"I have a dagger hidden within my clothing. Try it - I'm interested to see how many new scars I can give you. Then I can care for you - alone. In your quarters, holed up with no distractions or interruptions."
Arthur genuinely laughed at Lancelot’s so called ‘threat’; the corners of his eyes crinkling in amusement at their lighthearted bantering.
“I shall remember to relieve you of any hidden weapons before bed in the future then,” He teased while lightly pinching at Lancelot’s uninjured side. Arthur then yawned as the other man settled again. And as Lancelot spoke of his love for Arthur in his native tongue, the Roman reciprocated the sentiment softly in its Latin counterpart.
And within moments, both men were once again asleep. Arthur drifting off to the feel of Lancelot’s warm breath on his shoulder and the steady rhythm of Lancelot’s pulse beneath his touch.
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A smoke-filled sky above…the air foul with the smell of death….a prayer for the rains to come and cleanse the land…so much blood….so much loss…..Excalibur: sword of my father’s….metal made of this Earth…..burn me and cast my ashes to a strong East wind…cold and broken…..
Arthur’s eyes flew open as he suddenly awoke with a brief fit of coughing to regain his breath. Lancelot was still half on top of his chest and began to stir as Arthur had to pull out from beneath the other man’s sleeping form.
“Jesu…..” Arthur croaked as he sat up and scrubbed at his face with both hands. Through the open window, barely a hint of light shown as morning slowly approached. The rain had stopped during the night, yet the cold remained.
Arthur released a groan while rubbing a hand over the back of his neck and then turned his attention to the fire in the hearth had all but died out in the night. That certainly explained the chill in the air as goose bumps quickly decorated Arthur’s exposed skin.
It had been nothing more than a terrible dream. Arthur thought to himself as he looked down on Lancelot’s sleepy expression; the other man quite obviously still alive at his side. His hand immediately went to touch at the springy curls decorating Lancelot’s brow.
I cannot lose him now.
Current Location: Camboglanna
Current Mood: cranky