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Post by thegwaine on Jan 2, 2013 19:31:58 GMT -5
 Gwaine had no idea what Griff wanted him to do, except to stand here and make unhelpful remarks, quite in-keeping with how he usually approached these situations. He just shrugged towards his friend, why on earth would he think that he would know what to do with a crying baby? His interest was in women and ale, not children. That wasn’t to say that he didn’t enjoy the company of children, but he had never thought to settle and have his own children at least. Gwaine was trying to think of something that would stop the young Aubert from crying. This was going so well wasn’t it? Gwaine was sure he had been reassuring Griff that all this would be a breeze when he had been outside the birthing room with him that night. He didn’t answer Griff, instead he just remained in thought for once; actually thinking about what might be wrong, and how he could help. He hoped that Griff appreciated all this thought he was getting, well, it was his son who would receive the aid, but still.
He was more than a little surprised at the choice of a name, but then again, he wasn’t sure why he was. It was normal for noble families to name their children after kings, and their kin; it had been tradition in his kingdom. Gwaine grinned at his friend, “You missed out on a trick.” He looked down at Griff’s son, and carried on a smug kind of grin, “Gwaine would have suited him far better.” He remembered the conversation that he and Griff had had when they had been outside the birthing room, so he supposed that Griff’s wife had got her own way with not naming their son Griff. Personally, Gwaine couldn’t see her problem, but that was just him. Arthur suited the little boy, and it was an honour to be named after the King, and if he had given his blessings as well, which he had heard that he had, then there was nothing more to bother about was there? Gwaine was sure Griff would have many more sons, and perhaps his wife’s stubbornness would lessen a little the next time round. “Didn’t win then, about the name?” He asked, with a knowing look on his face; wives could be tricky business, which was the exact reason he did not possess one.
The baby was still crying, and it was starting to give Gwaine a headache; worse, he supposed if Arthur continued to cry he would wake his sister up. That was all they needed. They were grown men, could they not handle two babes in arms? “Give him here, let me try.” Gwaine fully recognised he was in no way fit to hold any child, but he was going to try anyway, “Can’t hurt, I promise I won’t drop him, I just want to try something.” |
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Post by thegwaine on Dec 3, 2012 17:31:12 GMT -5
 Gwaine was a man with more than a few tales to tell, but he decided to tailor his tales to his audience, as he doubted that the Lady in front of him would appreciate his tales of wooing women, and drinking most of Albion out of its ale. No, from the sound of it, she didn’t appear to have travelled out of Camelot very often, or at all. Gwaine was sure of the fact as she seemed so curious about everything beyond the borders’, if she had visited then she would have given him a little input. That, however, wasn’t the case, and so Gwaine had to assume that he was right.
He had never really thought of debts owed, or debts paid. He would have rather run away after he woke up in Merlin’s bed. That sounded worse than it actually was. Gwaine grinned to himself, but shook his head. It had never been about paying debts, or keeping an even score. Gwaine had never been that kind of man, and he left out the part when he had convinced himself that he would have not helped Arthur if he had known about his royal background. It had taken a long time for Gwaine to water down some of his views, and even now he struggled in some areas. “It was never about debts, I just happened to always be where I was needed.” It wasn’t said in a harsh tone, he was being gentle, yet setting the
He was glad to hear that he wasn’t boring her, and that she didn’t want to run a mile quite yet. Not that he ever had that effect on women, but still, it didn’t hurt to at least act like he was a little humble some of the time. Those times were few and far between, but still, they were there. Gwaine ran a hand through his hair, listening as she told him of her father. So she had grown up with her head spinning of tales of other lands, which was quaint in a way. “I fear my tales probably won’t be as interesting as tales that your father told you.” He shrugged a little, sometimes the tales of a parent were irreplaceable. “My life was rather repetitive before Merlin and Arthur appeared in it. Though there are a few tales I can spin for you.” He would have to rack his brains, but he was sure he could cope. |
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Post by thegwaine on Nov 26, 2012 19:27:36 GMT -5
Though Lady Elenora was playing right into his hands, he had no desire to take advantage of the lady’s affections. He merely wanted to enjoy them for what they were, and perhaps they could part tonight as friends. Sometimes, Gwaine was so intent on conquering the women of Camelot that he forgot that sometimes they made good friends as well. Of course he was good friends with Gwen, and Lady Caitrin, but both were busy with their own matters most of the time. Women were often more blunt than men, and he respected them for that. That philosophy didn’t work for everyone of course, but as a rule of thumb it did. She was very beautiful, and he didn’t want her to think that was the only reason that he was speaking to her. It was how she had grabbed his attentions, but now he was quite enjoying her personality. Gwaine couldn’t quite believe that they hadn’t met before. He was being quite sentimental tonight, perhaps he had had too much ale.
