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Post by thegwaine on Jan 1, 2012 18:52:11 GMT -5
 “I am sure he is deserving of such beauty.” He gestured to his friend in general with a wide smile. Perhaps once he would have teased, jested and flirted with her about her looks, but now he could appreciate Brynn’s beauty as a friend and nothing more, and Gwaine did not mind that. There were too many women in Camelot who tried to throw themselves in his way now he sported the uniform of the Knight’s of Camelot. It sometimes worked in his favour, but sometimes he would prefer for women to get to know him for who he was, rather than his status. “I hope Alex knows just how lucky he is.” He now said and poked Brynn lightly on the nose with a chuckle. Perhaps one day Gwaine would have the pleasure of seeing his friend wed. He pulled a face slightly, Gwaine could never imagine himself as the marrying type, he could never imagine being tied down for that long to one woman.
Although Gwaine knew that Brynn was just trying to be helpful in her own way, and she was just trying to be sensitive and help him in his hour of need, he didn’t want to let her know every detail of his former life. No one knew that much about his past, and Gwaine wanted to keep it like that. After all, it wouldn’t do any good. Gwaine wanted people to judge him on the man he was today, rather than the man and the life he had once been and lived. He was now a knight of Camelot, which those back home would probably be in disbelief about. It had always been expected that he would become a knight for Caerleon, which was natural as it was where he had been born. It had been the path his father had taken, and look at him now.
Gwaine already knew that Arthur would never abandon Gwaine as Caerleon had abandoned his father. Arthur’s personality told him that much already; he cared for the smallest aspect of his kingdom, and never let anyone suffer injustice if he could rectify it. Shrugging, he looked back at Brynn and ran a hand over his face. Jesu, it had been a long time since he had thought of home this much. Home had never been a popular topic in his mind, so generally he just left it alone, after all, what good was there through over analysing things which had already come to pass? It wasn’t as if he could change events, so why dwell on them? “I was too young really when I left Caerleon to really remember what he was like.” That was mostly true. Of course Gwaine remembered what Caerleon had done to his own family, but that didn’t have to come into play here of course. “But from what I remember, he was not a particularly popular sovereign.” Once again he shrugged, he had been a teenager when he had left Caerleon, and he hadn’t left with a popular opinion of the kingdom. He had never been back and there was a reason for that. Camelot was his home now, and his loyalty was to the Pendragon’s and no one else. |
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Post by thegwaine on Jan 1, 2012 16:55:39 GMT -5
Gwaine was stood shoulder to shoulder with his brothers, waiting for the doors at the back of the hall to open, and for the proceedings to begin. The wedding yesterday had been suitably well done, and Gwaine was sure that an intimate wedding had been a more sensitive way to celebrate the Pendragon wedding. After all, the kingdom was able to celebrate the wedding along with the coronation, so all Gwaine knew was that this all was going to lead to the mother of all feasts afterwards, and Gwaine was going to be taking full advantage of the situation of course. There were already many pretty few noblewomen in the all awaiting the start of the coronation. Gwaine would concern himself with such matters later, for now this moment was all about Gwen, and her rise to Arthur’s side.
As the doors opened, Gwaine didn’t feel the need to look round. He knew that she would look as beautiful as she always had done. He had always known she was too beautiful to be serving noblewomen all her life, and now he was only being proved right. As she stood in front of them, waiting to be crowned, Gwaine felt a feeling of pride sweep through him. This was the dawn of a new age, he was sure of it. The ceremony itself was quite short and sweet, but in Gwaine’s mind this just left more time for the festivities. This event was long overdue, and Gwaine was sure everyone would enjoy it to the fullest. “Long live the Queen!” He chanted along with his fellow brothers, “Long live the Queen, long live the Queen!” He meant every word of it, he was sure Gwen would make the perfect Queen alongside Arthur. They were strong, and that was what Camelot needed.
