The Agony Uncle (Lucan)

[thegwaine]

Gwaine’s sword came crashing down on his opponents shield with an ear-shattering sound. Figuring he had proven his point, Gwaine threw his sword into the ground and took his helmet on and looked on at the knight he had been facing and frowned. Lucan never usually took blows like that; Gwaine was usually on his back long before he even got a chance to throw a blow like that. He couldn’t say that he wasn’t enjoying the sensation of winning though; he could learn to like this. Gwaine stepped away from Lucan, and looked the knight up and down as a servant came forwards to take away his sword to sharpen it. Perhaps there was something wrong with Lucan, Gwaine cocked his head to one side as he looked over the older knight.

By this point, a servant had brought him another sword, though Gwaine didn’t feel like training right away. He wasn’t really used to having thee manly chats; they never seemed to end well when ale wasn’t involved. Gwaine seemed to be the one that most turned to when they had an issue; Gwaine had even kept vigil with Griff when his wife had been in bloody labour. He grinned at the thought, after that night he had been quite glad he had been born the gender he was. Childbirth had just sounded messy and painful. Anyway, he was getting away from the matter at hand, which was something that was easy for Gwaine to do. This was what happened when he was completely sober.

“Is anything up?” Gwaine asked, as he fiddled with the hilt of his sword, “You could usually dodge a blow like that in your sleep; not letting old age get to you are you?” He asked with a grin, making sure he was far enough away from Lucan to stop himself being hit if his words weren’t well received by the other knight. “Come on, you can tell me.” Gwaine seemed to have become incredibly close to the Aubert family on the whole, excepting Lucan’s wife, but perhaps he was being kept away from her for more specific reasons...

Tagged: Lucan Aubert
Timeline: After the series 4 finale
Time of Day: Afternoon
Location: Training Ground[/color][/size]

[lucan]

CRUNCH!

Ouch… now he really should be concentrating, now daydreaming his life away. Should he be on the battlefield he wouldn’t be spending his time thinking of sunshine and daisies. Now Gwaine had the upper hand and Lucan was in pain because of it. He threw his own helmet to the ground and ran a hand through his hair, Gwaine now asking about whether his old age was getting to him. Pah! He wasn’t that old, well…he was in comparison to Gwaine, Percival and others, but now entirely over the hill.

“Sorry” he threw his sword to one side “I didn’t see…”
Not seeing would result in death had the matter been more serious, not seeing was being careless, and being careless was not his duty. “I’m not that old…” he finally realised the slight jibe aimed at him earlier. Many others would think he was considering Camila’s age. “Besides I can take you down quicker any other time….”

Gwaine was close to his family, since he’d been knighted Lucan had found that he gelled more to Gwaine, not that the others were not his friends or brothers, Gwaine just had a mannerism to him that Lucan could trust a little more. “Camila’s with child…” he announced as the pair went to take a breather for five minutes. “I guess my mind is a little elsewhere right now…”

[thegwaine]

Gwaine probably shouldn’t get used to the sensation of getting one up on his fellow knights. He knew that this wouldn’t happen all of the time. For one, Gwaine was usually anything but sober when he attended these training sessions, and so he probably deserved all that the other knights gave him. That was what they said anyway, Gwaine’s argument was that they should all be in the same point of being hungover, because then they would all be on equal footings, and they would have had a fantastic night out as well. No one ever went for that point of view though, annoyingly. Gwaine just looked across at Lucan and furrowed his brows at him, maybe he was actually getting better. He chuckled at the though, there was no way that was true, Lucan was probably just distracted. It happened to the best of them.

He hadn’t seen him? That didn’t sound like Lucan at all, and Gwaine’s face was still one of complete confusion, “You didn’t see me?” He repeated and looked at himself, “I’ll try not to camouflage myself so much next time.” Red and gold blended in so well with their surroundings, after all. He grinned inwardly, deciding that perhaps it was time for a short break. He was already itching for an ale, which signalled that he might have developed some sort of alcohol related problem. Gwaine shrugged it off; he could control his ale urges for another few hours. “You’re old compared to me.” Gwaine laughed, and shrugged, still keeping out of Lucan’s grasp just in case.

At Lucan’s next words, Gwaine dropped his sword and stared at him, “You kept that bloody quiet.” Gwaine said with complete surprise; a smile on his face as he clapped Lucan on the back, “You Aubert’s just keep popping them out don’t you? Like rabbits.” He grinned and waved his hands in front of him, showing he was only jesting, “I’m joking, sorry, seriously congradulations.”

[lucan]

Lucan snorted at Gwaine’s comment, “With the amount of women you’ve charmed, im surprised you don’t have a few of your own.” A small smirk had now crossed his expression, “and you can’t blame me for having a beast of a brother.”

He threw himself down on the grass and sat there, taking a well-deserved swing of water from his pouch. “I haven’t really told anyone about it, so I wouldn’t be offended” he laughed, “You know how much stick I would get from everyone.” And that much was true. He was sure that his brothers in arms would make his life hell with constant jokes and whatnot. That was the spirit of them all; they knew how to laugh even in the direst of times.

“I guess I’m just a little worried that’s all, there’s so much change that will be happening in the next few months that it’s a wonder how I’ll cope as well as Camila.” Leaving Camelot would be a big change for them both, and with Cam’s current state he didn’t want to risk her health, no matter how much Glouchedon needed him.