He was lucky, he knew that. He had experienced some things that even the most learned of travellers would never dream to experience. Gwaine had enjoyed his life as a nomad by and large. There were sometimes when he had felt lonely, and that he needed company, but for the most part he had loved it. Gwaine nodded, “I am indeed very lucky my Lady, that I carry some very happy memories with me.” He carried around some not so nice memories as well, but he had no intention of bringing down the mood. Especially when there was a beautiful woman involved.
The fact that she had given him permission to ramble on about his stories was really a fault on her part, not his. She didn’t know what she had unleashed, but she would soon find out. “Well, I was a nomad for many years, I left my home as a young boy and travelled across Albion. Right as north as Mercia and the northern lands, and as far south as Glouchedon and the narrow sea.” He grinned, the narrow sea was named as sometimes another island could be seen beyond it, though Gwaine had never crossed it. He liked his feet on land, rather than on water. “I met Merlin and Arthur in a tavern brawl, where, if it weren’t for me, neither of them would have gotten out with their lives.” He waved his hand, she knew most of the rest, well sort of, “I am not boring you, am I my Lady?” |
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Post by thegwaine on Nov 26, 2012 19:16:11 GMT -5
 Gwaine was feeling quite good this morning, optimistic even. Being in a new kingdom did this to him. His problems seemed to melt away when he entered a new kingdom, simply because there wasn’t anyone here that knew him, therefore he could start afresh. He didn’t see his nomad status as a problem, and his lack of wealth and homelessness came along with that, so nothing tended to faze him much anymore. It was a standard fact of life, and it was how he had coped for so long. Gwaine was glad that the noble stock of Camelot appeared so pleasing to the eye, and of course being this far south, the ladies tended to wear a little less. When he had been in the northern lands, and in the northern kingdoms, the women had wrapped themselves up in layer after layer, leaving everything to the imagination, and living up to nothing. This, however, was a different story altogether.
He was glad at least that she had given her name, and it mirrored both her status and her pretty face. Gwaine grinned and bowed again, “My Lady Morgana.” He had heard about Morgana, briefly when he had been in neighbouring kingdoms. He had always been told that she had enough beauty to make up for Uther’s cold, and harsh nature. That was easy to believe now that he was in front of the woman herself, it was a surprise she was not yet married, though that could easily be something of an advantage to Gwaine. “My name is Gwaine, my Lady.” He grinned again, wondering how far he could take this; how far would she let him take this? Some women made it obvious, but others played hard to get. They mostly all had the same outcome though. To say that Gwaine was more than a little confident in his own abilities was a complete understatement. “I am quite new in these parts, perhaps you would oblige me with a little tour, I would greatly appreciate your company.” Gwaine doubted she would enjoy a few rounds in the tavern, no, that was for later. |
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Post by thegwaine on Nov 17, 2012 20:14:12 GMT -5
*jumps in to ruin the order*
I quite liked this episode, but many bits of it made me feel reallyyyy uncomfortable. I felt SO sorry for the stablehand! That actor just gets typecast as the awkward person, its fine
I have to say Gwen/Morgana parallels Morgana/Morgause, does anyone else see this? With both of them we didn't see the end result, so of *how* they shifted alliances. Both suddenly turn on -all- of their friends and want Arthur dead, despite him being such a big part of both of their lives. If the two aren't connected then I'll be incredibly surprised seeing as it parallels so nicely.
