Ginger (ex_faggotry661) wrote in kingarthurslash, @ 2007-12-19 16:22:00 |
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Current mood: | amused |
Current music: | If we hold on together - Diana Ross |
Entry tags: | gawain/galahad |
Well hey there guys. You all still alive? x3; I just spent the better part of the day reading almost all of the stuff written here. *_* Just, wow. I was inspired after reading a few to write my own little thing. Gawain/Galahad slash. Also, in case any of you guys are RPers, I have a multi-fandom role play on greatest journal to pimp out. I play Tristan there, we have an Arthur, Lancelot, Galahad and soon-to-be Guinevere. I was asked by our beautiful Galahad-mun to ask around to see if someone would like to play as Gawain for her Galahad. ♥ It would be appreciated, she is a huge fan of Gawain/Galahad slash.
anyhow, let's get started with my fic first.
Title: Flesh wound.
Author: Ginger [rockthelobstar]
Summary: Gawain is hurt and he won't tell Galahad why.
Pairing: Gawain/Galahad
Rating: PG for boy kissing
Warnings: None.
“Naught but a flesh wound,” his tone was frank, blunt- annoyance rattling his words at the younger man’s concerned gaze. “We are Knight’s, Galahad. Now let me be, let me rest. Else I shall tell Arthur of your recent soft mannerisms. ” It was an empty threat, but Gawain was too tired to suffer Galahad’s company. He liked him, for that was certain, his closest comrade within their dwindling numbers. But there were times when a man wanted to be alone, to contemplate things like one's own stupidity for obtaining said wound.
Galahad was not accustomed to having Gawain being so flippant, the blond man was usually kind to him, teasing, never sent him away and always kept him close. Why should this be different? Galahad was a man who couldn’t truly come to terms with what he was feeling; to express emotion was a foreign concept for the young man. His face twisted into a scowl and he very nearly pouted, “You’re sending me away? Not until you give me a proper explanation. This is unlike you, Gawain. And do not say this is just a flesh wound, you required several stitches for that! Tristan told me.”
Damn Tristan.
He can be bloody annoying when he wanted to be, persistent, stubborn and—no. Not the eyes. It was embarrassing for God’s sake! Gawain looked away and decided to lie on his bunk instead. This didn’t necessarily mean that Galahad would go away, they shared the same room after all, but if the young man had any sense, he’d bugger off until morning. Find a lass or something to occupy his time instead of being a nuisance and concerned. But considering Gawain’s rotten luck as of late, he felt hands on his side and the bed creaking under the extra weight. “Gawain…”
Rotten little bugger. Gawain cracked an eye open and was treated with the nice sight of Galahad peering at him with such puppyish eyes. Tch. He couldn’t stay annoyed at him forever. Well, he could if he was blind. “You’ll laugh.” Gawain started awkwardly, and that got Galahad’s full attention. He promised he wouldn’t laugh, if only it would cause the older man to speak (Galahad at this point didn’t even know where the wound was.) Gawain nearly snorted and hesitated.
“I was playing with some of Bors’ bastards.”
“Yes?”
“And… three, I think tackled me to the ground…”
“Oh for pities sake, Gawain! Out with it.”
“…You promised you wouldn’t laugh.”
“I won’t. But I will strangle your neck if you won’t spit it out.”
“While I was wrestling with three, his littlest girl… ten, is it? … Found my dagger and stuck me in the arse with it.”
Galahad, breaking his word, nearly fell from Gawain’s bunk with the whoop of laughter that left him. And he continued to laugh, trying to choke out an apology, as Gawain’s hand clutched at his hip to steady him.
He would have laughed all night if it weren’t for the annoyed lips hastily kissing him with such force he was nearly off the bed again. Silencing Galahad with a kiss was the most effective way to shush him up, Gawain found this out years ago.
The kiss continued into something more heated. The embarrassing wound forgotten.
(Well, it was until Galahad’s roaming hands grasped at it, and no amount of kissing or fondling could hush that laughter.)
Now, for the pimping of said multi-fandom RP;