Gaheris of Orkney (littlebetter) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2008-08-25 22:19:00 |
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Current mood: | lonely |
Who: Gaheris and open
Where: A bar. We're not picky.
When: The wee small hours of the morning.
Ratings: Will add if necessary.
Gary was only on his second beer, which wasn't so bad, but he was having a down day--not that most days weren't downers--and it was easy to get maudlin quick. He was trying to stave it off by doodling on his napkin at the bar.
Unfortunately, the napkin wasn't helping. He always kept a dozen or a half charcoals in his pockets at any given time, and Mordred was slowly developing over the rough papery surface, Mordred as Gary remembered him exactly, short, dark-haired, and Gawain's arm in the picture, Gawain's shoulder, eventually it was going to be a full portrait if Gary could stomach that, but now he was missing them again--which you would think after however many hundred years he would not, but he was kind of wanting another beer at this point, and he was about two seconds from crumpling up the napkin and throwing it away.