Sir Leon just annoyed me, I agree with you guys, it just felt a bit fake? The bedside scene made me feel more uncomfortable than emotional. Colins acting was amazing but didn't make me tear up as much as expected, but that was probably because I was still rolling around laughing at old!Merlin. His scenes were just so perfect.
Anyone else annoyed at the lack of Mordred? I expected so much more from him this series, and he just seems to have appeared, then faded a bit, come back, and then faded off again. I want more Mordred screen time! He's not really doing much 'being Arthur's bane' while he's not really getting much screentime, it still feels like Morgana is running the show. |
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Post by thegwaine on Nov 15, 2012 20:47:38 GMT -5
 Well, as long as he knew how to hold a sword in the correct way they had started out on the right path. How you held a sword was key, as it laid the foundations for everything else that followed. You couldn’t build a house on rickety foundations, and it was the same with sword fighting. Mordred looked to have a natural stance, and Gwaine was suitably impressed. He began to move swiftly forwards, demonstrating a few lunges, and mostly emphasising on the footwork, and how to keep the balance of the sword whilst fighting. It wasn’t really all that technical, and most of it would require solitary practice; there was no point in making Mordred methodically repeat every small step. He would have to practice some of those things himself. Gwaine finally set down his sword again, and handed Mordred his hip flask, which was surprisingly filled with water for once, “Take a quick dink, you look like you need it.” He then put his sword in the ground and walked away from the boy for a few moments to pick up his sword.
Rejoining Mordred, Gwaine picked up his sword and shield and stood a few paces away from him; looking seriously on at the young lad. “Right, using what I’ve just taught you, come at me.” Gwaine’s stance was strong, but he had no intention of striking back at Mordred unless he absolutely had to. He was trying to urge Mordred to force some kind of attack on him, because he would only learn really by one on one combat. Practising by yourself was one thing, but it took a completely different manner of thinking to be able to use those skills to defend yourself, and to attack on the field of battle.
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Post by thegwaine on Nov 15, 2012 20:34:34 GMT -5
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. |
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Post by thegwaine on Nov 15, 2012 20:19:54 GMT -5
 To say that Gwaine had spent most of the evening drinking himself silly in the tavern, he felt quite refreshed that morning. Oddly, he thought, when he woke he was staring at his floor. He was slumped over his bed; his head hadn’t even managed to stay on his bed, it was kind of lolling over the side. Gwaine laughed at himself, unsure of how that had actually happened. Comfort hadn’t really been on his mind when he had stumbled into his room; he had been more bothered about actually getting some sleep. Looking up, he was also quite glad to find that he was in his own room. Well, he wouldn’t be complaining if he had wandered into the room of an accommodating young noblewoman, but he had far too often strayed into guest rooms, and the rooms of his fellow knights. They were never happy with him when they found him sleeping in their bed. Gwaine couldn’t see the problem. If he found someone as witty, handsome and as dashing as him in his bed he wouldn’t be complaining. Well, perhaps if those qualities were in a woman who had found herself in his bed instead... It was fairly obvious where Gwaine’s thoughts were that morning; most probably because last night any contact with women had been short lived as he had been drinking with Elyan.
