|Galahad hums under his breath as he traverses the tavern, looking for…|
Jun. 13th, 2005 @ 09:01 am
Gawain grins and shifts slightly. "The other
hairy, bad-tempered Knights, of course."
He strokes Galahad's back, pulling him closer. "I think they're just jealous of me, really," he says with a smile.
Galahad gives a 'hmph'. "They should be. I am a rather precious commodity that everyone should have."
He settles against Gawain. "Tomorrow. We'll get Tristan to help us. We'll tie her up, demand answers. Put all this to rest."
"Not everyone should have you," says Gawain. He holds Galahad closer. "Just me," he growls softly.
"And I agree. We will get to the bottom of this and have done with it!"
Galahad looks up, feeling a little soft for the moment, but he doesn't care, he needs Gawain to understand this properly. "Gawain," he speaks quietly. "So long as you want me, I am only yours."
"Now rest," he urges. "You're probably tired."
"Mmm," murmurs Gawain contentedly. "Yes, you have exhausted me. You rest too, do you hear? And tomorrow, together, we will sort this whole sorry mess out."
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