Or, perhaps, most of that perspective actually come from here. Uther finds it very difficult to keep track, suddenly.
Death comes with a lot of regret, and a lot of thinking. Things you never realised before. Especially now, with what he got to know here in Asgard, it's all ... a lot to take in. There's no magic in his body this time, he can feel it, but that doesn't change the fact that before he left he used it. Used it to save someone. With his own hands. Didn't hire anyone to do it, like he's done before. To save those he couldn't live without.
Those he couldn't live without and, through his own desperate actions, had to live without.
It's jarring, to come from all that into this. Into noise and light and confetti and festivities. Everybody happy and cheerful and greeting him like a hero when he feels like anything but. Hardly even feels like a king at all. He can't muster smiles, but he nods in thanks, this way and that, as he tries to find some quiet spot, solace somewhere.
He's trying to stay calm, to keep a collected face, but his movements are jerky and his face falls at random intervals as he loses track of himself in his own mind. It's only a matter of time before he bumps into someone, anyone, and it's clear just how urgent it is that he gets out of here. ]
My apologies.
[ He mutters that, at least, as he ducks his head to not show his harrowed face, and tries to get away. ]
b. General
[ It's a few hours and a network post later that Uther returns to the streets. He hasn't really eaten in quite a while, so he goes looking for some food. He'll be open to talking with people now, and will actually approach anyone he might know.
Still not a big fan of this noise though. (Not drunk enough.) ]
c. Lantern fun
[ At some point, a lantern ends up in his hands.
And it isn't his. So it gets stuck, and he's somewhat flustered about it, even though he tries not to act like it. He has no idea how he's supposed to get it unstuck either, so you might see him looking over with a confused, maybe even helpless, expression, and if you meet his eyes he might even approach you.
Maybe it's your lantern. Maybe this has happened to you. Maybe you just want to laugh at him.
Uther Pendragon | Open to aaaall forever
[ Death comes with a lot of perspective.
Or, perhaps, most of that perspective actually come from here. Uther finds it very difficult to keep track, suddenly.
Death comes with a lot of regret, and a lot of thinking. Things you never realised before. Especially now, with what he got to know here in Asgard, it's all ... a lot to take in. There's no magic in his body this time, he can feel it, but that doesn't change the fact that before he left he used it. Used it to save someone. With his own hands. Didn't hire anyone to do it, like he's done before. To save those he couldn't live without.
Those he couldn't live without and, through his own desperate actions, had to live without.
It's jarring, to come from all that into this. Into noise and light and confetti and festivities. Everybody happy and cheerful and greeting him like a hero when he feels like anything but. Hardly even feels like a king at all. He can't muster smiles, but he nods in thanks, this way and that, as he tries to find some quiet spot, solace somewhere.
He's trying to stay calm, to keep a collected face, but his movements are jerky and his face falls at random intervals as he loses track of himself in his own mind. It's only a matter of time before he bumps into someone, anyone, and it's clear just how urgent it is that he gets out of here. ]
My apologies.
[ He mutters that, at least, as he ducks his head to not show his harrowed face, and tries to get away. ]
b. General
[ It's a few hours and a network post later that Uther returns to the streets. He hasn't really eaten in quite a while, so he goes looking for some food. He'll be open to talking with people now, and will actually approach anyone he might know.
Still not a big fan of this noise though. (Not drunk enough.) ]
c. Lantern fun
[ At some point, a lantern ends up in his hands.
And it isn't his. So it gets stuck, and he's somewhat flustered about it, even though he tries not to act like it. He has no idea how he's supposed to get it unstuck either, so you might see him looking over with a confused, maybe even helpless, expression, and if you meet his eyes he might even approach you.
Maybe it's your lantern. Maybe this has happened to you. Maybe you just want to laugh at him.
Help this poor out of his depths king. ]
d. Wildcard - choose your own adventureeee