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prariedaun
Appreciation
(Tristan/Galahad) smoke
PG
"He's always staring at me," Galahad complained.
Gawain shrugged. "Perhaps he likes you."
Galahad blew acrid smoke away from his face, caught Tristan's level, dark gaze when he glanced up. "Perhaps you need to crawl back into the dark hole from whence you came."
"Simply offering a reason."
"Don't you have something better to do?"
"Y'know, you're amusing when you pout."
"Go and amuse yourself elsewhere," Galahad grumbled. Glanced across the compound into penetrating eyes.
Gawain patted him on the back before standing. Galahad watched as he exchanged a few words with Tristan, who smiled slightly. And continued to stare.
***
Forlotrjunkie
Poet
(Gawain/Galahad) snow, ale, music
PG
Gawain wasn't a bard, had no gift for the music of language, no use for pretty words. He enjoyed a good story well enough -- loved when Arthur would weave bright tales of Rome on bitterly endless nights, loved when Galahad would reminisce of Sarmatia over too many pints of ale. Loved to listen. Talking was best left to the experts.
But the sight of snowflakes, like brilliant stars on a cloudless night, clinging to Galahad's eyelashes above a shy, welcoming smile made Gawain long for the words to capture such a moment. Hoped his clumsy, answering smile was poetry enough.
***
Foracari
Copper
(Gawain/Galahad) hands, scour, mute
PG
The blood was everywhere, splattering his face, coating his hands. No matter how much he scrubbed and scoured raw, abused skin, the stains would not abate. Crimson spreading until it consumed him, swallowed him in a coppery flood that left nothing in its wake. Only dreams of men he'd slaughtered, mutilated bodies stalking him through a murky forest, mutely promising retribution, their pound of flesh exacted from his very soul...until he awoke with a dying scream on his lips. And the feel of tight arms around him. Reminding him that not all was black and copper-coated in this world.
***
Form4mitchell
Ashes
(Arthur/Guinevere) leather
PG-13
Her kisses taste of moss and spring leaves -- deep, resonant, of the earth -- and if Arthur clutches her tightly enough, he fancies he can feel the elements around them giving tacit approval of their union. She's as tough as leather, as soft as silk, everything that is good and right in this world. All that is pure and free.
Most nights, he doesn't feel fit to touch her with his scarred body and blasphemous lips. Most nights, he wonders if she can taste defeat in his kisses. Wonders if they taste like ashes carried away by a strong east wind.
***
Forsinister_beauty
Unspoken
(Arthur/Guinevere/Lancelot) desperate, clutch, smooth
R
What was he to you and he never answers, just clutches slender hips, drives himself deeper inside her. Seeks oblivion and forgetfulness from his thoughts with every frenzied thrust.
Did you love him and there's nothing he can say to make her understand, so he simply holds her tighter, clings to her in desperation. Ignores the sting of unshed tears behind his eyelids.
Why won't you mourn him and he can't explain to her what he can't explain to himself. So he kisses her softly, smoothes a hand over silken hair, and tries not to lie with his every touch.
***
Formuccamukk
Progeny
(Bors/Lancelot) bastard
PG
"Oi, come back here, y'little bastard!"
Lancelot neatly picked the scurrying child up and turned cool eyes towards Bors. "Careful how you speak of my offspring."
Bors rolled his eyes. "Oh, go on wit'ya. Anyone with eyes can see he's got my bloody chin."
Lancelot turned the child's face up to the light. "Y'know, I rather think he's got his mother's chin. But the eyes are definitely mine."
"Yeah?" Bors caught himself looking before he remembered himself. "Bastard," he scowled.
"Y'know, I think he means me this time," Lancelot smiled.
The child's giggles followed Bors long after he stomped off.
***
Formcee
Bed-warmer
(Arthur/Tristan) gen
PG
Arthur barely looked up from his map when Tristan strolled into his room, made himself at home -- boots, cloak and all -- on Arthur's bed. He was used to Tristan coming and going as he pleased.
"I don't suppose you've come to help me plot our course."
"Nope."
