The Roof, Tuesday Afternoon

[bitchprince]

High ground had a lot of uses. Oversight was one of them, and it was one Arthur was greatly in need of. At long last the way up to the roof was his to find, a perch on it for him to take. His arms crossed, he stood and looked down. Thoughtful.

But he wasn't brooding.

Arthur Pendragon did not brood.

Or strut, at that. Mad old bat.

[[ open roof is open! ETA: and arthur's gone after the thread with liir ]]