It felt strange to think that it was such a short time ago that he, Elyan and Gaius were locked up in the dungeons. Of course they had all been nursed back to complete health. Those had been dark days, and Gwaine never wanted to see Camelot returned to such desperation. He was sure that Camelot was far from being completely safe, not just from Morgana’s wrath but in general, but with the new King and Queen sat upon the throne, Gwaine hoped that this would be a new era within Camelot’s history. Looking on at them both, Gwaine couldn’t help but grin. This certainly was a new era, and it would be celebrated in the right way. After all, nothing had ever gone wrong at a feast. |
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Post by thegwaine on Jan 1, 2012 16:28:03 GMT -5
Now this was the day which Gwaine had been waiting for. It was a day which was supposed to have been nothing more than a distant memory by now, but yet here they were on the day of the Pendragon wedding. In Gwaine’s mind, he could not be happier about this day. After all he was close to both Guinevère and Arthur, so this day held special in his relationship with both of them. Gwaine had known in his heart of hearts that this day wouldn’t be delayed too much, even after all that had come to pass. He had seen it the first time he had flirted with Guinevère, he had seen the love she already held for the man. After all, it took strong love for another to be able to resist Gwaine’s charming ways. However, in hindsight he didn’t mind being rejected over Arthur in this situation. Arthur could not have found a better woman to love, as he knew Guinevère loved him back utterly and completely. Grinning to himself, Gwaine ran a hand through his hair. He wasn’t that romantic usually but this was an exception, after all, a wedding was a rather romantic occasion. This was the first wedding Gwaine had been to in living memory. He could have been to weddings in his childhood back in Caerleon, but he couldn’t remember those, and he certainly hadn’t been to any whilst travelling. It wasn’t exactly considered normal to invite a traveller to a wedding anyway.
He had dressed up for the occasion, well by dressed up he meant that he had brushed hi hair, and was clad in his usual knightly attire. It was all done up well enough, and he was just trying to look smart for once. He was stood with the other knights, watching the proceedings unfold. He couldn’t imagine what was going through Arthur’s mind. Gwaine had never considered marrying, but he had never met a woman who would tempt him into marriage. He couldn’t imagine shackling himself to just one woman, however, he didn’t think any less of Arthur for marrying, and he believed he was doing it for all the right reasons. He was in love so this was a natural expression of feeling. However, all Gwaine was concerned about right now was that he had not been able to organise some sort of stag party for Arthur. In Caerleon the night before a man’s wedding had been a time of celebration and drinking. Gwaine felt like he had been cheated of an opportunity to drink, and to get drunk with his fellow knights. Perhaps they could organise some sort of post wedding stag party. This would have to be arranged of course, well, with the new brides permission. Gwaine wasn’t so heartless as to steal a new groom away from the marriage bed.
As the proceedings began, Gwaine decided that he couldn’t feel as proud as he did right now on the account of both of his friends. Despite what had happened before the last wedding, they were both here ready to make their love known to the whole of Camelot and beyond. Guinevère certainly did look beautiful in her dress, and Gwaine hoped that if his time ever come for marriage he would have half of Arthur’s luck.
As the vows were being exchanged, the enthusiasm in both Arthur’s and Guinevère’s voices could not be missed, and he couldn’t help but cock a small grin. There were no objections of course, who on earth here could ever object to such a joyous event? Gwaine looked around, sure that no one would speak, and as no one did, the ceremony continued as it should do. As the pair were pronounced husband and wife, Gwaine felt himself tear up slightly, but it was quickly blinked away of course. He wasn’t tearing up because he was a romantic at heart, no, he had just got caught up in the moment, and now that moment was over. He wasn’t getting emotional over a wedding. No sir. Now they were married it was official, they were on the eve of the reign of Arthur and Guinevère Pendragon , and Gwaine was certain the people of Camelot would welcome the new dynasty with open arms. Gwaine for one was going to celebrate this in the proper fashion; with a tankard of ale. |
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Post by thegwaine on Jan 1, 2012 15:37:55 GMT -5
Gwaine of course never meant any charms, or teases with Brynn in a romantic sort of way. No, she was too much of a friend to him for Gwaine to ever consider such things. Brynn had been quite a close friend him since he had been knighted, and she often helped him to see past the nobles which his duty led him to be in close proximity with. After all, Gwaine still had his prejudices against the larger noble community. He appreciated perhaps he had been wrong to tarnish every noble with the same brush, but they still had to earn respect in Gwaine’s eye. He found most nobles in the court of Camelot to be quite refreshing to those he found in other kingdoms, and that he hoped would only continue. Well, Iwan was probably the exception to the rule. The man really was insufferable, and the less Gwaine had to do with him the better it would be for both of them.