"Then I suppose you're here to tell me this mission is madness and doomed."
"No," Tristan shrugged. "You're our leader. Where you go, we follow."
"So...why are you here?"
Tristan burrowed under his cloak, yawned lustily. "Someone's got to watch over you."
Arthur smiled. "Suppose you volunteered?"
"No. I drew the short straw."
***
Fordellastarr
Cold Comfort
(Arthur/Dagonet) icy, fingers, death
PG
Dagonet'd been warm in life -- quick to laugh, quick to passion, the first to buy a round, the last to leave the battlefield. He hadn't been the smartest of Arthur's knights, nor the most reckless, but he'd been stalwart. Steady. Depended on to get the job done no matter the cost.
Some would have called it a victory -- facing an army on the ice and losing only one man in the battle. But, looking at the boy gripping fingers cold in death as they'd never been in life, Arthur would beg to disagree.
There was no victory here. Only silence.
***
Forpoisondreams
Warmth
(Arthur/Lancelot) no words
PG
"Here," Lancelot said, teeth chattering from the cold. "Galahad's soup, which means it's inedible...but it's warm."
Arthur uncurled frozen fingers and accepted the steaming mug gratefully. The torrential downpour continued around them, as if the second Flood was imminent, but the thick cluster of leaves above them offered protection enough.
Arthur lifted his cloak and Lancelot crawled in beside him, molded his shivering body to Arthur's side. "If it's not snowing..." Lancelot smiled.
"...It's raining," Arthur finished and smiled back. Their fingers brushed, then curled together, hidden under the folds of the cloak. A warm secret on a chill night.
***
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prariedaunAppreciation
(Tristan/Galahad) smoke
PG
"He's always staring at me," Galahad complained.
Gawain shrugged. "Perhaps he likes you."
Galahad blew acrid smoke away from his face, caught Tristan's level, dark gaze when he glanced up. "Perhaps you need to crawl back into the dark hole from whence you came."
"Simply offering a reason."
"Don't you have something better to do?"
"Y'know, you're amusing when you pout."
"Go and amuse yourself elsewhere," Galahad grumbled. Glanced across the compound into penetrating eyes.
Gawain patted him on the back before standing. Galahad watched as he exchanged a few words with Tristan, who smiled slightly. And continued to stare.
***
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lotrjunkiePoet
(Gawain/Galahad) snow, ale, music
PG
Gawain wasn't a bard, had no gift for the music of language, no use for pretty words. He enjoyed a good story well enough -- loved when Arthur would weave bright tales of Rome on bitterly endless nights, loved when Galahad would reminisce of Sarmatia over too many pints of ale. Loved to listen. Talking was best left to the experts.
But the sight of snowflakes, like brilliant stars on a cloudless night, clinging to Galahad's eyelashes above a shy, welcoming smile made Gawain long for the words to capture such a moment. Hoped his clumsy, answering smile was poetry enough.
***
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acariCopper
(Gawain/Galahad) hands, scour, mute
PG
The blood was everywhere, splattering his face, coating his hands. No matter how much he scrubbed and scoured raw, abused skin, the stains would not abate. Crimson spreading until it consumed him, swallowed him in a coppery flood that left nothing in its wake. Only dreams of men he'd slaughtered, mutilated bodies stalking him through a murky forest, mutely promising retribution, their pound of flesh exacted from his very soul...until he awoke with a dying scream on his lips. And the feel of tight arms around him. Reminding him that not all was black and copper-coated in this world.
***
For
m4mitchellAshes
(Arthur/Guinevere) leather
PG-13
Her kisses taste of moss and spring leaves -- deep, resonant, of the earth -- and if Arthur clutches her tightly enough, he fancies he can feel the elements around them giving tacit approval of their union. She's as tough as leather, as soft as silk, everything that is good and right in this world. All that is pure and free.
Most nights, he doesn't feel fit to touch her with his scarred body and blasphemous lips. Most nights, he wonders if she can taste defeat in his kisses. Wonders if they taste like ashes carried away by a strong east wind.