Another grin crossed his features as he thought of Elyan, he wondered what state his friend was in this morning. Hopefully Gwen wouldn’t find out the details of last night, because it would end up being Gwaine’s fault, even though most of it had actually been Elyan. Sure, he had been the one to suggest drinking, but still, he couldn’t be expected to take all the blame. The next thing he became aware of was his name being shouted angrily down the corridor. It wasn’t long before his chambers were invaded by a rather angry looking Elyan. Gwaine flopped onto his back ungracefully, and propped himself up on his forearms. Elyan looked a little worse for wear, and all Gwaine could do was laugh. “Still need to see Gaius about that alcohol fairy?” He asked with a toothy grin on his lips. If Elyan was more sober Gwaine would probably be fearing for his life. As it was, Elyan barely looked like he could stand, so he felt relatively safe. |
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Post by thegwaine on Nov 10, 2012 19:25:10 GMT -5
Gwaine was still confident that they could get through this without any limbs being lost, or with any loss of life. That would be the ideal situation. Well, the ideal situation would have been an oral lesson that would have taken place in the tavern would have been ideal. Gwaine would have preferred that kind of lesson, but thinking about it, this was probably going to be more beneficial to Mordred to give him a lesson like this. He could always drag the young knight to the tavern after the lesson. After all, an ale would help him to quell the pain from the bruises that he was likely to gain throughout this short parry. Gwaine grinned a little. That had always been his excuse for his excessive amount of drinking anyway.
A knife was hardly going to help the boy in a fight. He doubted running at the enemy with a knife would ignite particular fear in the enemy. You could hardly spread someone to death. Right, they would probably need to just use a sword for the time being. It was the easiest thing to pick up on, and it was the knights first port of call in terms of weaponry. Gwaine shrugged, “It doesn’t matter, I’ll teach you enough for you to get a feel for your weapon.” The boy could only improve, you couldn’t get worse than complete ignorance. Gwaine took up his sword and motioned for Mordred to do the same. “Hold it again, like this.” He demonstrated the correct stance with a soft smile, and turned sideways onto Mordred. “Before we go into a duel, I’ll teach you some footwork and lunges, just follow me lead and try not to trip over onto your sword.” He grimaced a little, “Wounding yourself is never a good start.” |
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Post by thegwaine on Nov 10, 2012 18:58:00 GMT -5
Gwaine felt unnecessarily confident today for some reason. Perhaps it was to do with the fact that he was in a new kingdom, with new opportunities to discover. He would never stay long in a new place, and it led him to think that eventually he would run out of places to go, but he knew that would never happen. There were always new places to discover, new people to meet and new events to gatecrash. A smile passed his lips, if he was at all interested he could have written a guide of all the taverns in Albion with his kind of experience. He had been in enough to give a balanced opinion at least. The woman in front of him looked like the typical noblewoman, though the dress she was wearing gave her away as being a woman who craved the finer things in life. That was nothing that Gwaine hadn’t experienced before of course; women were similar in some ways, and he was sure that he would be able to handle her with ease, as he did with many of his conquests.
He was a little disappointed by her response, but perhaps she was just playing hard to get. Some women liked to do that just so they didn’t seem like they were making it too easy for him. They liked to imagine they had some self control, but when Gwaine was in the equation, he made it hard for any woman to exercise self control. This woman would be no different, Gwaine was sure of it. She just needed careful handling, and Gwaine was no stranger to that. “If you would allow me my Lady, I would seek to change your opinion on that.” He gave a dramatic sort of bow, and kept his eyes locked with the woman though the entire motion. Rising up, he grinned once more, “And what may I call you my Lady?” |
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Post by thegwaine on Nov 10, 2012 18:24:46 GMT -5
Gwaine was trying to think back to how he had learnt to use a sword. He couldn’t remember the first time he had lifted a sword, he wasn’t sure if his memory was a real one of on that he had made up in his older years. There was a faint memory of a young, scruffy boy being handed a small, wooden sword by a much taller, and much older man. Gwaine couldn’t remember much about his father, and so he hated making things up about him. He was sure though that he had given him his first sword. Gwaine had hardly been apart from a sword ever since. He nodded at Mordred as the young man followed his actions almost completely. “It is.” He smiled reassuringly, it wasn’t that difficult once you got a grip of a sword. Most of the people they ended up fighting in Camelot, and beyond, didn’t use swords anyway.