[thegwaine]

Camelot would be overrun by Auberts before long, Gwaine was certain of that. He was quite surprised himself that he didn’t have a lot of children all around Albion. Well, he might actually, Gwaine didn’t know. He probably didn’t, and even if he did, he wouldn’t remember half the women anyway so unless a replica of him turned up in a few years he wouldn’t know either way. Gwaine shrugged, “Well, if you see a replica of me around Albion in a few years we’ll know I do have kids knocking around.” He grinned, as he didn’t often dwell on the past; what was the point in looking backwards when there was so much to look forwards to? He chuckled at the mention of Griff, “That’s true.” Thinking on it, he was sure that Griff’s wife, Caitrin, was pregnant again as well, “How’s his wife getting on, she’s pregnant as well? Right?”

He wondered why he had been keeping the news a secret, though it wasn’t for him to pry really. Gwaine nodded, and suddenly felt quite privileged that Lucan had told him; they weren’t as close as they could have been, but still, he felt happy for his fellow knight. “I think everyone might notice when they see your wife.” Gwaine grinned, “Unless you want everyone to think she’s just putting on a bit too much weight.” He chuckled, he could imagine those sorts of thoughts going round some of the less experienced knights. Then again, Gwaine had only really recently acquired experience of pregnant women, and they weren’t as bad as everyone made out.

Gwaine furrowed his brow and felt like he was missing something. “What are you talking about?” He asked quite bluntly. Gwaine wondered if he was just talking about the changes having a baby around the estate would bring, because that was a big change for anyone wasn’t it?

[lucan]

Lucan gave a small chuckle, it really wouldn’t surprise him in mini versions of Gwaine began to turn up over the years, after all – his friend certainly loved him women and his ale, but perhaps not in that order. “I’ll be sure to keep my eyes peeled, that way I can be sure to steer clear” he smirked. At the mention of Cait, Luc nodded – not wanting to go into too many details. Cait had confided in him some days ago, confirming Lucan’s suspicions of just what had gone on. He of course was still reeling with anger that such a man like Pip could get away with the ultimate betrayal to a woman. Especially one as a strong as Cait, and now she appeared just as weak and vulnerable than he had ever seen her. Lucan wished he could do something to make her feel better – running Pip though was all too easy and as much satisfaction as he may get from replaying the scene over and over in his head, Lucan couldn’t deny that it wouldn’t be enough, and would never be enough to compensate.

“She is” he finally spoke, “So yet another Aubert in Camelot” The child was still an Aubert no matter what blood.

Lucan gave a small chuckle, it wouldn’t surprise him if Camila began to complain about just how fat she was getting. “With her emotional state, I think if any one dared put such a comment to her, she’d rip them apart.” Talking to Gwaine about this kind of thing was easy; he began to wonder why he hadn’t done it sooner.

It was then he realised, along with Gwaine’s blank expression that his friend knew nothing of the future plans that lay ahead for his family. Lucan felt as though he was betraying himself as well as all his friends. Leaving them for something that he knew he had to do, but somehow it felt so wrong at the same time.

“Things are…well they’re all up in the air at the moment.” He managed to say, “My father isn’t well at all, he hasn’t been for some time – and if he dies…well…that means I’d have to leave Camelot and go…home…” Home. Calling Glouchedon ‘home’ seemed blank, almost vacant. For the majority of his life he’d always called ‘home’ Camelot. To now refer to his former home as that didn’t quite measure up.

Luc ran a hand through his hair, “You know, I always thought I would have it easy, come to Camelot, make a life for myself and never have to go back to my father again – I thought that he would just forget about me, turn his attentions to Griff and that would be it. I guess sometimes you can have too much of a good thing.”

[thegwaine]

Gwaine had never really paid much thought to children that he might have across Albion. He wasn’t even particularly curious. He had always been careful, and even if he did have children, it was hardly fair to assume they would even want to know him. After all, he was hardly a role model for a child was he? Gwaine was always surprised that he was allowed near Caitrin and Griff’s children, given his reputation. He had thought they would think he was going to pollute their children’s thoughts, even at the young ages they were. They still did though, which was nice of them he supposed. Gwaine nodded at Lucan, who had seemed to go off in his own little bubble at the question, even though it had been relatively straight forwards. Gwaine nodded, and smiled. He could still remember the birth of their first two children, given he had been the one calming Griff down throughout the whole ordeal. “You’ll have taken over in a few years. I doubt this one will be their last.” Gwaine chuckled, but it was no secret that his friends were more than a little open about their affections. It was quite strange talking about children and families, it almost felt domestic; something Gwaine had never thought to be. He wondered how long it would be until they had a little Prince or Princess running round in Camelot. Now that would be something that the whole of Albion would be made aware of.

Gwaine laughed, he was no stranger to how crazed women could become during pregnancy. He tended to steer clear of pregnant women for that very reason, and he certainly would not be the one calling Lucan’s wife fat. Well, not within her hearing range anyway. Grinning at the thought, he mussed up his hair and shrugged, “She won’t hear it from my lips.” He winked, and chuckled again, as he couldn’t see any reason in taking these matters too seriously. Lucan was going to be a father, what wasn’t there to celebrate within that?

His face fell a little as Lucan explained what he actually meant. He had always known that his friend was from Glouchedon, as was his brother, but he hadn’t thought much beyond that. He had just assumed there was some older brother, or that there was little inheritance. Gwaine never bothered with gossip, or asking after the knights personal lives as he wouldn’t appreciate the intrusion on his life so he didn’t intrude on others. “You do get a fancy estate though, and titles right?” Gwaine shrugged, duty came before so many things and though he had run away from it once, he wouldn’t be doing so again, “Is the estate big? If so, when I visit you’ll be paying for the ale.” He grinned, trying to make light of something which was obviously irking Lucan. “He might not die for a while yet, look at Uther, he was ill for over a year, and his illness wasn’t what took him.” Just because someone was ill it didn’t mean that they were at deaths door.