He knew perfectly well that Brynn would never fall for his charms either. Right from the off she hadn’t really been in favour of his charming ways, neither had she fallen for them. Although he had been disappointed at first, now he was rather glad as he had found a true friend in the woman. “And a most deserving man he is as well.” Gwaine pointed out. He wouldn’t want anything else for Brynn after all, and he was sure Alex deserved her affections completely. Gwaine was never completely one for believing in love and such things, but it worked for Brynn, so who was Gwaine to judge?
Gwaine nodded at Brynn as she spoke of Arthur’s consideration. It wasn’t so much his consideration which had led them all home, it was more his sense of honour and his courage which had ended the war which was looming with Caerleon. The knights had all been ready to lay down their lives for Camelot and its people, and that was often something which shouldn’t be lost sight of. No knight standing on the cliff face that day ever considered running away or not joining in the fight. They were a band of brothers, and they stood united against the other kingdoms.
Gwaine let out a small ‘heh’ noise, accompanied with a small grin as he looked across at Brynn. He knew perfectly well what she was doing. It wasn’t in her nature to just walk away from such things and this was probably not going to be the exception to the rule. “It’s not about the war no.” He admitted quickly, because it wasn’t the war which bothered him so much, as Brynn had said, he was used to such things so it wasn’t really worth his bother to get worked up about. He shrugged and ran a hand through his hair, ruffling it up so it was even more scruffy than usual. He coughed slightly, and brushed past some young lovers who were walking hand in hand down the street. He smiled at them, after all young love was something special to behold, even if Gwaine wasn’t that fond about acquiring it for himself. He looked down at his young companion and smiled at her, but it was a sad sort of smile, “I was born in Caerleon.” He began to explain, as he was sure he could get through this without actually saying that he was a noble, “That’s all there is to it, my family is from Caerleon.” |
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Post by thegwaine on Jan 1, 2012 14:46:22 GMT -5
 Feasts were unfortunately a regular occurrence within Camelot. Well, that was unfortunate in the sense that there was a constant threat of danger, however, the flowing ale and the fresh set of women often meant that feasts were usually a joyous thing. Plus it meant that Gwaine got to catch up with his band of brothers, which wasn’t something he often got to do. The knights were often all busy doing their own thing, so the one time they were all together was at a feast. Apart from that they were often separated in their different duties, and such like. Gwaine for one was either in the tavern or performing his duties. He never really let ale get in the way of his knightly duties, as he took them with the seriousness in which they should be undertaken. He was of course immensely grateful to the honour of which Arthur had bestowed him with, however adapting from his old lifestyle had been harder than he originally thought. For the first time in years he had a family, and one he was actually quite close to.
Gwaine lifted his glass to Leon’s comment with a chuckle and took a swig from the tankard. He really wouldn’t be letting Arthur throw any more feasts in his honour in the near future, not if they carried so many risks with them. After all, feasts really were the best point of attack as everyone was distracted with festivities. However, if they had to cancel such events because of the worries of attack well, they would never end up celebrating anything would they? “I’ll just have a quiet celebration this year then.” He said thoughtfully and took another swig out of his tankard. A quiet drink in the tavern was probably the best option for his birthday. And by a quiet drink, Gwaine meant quite a few drinks with whichever friends he could muster in the local tavern. It would probably involve women, drinking and gambling. One day Gwaine would switch his life around, however for now he was just after enjoying it how it was.
If Gwaine wasn’t so fond of Leon, he would have been annoyed about the smirk which accompanied his words about Gwaine’s protection. He was quite proud of the protection he could offer to the people of Camelot. “I’m surprised that they aren’t lining up already.” He voiced with a chuckle, polishing off the ale he had in his hands, “Want another one?” He asked. Gwaine could probably charm an ale or two out of the barmaid which was serving tonight. It would save a penny or two out of his coin purse anyway, which was always a good thing.