So he wasn’t a swordsman by heritage? That was understandable, some men preferred different methods of fighting, such as with a bow or even with fists. “So what type of fighting do you prefer? Crossbows? Archery? Jousting?” To name a few, and he merely shrugged, he knew a little about each method of fighting, but recently his crossbow skills had become some of the best within Camelot, not that he was being egotistical in the slightest of course. Gwaine looked towards the arsenal of weaponry that they had in the field, “We can go through whatever you feel most comfortable in, and work on other bits later.” |
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Post by thegwaine on Nov 10, 2012 17:59:39 GMT -5
Gwaine was quite impressed with how easily the lady was blushing. That was all down to his particular charms of course, it was sometimes just too easy really. Gwaine was slowly working his way through the court, and he was surprised that most of the beautiful ladies hadn’t been locked up by now. He had been in Camelot long enough for his reputation to circle about the place. He grinned, and whipped his head back; his hair gracefully following suit. The ladies loved that kind of a move, he’d been told so on various occasions. Gwaine had been finding the female attention quite suitable here since deciding to remain in Camelot. The ladies of the court certainly kept him busy.
Oh, now she surprised him somewhat. Gwaine had been expecting some story about his flirtatious ways, or how he went about stealing the virtue of young noblewomen. Neither were true, but they weren’t the traits he wanted to introduce himself with. He would rather the lady in question found that out for herself, if she wanted to that was. Gwaine wasn’t in the habit of forcing women to do things they didn’t feel comfortable with. It wasn’t in his nature at all.
“That, my Lady, is only the start of the story.” He winked at her and found himself grinning. “It’s all true, yet somehow, I’m still here.” He gestured to his person with both his hands, and he couldn’t help but feel a little smug. He was quite proud of being a knight, he had been a little sceptical about the whole thing at first, and of Arthur as a ruler, but he’d come to appreciate Arthur as a friend and as a royal. Though he still had strong feelings about the nobility, Gwaine saw himself as an intermediately between the nobility and everyone else in Camelot. “If you have the time, I could fill you in on the other details...” He wasn’t going to bore her, but neither was he going to force a story upon her. |
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Post by thegwaine on Nov 10, 2012 16:47:23 GMT -5
Unpopular opinion alert XD
I felt really sorry for Morgana when she was describing the conditions that she was kept in. I actually even cried a bit because you could still see that glint of the old Morgana within her. It doesn't justify what she was upto with Gwen but still, I Katie McGrath is a FANTASTIC actress and her performance was absolutely amazing!
I didn't see the thing with Elyan coming, I thought that the Gwen that was in the room would turn out to be some sort of clone or whatever, and I was just shocked about how it all happened to be honest. It was just so heartbreaking! I don't think I'll get over that for a while.
It was a bit surprising that Gwen was so easily won over by Morgana? It reminded me a little of how easily Morgana herself changed her alliegence in series 2/3. Just saying XD |
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Post by thegwaine on Nov 4, 2012 13:31:56 GMT -5
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? |
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Post by thegwaine on Nov 4, 2012 12:10:22 GMT -5
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.” |
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Post by thegwaine on Nov 4, 2012 11:28:28 GMT -5
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...
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Timeline: After the series 4 finale
Time of Day: Afternoon
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Post by thegwaine on Nov 3, 2012 19:04:07 GMT -5
Gwaine had found his way out of the caste with relative ease. When he’d woken up, neither Gaius or Merlin had been around, and he had decided that he had needed some air after the ordeal he had been through. The bandage that he assumed Gaius had put on him was still holding strong. Gwaine was moving slightly slower than he usually would, but that was understandable seeing as he had been stabbed yesterday. He was doing quite well given the circumstances. Whatever Gaius had given him, it must have been incredibly strong. Gwaine had never heard of a wound healing so quickly, but he had never been injured this badly, and he didn’t make it his business to keep up to date with the practices of a physician. Well, unless he came across a female physician. Then he would be incredibly interested in her methods.