***
For
sinister_beautyUnspoken
(Arthur/Guinevere/Lancelot) desperate, clutch, smooth
R
What was he to you and he never answers, just clutches slender hips, drives himself deeper inside her. Seeks oblivion and forgetfulness from his thoughts with every frenzied thrust.
Did you love him and there's nothing he can say to make her understand, so he simply holds her tighter, clings to her in desperation. Ignores the sting of unshed tears behind his eyelids.
Why won't you mourn him and he can't explain to her what he can't explain to himself. So he kisses her softly, smoothes a hand over silken hair, and tries not to lie with his every touch.
***
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muccamukkProgeny
(Bors/Lancelot) bastard
PG
"Oi, come back here, y'little bastard!"
Lancelot neatly picked the scurrying child up and turned cool eyes towards Bors. "Careful how you speak of my offspring."
Bors rolled his eyes. "Oh, go on wit'ya. Anyone with eyes can see he's got my bloody chin."
Lancelot turned the child's face up to the light. "Y'know, I rather think he's got his mother's chin. But the eyes are definitely mine."
"Yeah?" Bors caught himself looking before he remembered himself. "Bastard," he scowled.
"Y'know, I think he means me this time," Lancelot smiled.
The child's giggles followed Bors long after he stomped off.
***
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mceeBed-warmer
(Arthur/Tristan) gen
PG
Arthur barely looked up from his map when Tristan strolled into his room, made himself at home -- boots, cloak and all -- on Arthur's bed. He was used to Tristan coming and going as he pleased.
"I don't suppose you've come to help me plot our course."
"Nope."
"Then I suppose you're here to tell me this mission is madness and doomed."
"No," Tristan shrugged. "You're our leader. Where you go, we follow."
"So...why are you here?"
Tristan burrowed under his cloak, yawned lustily. "Someone's got to watch over you."
Arthur smiled. "Suppose you volunteered?"
"No. I drew the short straw."
***
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dellastarrCold Comfort
(Arthur/Dagonet) icy, fingers, death
PG
Dagonet'd been warm in life -- quick to laugh, quick to passion, the first to buy a round, the last to leave the battlefield. He hadn't been the smartest of Arthur's knights, nor the most reckless, but he'd been stalwart. Steady. Depended on to get the job done no matter the cost.
Some would have called it a victory -- facing an army on the ice and losing only one man in the battle. But, looking at the boy gripping fingers cold in death as they'd never been in life, Arthur would beg to disagree.
There was no victory here. Only silence.
***
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poisondreamsWarmth
(Arthur/Lancelot) no words
PG
"Here," Lancelot said, teeth chattering from the cold. "Galahad's soup, which means it's inedible...but it's warm."
Arthur uncurled frozen fingers and accepted the steaming mug gratefully. The torrential downpour continued around them, as if the second Flood was imminent, but the thick cluster of leaves above them offered protection enough.
Arthur lifted his cloak and Lancelot crawled in beside him, molded his shivering body to Arthur's side. "If it's not snowing..." Lancelot smiled.
"...It's raining," Arthur finished and smiled back. Their fingers brushed, then curled together, hidden under the folds of the cloak. A warm secret on a chill night.
***
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Date: 2004-07-15 04:39 am (UTC)but MINE, whee! that's exactly what i wanted. love your tristan.
(PS: RITE MOR TRISTAN.)
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Date: 2004-07-15 07:16 am (UTC)Yes, what she said.
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Date: 2004-07-15 02:14 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-07-17 06:19 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-07-17 01:19 pm (UTC)Yay!!! And I'll do what I can, promise.
He'sThey're so pretty. *happy sigh*(no subject)
Date: 2004-07-15 06:27 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-07-17 01:21 pm (UTC)When will we see you writing in this fandom? *hinthint*
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Date: 2004-07-17 01:43 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-07-17 02:08 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-07-15 07:16 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-07-17 01:21 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-07-17 01:34 pm (UTC)More please? *makes googly eyes at you*
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Date: 2004-07-17 01:39 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-07-15 07:56 am (UTC)*smuthering you with kisses*
Thank you I loved it!!