Gwaine wasn’t quite sure whether to believe Leon or not about Arthur. Arthur always had a habit of seeming fine even when he really wasn’t. However, Gwaine would never ask or introduce the topic of feelings in front of Arthur. It really wasn’t like Gwaine to get bogged down in such things. He just nodded at Leon because he knew about things like this better than he was. Gwaine was still getting used to the people of Camelot after all. Leon’s next comment did however distract him somewhat and Gwaine let out a hearty laugh. “The women will still be here tomorrow night, and every night after that.” Unfortunately many of the women in Camelot were proving themselves to be quite the same. “Besides, what could beat a drink with a fellow knight?” |
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Post by thegwaine on Dec 30, 2011 17:59:10 GMT -5
The presence of the brother was going to get annoying. Very quickly. If Robyn’s reaction wasn’t quite so encouraging then Gwaine might have been inclined to perhaps have a quick drink and move on very quickly. Not because he didn’t like Robyn, but because his experience of families wasn’t a particularly good one. He would rather not end up with a fist to the face because he looked at someone’s sister in a particular way. Gwaine preferred privacy during his courting sessions; they were a lot more fun that way anyway. “I’m sure no one can ruin this afternoon.” He said charmingly and coughed slightly, gesturing towards the tavern, “Speaking of which, why let the day go to waste without an ale or two?” They had been outside for far too long, that much was obvious. If he was going to get a drink down him he might as well do it in company.
How could a prince be so good looking that everyone spoke about it? Gwaine had heard little about Arthur Pendragon, but he didn’t really care either. All nobles were the same, they were only after their own interests and the men on the ground meant little to them as long as they were getting along with their jobs. It was the most frustrating part of the feudal like system, as the ones who put most in got the least out, and the ones who put the least in seemed to get the most out. He bet the Prince was quite spoilt, as was the norm for princes. Grinning to himself, Gwaine wondered what the man would be like in a one on one combat. Even Gwaine had heard about the famed knights of Camelot, so it would be interesting to see if their leader had a leg to stand on. “I’m sure the advantage would still be mine even if you were to meet him.” He grinned, rather confident that he was better looking than the Prince of Camelot. After all, he was Gwaine, so it was natural that he was better looking than most men, if not the majority. What Gwaine found as well was that women often fell for the story he had to tell as well because he broke conventions. He wasn’t just the average man that a woman hoped to run into at the local tavern, he was different and that was what women appreciated.
Wales was quite a vague part of the world at the best of times in Gwaine’s mind. From what he’d heard of the place it was just wet and dreary most of the time. However, on the flip side of that he had heard that it was beautiful countryside, and that appealed to Gwaine. Wherever there were thirsty farm workers there were always taverns to serve their needs. Perhaps he would take a tour of the countries taverns at some point. It would be an adventure for sure, he needed a change of scene anyway. “Incident?” He repeated, catching the change in her tone. That didn’t sound like a particularly nice thing to be talking about from the way she had said it. “Why, what happened?” There was no jest this time because clearly this was a raw nerve for her or else she wouldn’t have darkened in such a way when the topic was brought up. |
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Post by thegwaine on Dec 30, 2011 16:37:01 GMT -5
Settling down wasn’t a word which often featured in Gwaine’s personal vocabulary. It had never really occurred to him. Even as a young boy, the idea of settling down with a wife, a nice fancy house somewhere in the country and a child had never appealed to him. He would like to think that settling down would appeal to him eventually, but his life changed so quickly that he never really looked beyond the next day. Now that he was a knight, and he was at the most secure and stable point in his life he had been in since he had left home all those years ago. Perhaps this would lead him to settle down eventually, but Gwaine suspected that he would need the right woman to tempt him into such a lifestyle. He wasn’t a typical sort of husband. Although he couldn’t really discuss any of this with Arthur at the moment. After all, Arthur should have been celebrating today with his new bride, rather than spending the time out on patrol with him. “Eventually, but there’s too much to get through yet to warrant settling down.” He winked at his friend as they continued walking through the forest. Gwaine wasn’t particularly worried about finding a woman to settle down with, it wasn’t on his list of priorities at the moment.
The realisation of what Gwen had done, and that Arthur had sent her away, was still sitting uncomfortably in Gwaine’s mind. It had all been over so quickly. There hadn’t been anyone in Camelot who hadn’t doubted that the wedding would have gone ahead, well, until the night before the wedding that was. Gwaine had been close to both Arthur and Gwen, and though his loyalty to Arthur had not wavered because of what had come to pass, he still felt sorry for Gwen. After all, he hadn’t even had chance to say goodbye to her. That was what probably sat with him the most. Throughout Gwaine’s life he hadn’t said goodbye to many people he had come across, but Gwen was something different; she had been such a close friend, and now to have her ripped out of his life so quickly, well, he just felt useless.