He grinned to himself, and had found himself in a rather nice looking garden. Gwaine liked it, but it didn’t feel like him. He would be much more comfortable in a tavern but he doubted the local tavern was open yet. Well he could make up for lost time later. Gwaine frowned to himself as he stepped awkwardly, and a sharp pain ran down his side. Why did it hurt so much? Hmm, he wondered if he could get anything else from Gaius to help numb the pain a little, though he still wanted to be mobile. Gwaine didn’t intend to stay here long; he never liked to outstay his welcome. He was too used to his nomadic lifestyle as well to settle in one place at a time. It wasn’t his style.
As Gwaine continued to walk through the gardens, he wondered whether he should start asking the locals for opinions on the local taverns or not. That was sometimes a risky strategy as some folk didn’t like people who came across as drunks. Gwaine wouldn’t usually care, but for some reason he did today. Looking ahead, he noticed a noblewoman approaching him. He grinned, not quite able to believe his luck. She was incredibly beautiful, so why wouldn’t Gwaine try to charm her? He stepped towards her with a grin, “Apologies for interrupting your walk my Lady, but I wondered if you would enjoy a little company?” Tag: Morgana Pendragon
Timeline: During Series 3, Episode 3: Gwaine
Location: The Gardens
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Post by thegwaine on Nov 2, 2012 20:14:21 GMT -5
Gwaine couldn't recall doing anything like this before. He had always threatened to train up Griff's children when they actually came of age, well, he might get away with teaching the boy a bit of swordplay but not the girl, but he had never actually contemplated that he would be training up a fellow knight. Gwaine supposed he was qualified enough to do this, heck, he had seen and taken part in fights all over Albion, so he knew enough styles and techniques to keep any man on his toes. Putting his arrogance aside, Gwaine turned to face his pupil once more with his usual, easy grin on his face. Gwaine wondered how Mordred was coping with his new burdens. It wasn't for Gwaine to pry of course, but he had been knighted along with several others so he hadn't really been on his own in the same way that Mordred's knighting was. They weren't here to discuss their psychological states, though. So Gwaine decided it was probably best to crack on with the tuition.
He nodded; some of the knights preferred to be called by their title, some didn't. Perhaps Mordred would grow into it, or, like him, he might just choose to use his name on its own for the entirety of his knighthood. "As you wish; Mordred." He replied with a small grin on his face; Gwaine wasn't one to take himself too seriously, and so he shrugged a little and picked up his sword. Gwaine found the best lessons were practicals, but that might be dangerous if Mordred had never held a sword before. At least Merlin had years of practice of avoiding the knights blows; it might be unfair to expect that level of expertise from Mordred so soon after his knighting. Gwaine watched closely as Mordred grasped the sword, and inwardly smiled.
Taking his own sword in his hand, Gwaine stepped alongside Mordred to grab the knights attention. He outstretched his sword carefully, so as not to look like he was attacking Mordred; he was just giving him something to observe and nothing more. "Firstly, it's just Gwaine." He reminded, though his tone wasn't anything remotely harsh or hurt, "Secondly, hold your sword like this, you'll be able to get a better feel for your blade if you do it like this." Gwaine knew he was right, and so he hoped Mordred complied; this was a lesson after all and Gwaine was in charge. What a terrifying thought. "Exactly how often have you held a sword?" |
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Post by thegwaine on Oct 28, 2012 15:28:11 GMT -5
Gwaine still wasn’t sure why he had been the one selected for this task. Perhaps Arthur had assumed that he would remain sober if he was given this kind of responsibility. Well, that kind of logic was working so far, as Gwaine had made a special effort to stay sober for the new recruit. No doubt he would be introduced into Gwaine’s special brand of drinking eventually, but this was better done in little doses rather than all at once. Half the knights already refused to drink with him because they were worried about the effect it had on their health; both mental and physical. Gwaine just called them rubbish drinkers, hardly anyone was good enough to keep up with him. Maybe Mordred was going to be a better drinker than the knights had been on the whole so far.