Loved all of them actually...your so good!!
*MWAH*
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Date: 2004-07-17 01:22 pm (UTC)*kiss* Glad you liked them! They were quite fun to write, once I got in the swing of things.
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Date: 2004-07-15 08:00 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-07-17 01:22 pm (UTC)Thank you so much!!!!
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Date: 2004-07-15 08:42 am (UTC)Obsessed with someting she hasn't even seen yet. *despairs of self*
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Date: 2004-07-17 01:22 pm (UTC)Just wait, baby. Just wait.
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Date: 2004-07-15 08:53 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-07-17 01:23 pm (UTC)I love the drabble myself.
Glad you liked these! They were quite a lot of fun to write. *mwah*
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Date: 2004-07-15 09:46 am (UTC)Poet, the part about the snowflakes! OMG, beautiful!
Copper, the last line... draws you back into the drabble to reread and be reminded yourself.
The last line of ashes, "Wonders if they taste like ashes carried away by a strong east wind." What an image!
I want to find more writing like this!
But first, have to see Arthur again!
Thank you Thank you for this!
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Date: 2004-07-17 01:24 pm (UTC)Thank you, baby!!!
We'll definitely see it again while you're out here. <3333
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Date: 2004-07-15 10:01 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-07-17 01:24 pm (UTC)Glad you liked them! *mwah*
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Date: 2004-07-15 10:02 am (UTC)Brilliant! ^^
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Date: 2004-07-17 01:30 pm (UTC)Thank you so much!!!!
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Date: 2004-07-15 10:42 am (UTC)All very well done. Thanks for them.
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Date: 2004-07-17 01:30 pm (UTC)Glad you liked them!!!
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Date: 2004-07-15 10:56 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-07-17 01:31 pm (UTC)Glad you liked them!!!
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Date: 2004-07-15 11:13 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-07-17 01:31 pm (UTC)Glad you liked them, hon. Ashes was yours, right?
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Date: 2004-07-15 12:31 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-07-17 01:35 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-07-15 02:12 pm (UTC)I totally dug mine, of course, which was beautiful. Thank you so much.
Tristan is rather moogly eyed at Galahad, isn't he? And you really captured the ynibhibited distaste Galahad has for Tristan. Excellent work.
Your Galahad/Gawain stuff is so wonderfull smooshy. -kerfuffle-
"Defeat in his kisses," wow. That's...wow. You have got an incredible talent for prose, my dear.
The Bastard ficlet made me giggle insanely. Perfect Lancelot characterization there.
OMGISHOSH! I am madly in love with your Tristan! He is so spot on in that very stoic and surprisingly funny because of it way. I really hope you write more Tristan based fic. I would love to see something full length about him from you.
Dagonet broke my heart. ;-;
"a warm secret on a chilld night" is really just the oerfect wording.
These were really a joy to read! I hope to see much more from you!
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Date: 2004-07-17 01:36 pm (UTC)Thank you, baby!!!! I had such a blast writing these. Tristan is just... *guh*. I'd love to do a longer fic, but I think I'll have to see the movie again & look for inspiration. (I know, I know, twist my arm *g*)
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Date: 2004-07-17 01:39 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-07-17 01:40 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-07-17 01:44 pm (UTC)I'm writing more of them right now as we speak. I'm getting this nasty habit of writing their history out in the most non-chronological order I can. XD! I hope once I can get some angst out of the way I can show Tristan maybe actually having fun. WOuldn't it be a miracle if I could pull of Tristan-Smile!fic?
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Date: 2004-07-17 02:01 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2004-07-17 01:37 pm (UTC)Thank you!!! That means more than I can tell you. <33
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Date: 2004-07-15 03:54 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-07-17 01:37 pm (UTC)Thank you!!!!!
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Date: 2004-07-15 08:41 pm (UTC)Thank you.
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Date: 2004-07-17 01:38 pm (UTC)Glad you liked them!!!
*licks your icon*
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Date: 2004-07-17 01:40 pm (UTC)