The weather was probably a sign this conversation was desperately dodging around a topic neither of them wanted to talk about. Gwaine didn’t really want to speak about Gwen in front of Arthur because he wanted to remain neutral in this sort of situation. That being said, he probably felt worse for Gwen, after all, she had no one now and was out by herself. At least Arthur had friendly faces around him. “What a day that will be.” Gwaine chuckled, but it was slightly hollow, after all no survey of the land could include everyone. Lancelot would never join their brothers ever again. Gwaine didn’t voice this of course, it wasn’t him really and if Arthur wanted to say something then he would. Wouldn’t he? Jesu why was this so hard? Gwaine was coming to realise that with anything that wasn’t to do with women or drink, he was actually an emotional cripple with. “If our training sessions are anything to go by, surveying the land will be...eventful.” The knights were a rather hodgepodge band of brothers, and whenever they were all together something unconventional happened, and this would be no exception. |
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Post by thegwaine on Dec 30, 2011 14:01:44 GMT -5
It hadn’t been a particularly interesting week for Gwaine. Well, when he said uninteresting, he meant nothing out of the ordinary had happened. He’d managed to find himself just inside the border of Gawant, at least he assumed it was Gawant, because he had lost a bet in the last tavern he had been in and well, he owed a lot of money he didn’t have. He was still convinced that the bar man had had the card game rigged. Then again, Gwaine had been very drunk, so it wouldn’t be surprising if he had actually just been so drunk he hadn’t been able to concentrate on the game, rather than it being rigged. Right now, he had found himself in the middle of a rather picturesque wood. The fresh air was doing wonders for his hangover, and he felt completely fresh once more, as if not even one drink had passed his lips the night before. That was an utter lie of course, but it was what he felt that mattered, not what had actually happened.
Now the next issue was where he was going to end up next. He could of course just continue down this road and see where he ended up. That was his way after all, and it had never failed him before. Well, it had led to some tricky situations, but Gwaine was still here in perfect health so at least he had that to say. He could hear movements in the forest, and his defences went up straight away. Leading a solitary life as he did often meant he was slightly paranoid in situations like this. He knew he was skilled with a sword, but he was out of Camelot now, which meant there was much more than just swords to come up against.
Characteristically of Gwaine, he began to move towards the noise, of course he wasn’t just about to run away from the scene like some nancy. Gwaine could hear a sharp cry, so instead of inching towards the noise, he began to run. Noises like that in any forest were a sign of something out of the ordinary occurring, and it was usually nothing good. All too quickly, Gwaine came across a scene which annoyed him the moment he arrived. There were several men in front of him, and one was holding a small girl in his arms who clearly didn’t want to be there. As Gwaine stepped forwards, he nearly stepped on a small doll in front of him. He picked it up, assuming it belonged to the girl and looked up at the men, who had paused and were studying him. “You guys aren’t going to win parenting of the year award carrying her like that.” He chuckled to himself and stepped towards the men, “Now set her down, and we can all be on our way.” His hand didn’t waver too far away from his sword just in case the men turned nasty. He just wanted the girl, that was it, and if that could be achieved peacefully well, they could all go home happy. |
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Post by thegwaine on Dec 28, 2011 14:18:16 GMT -5
As much as Gwaine was enjoying his time with Griff, he knew it wouldn’t be for much longer. It would be lucky if he could last to the end of the night before having to run off. He would probably have to sober up at some point as well, but he had the whole night to worry about that, and at the moment the ale in his hand was rather distracting. He could worry about slavers and such like after the ale. He didn’t really want to stick around with Griff for too long anyway, he’d only cause the man trouble of some sort. With the lifestyle Gwaine led, he did make quite a few enemies and ended up in stupid situations for no apparent reason. He didn’t want to put Griff in danger; after all, the man had enough in his life without Gwaine messing it up any more. Maybe he could palm Griff off on some woman who could distract him for a time, it would probably be easier and safer for both of them that way.