He grinned at Mordred and clapped him on the back, as was his way. He was determined to make a good impression at least. Gwaine knew there were those in Camelot who saw him as the knight who was only there to have a good time, but he knew he was worth more than that. Gwaine usually didn’t really care what others thought of him; he’d lived too long and he’d travelled too much to be bothered by it, but first impressions were important to him no matter who he was up against. Gwaine grinned at Mordred, “No problem, but just call me Gwaine, everyone else does.” He handed Mordred a sword, “Now, how familiar are you with one of these?” Gwaine’s idea was to start off with a sword, then to move onto the staff and then to daggers and perhaps even a bit of archery. Gwaine was one of the best shots with a crossbow and so he was the best to tutor it. |
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Post by thegwaine on Oct 28, 2012 15:02:16 GMT -5
Gwaine looked across at Iwan and frowned at him. He had met many men in his time, across Albion and beyond but never had a man been anything like Iwan. He couldn’t figure him out at all. What man didn’t want a wife to go home to in the evening? Gwaine was sure that something had happened to make Iwan like this, no one just grew into this kind of a man; wanting to be completely devoid of female attention and wanting to continue like this. Gwaine was already concocting a plan in his head, he was sure that he could find a woman to throw at Iwan that could loosen him up a little bit. No man could be this eager to stay away from women and Gwaine was determined to change this part of his psyche. Gwaine wondered if Lady Caitrin would be able to help him out, and tell him which women would be willing to help him out. Obviously he wouldn’t be asking her to help him out as he doubted Griff would be that impressed with him. “What is your problem?” He asked seriously, “Why wouldn’t you want a woman to warm your bed? I’m sure you wouldn’t be that bad if that’s what you’re all worried about.” Gwaine took a step away from Iwan as he was sure that he was going to be punched. In fact, if Iwan didn’t murder him by the end of this mission he would be incredibly surprised.
Again they were back to Iwan insisting that he was not interesting in any woman at court. Gwaine thought he was being incredibly unfair as he hadn’t met every woman at court yet so how on earth could he know that he wasn’t interested? Gwaine felt like Iwan was being incredibly single minded and he needed to change his views in order to further his life and then he could learn to enjoy himself and let go of all his issues and problems. Gwaine returned to the idea that Iwan had some bad experience with a woman at some point during his life and this was the result. How depressing was that? Gwaine couldn’t imagine being this depressed because of one bad experience. He had no proof that his theory was right of course, but Gwaine had already convinced himself that he was right so there was no going back from this. “You need to just get out there at court, like I said, there’ll be a woman at court who loves making lists. Perhaps that could be the start of your courting.” He took a few steps away from Iwan and put his hand on his heart and fluttered his eye brows dramatically, “Oh Iwan, can we make lists together?” He said in a high pitched female voice, barely able to stop himself from laughing.
He was made even more certain that he was right by the fact that Iwan was refusing to tell him which woman had charmed him before. Gwaine grinned knowingly, if Iwan wouldn’t tell him then he would make a point of asking every woman he came into contact with until he had his answer. Gwaine was resourceful like that. “Come on, I might not know who it is.” If he didn’t then he would make sure he did know the woman in question, and find out exactly what had happened right down to the last detail. Gwaine usually wouldn’t be that bothered about what was happening in everyone else’s lives, but he felt like Iwan needed his help. “Just tell me, I’ll find out anyway.” Camelot wasn’t that big a place anyway.
Really Gwaine hadn’t actually found out that much from the townsfolk. They were giving him blind, and useless information for the most part though he didn’t say that obviously. Gwaine had more respect for the townspeople than that. “I got quite different descriptions from a lot of the people, from what I can gather we’re dealing with a large creature that attacks the village for food supplies.” Gwaine shrugged, it was a standard issue, and he looked off into the trees, “They said it always attacks from the east.” So east was where they would go. |
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