancelot fights valiantly under my banner, he is meant to keep his distance. It is not because I am married, though that certainly does add to it, but rather, because a knight’s devotion to his patron must be soft, chaste, innocent. Lancelot is devoted to me as the most loyal of friends, and I am devoted to seeing him safe, and granting him reward when he achieves victory under my name.
“Because you see, his loyalty is to Camelot first, and love second. To fall into a maddening sort of love, the kind which begets wars and the downfall of empires, would be a betrayal of the banner under which he fights.
“Therefore, the love that Lancelot and I share must be kept carefully controlled, at a distance from both of us. Lest he fall victim to placing our friendship above Camelot’s values.
“Because a scorned Lancelot-- and indeed, a scorned knight at all-- is dangerous. He is close to the king, and could wipe him out before our very eyes, and he could do it all in the name of love, and what could we do to fix that?
“Spells can be reversed, magic can be overcome, but I’ve never known a single person who can weasel their way out of love’s grasp. We can play at managing our emotions, pretend that it doesn’t eat us up from the inside, but at the end of the day, when the sun goes down, and there is nothing left but the moon to hear your sighs--” and she freezes, cutting herself off, realizing that she’s begun to border on anecdotal discussion.
“Well.” She concludes, cheeks a touch pink. “At any rate, I believe that love is the most powerful force any one of us can experience. And aren’t we lucky for it?” Her smile is weaker, then.
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❛ ♚ @girlhoodhorror plotted for velma dinkley.
𝐃𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃 –– rain came down furiously, like it was trying to punish them for driving in this weather. As a result, she couldn’t see ANYTHING. The windshield wipers worked overtime to push past the slosh of water, but it helped only marginally. Purple lightning FLASHED through the sky, electrifying the world around them in a shock of white. Daphne fought to swallow her sudden panic. She was a good driver. She’d driven through snow storms and sand blasts but this was something else.
She didn’t glance at Velma then, afraid to take her eyes off whatever bits of road she could see, but nearly voiced her concern. I’m scared, Velma.
❛ I can’t drive through this, ❜ she blurted, eventually, white-knuckle grip keeping them both aloft through this watery apocalypse. ❛ WE NEED TO PULL OVER! ❜ Daphne realized she was shouting now. Shouting because she could barely hear what Velma said in return. The storm had gobbled them up right into its mouth.
She couldn’t hear anything at all.