raphael. (lealdade) wrote in mythopoeics, @ 2012-09-30 22:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | gawain |
[ Gawain was exhausted those days. Zurvan had actually been easy in comparison, quiet and almost relaxing. He was a simple artisan. No family beyond his brothers, no duties beyond making enough to have food on the table. Now that he looked back at those days, it reminded him of his foster parents in that first life, the way they would leave in the early morning for fish and come back later on. Tired, yes, with more tasks than he could account for but simple.
He missed that. One day, the former knight would like to explain to his brothers how his duty was an intrinsic part of himself but that didn’t mean he would have been unhappy with something else. A home, a job and someone to come back to.
Probably why he didn’t mind when his adoptive mother began dropping hints about blind dates. Probably why he was working himself far harder at his job. And definitely why he was keeping himself a little at bay, just until he found his footing in New York again. Then he would reach out again and go back to try and be the person who sat at the Round Table. For now, Gawain wanted to be Lucas. ]