Grinning at his companion, he raised his tankard as well in a sort of toast. A toast to their first drink in ten minutes... It was a hollow victory at best. As Gwaine looked round, he could see that the woman Griff had been eyeing up had disappeared. Clearly the man had lost whatever touch he had in the first place. If that had been Gwaine in that sort of situation, he would have already got the woman on his arm. Gwaine shrugged at Griff, it wasn’t that much of a loss anyway, the tavern was booming with women, and pretty ones at that. He was sure if Griff had any talent at coercing with women, he would be able to pick something up by the end of the evening. Whether that was a woman or a slap was yet to be seen.
“She probably wasn’t all that anyway.” Gwaine said, taking another swig out of his drink before looking around the tavern. Grinning, he gestured his tankard to a woman who was standing behind Griff; her eyes intently on him, “But that one seems a little more interested.” |
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Post by thegwaine on Dec 27, 2011 19:36:11 GMT -5
Gwaine shrugged, he really didn’t care that he had overslept. Sure he was annoyed for the lost time, but they could easily make that up. There was no point in worrying or arguing about things which had already happened. What good would it do both of them standing here arguing about the fact her had an extra hour in bed. He had deserved the rest, he hadn’t felt like his feet had touched the ground this past week. It wasn’t even that Camelot was under any particular thread, but the knights were always patrolling, or attending functions, or training. It was never ending. “But if you hadn’t have knocked you would have missed out on this.” He gestured to his chest with a chuckle, what a sorry thing it would have been to miss.
He looked back at Iwan, almost amused by his answer and he gave a small ‘heh’ noise. “Of course, that is exactly what I meant.” It wasn’t incredibly sarcastic, but it was more of a patronising tone, so it was harder to miss. Gwaine was the better looking man and Iwan would come to accept this. He began to readjust his sword at his hilt, making sure it was secure before they set on their way. He wanted to just get out and sink his teeth into this mission. This creature, whatever it was, had apparently been spotted by some of the villagers, and such things often proved to be dangerous. The idea was to kill the creature before it could eat or destroy any of the food stores. It was a decent plan, and Gwaine was pretty sure they could stick to it, even with Sir Perfect at his heels.
Honestly Gwaine couldn’t say he gave any part of Iwan that much thought. Gwaine never thought about anything like that for too long, it was too... trivial for him to get fussed about. Whether Iwan was putting on a few pounds or not was none of Gwaine’s business, though he could mildly observe that he was putting on some weight in jest. Really Gwaine was just helping the man out as if he were slimmer, he would be fitter and more apt for battle. So Iwan should have been grateful really for him pointing this out, after all, with Iwan and his large belly, Gwaine would probably be the one stepping in to save the day if anything went amiss today. “Anyway, your physique is either your forte or your downfall on the battlefield.” He looked across to Iwan, “And at the moment my friend, you are leaning towards the latter.” One day Iwan would look back at this and laugh, and realise what good advice it was. For now Gwaine sped off through the courtyard to avoid a punch in the face. |
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Post by thegwaine on Dec 27, 2011 16:49:54 GMT -5
Gwaine had come to realise, during his time with Iwan prior to this little mission they were going through together, that the man wasn’t particularly friendly. Well, he wasn’t as friendly as some of the other knights. Gwaine hadn’t had a problem with any of the other knights since his knighting ceremony. He had expected more of the other knights to have a problem with the fact he was a commoner. Well, he wasn’t, everyone just thought he was a commoner, but still. Iwan was the only one he had come across who didn’t appreciate his comical nature. Whether it was a personality conflict, or whether he just genuinely disliked the fact that a commoner had become a knight, was yet to be seen. In all fairness, Gwaine couldn’t care less, it just made jesting with the man even more fun.
“Is there any part of me that is taking answering my door half naked seriously?” He repeated with a loud chuckle, “How could you take it seriously?” Gwaine didn’t understand that logic. He’d answered the door half naked, how could anyone take that seriously. “You shouldn’t have knocked if you didn’t want to face the consequences.” The consequence of course was the fact Gwaine had answered the door half naked. Really Iwan should know better than to come calling if he didn’t want to be faced with this.
Heh well Iwan certainly had a bit of wit about him, at least he wasn’t completely humourless. Gwaine wouldn’t have been able to stand it if he didn’t at least have a bit of a spark. Giving a chuckle Gwaine looked Iwan up and down, “Well, who says that turning into a woman would make you any more attractive?” Thinking about it now, turning into a woman wasn’t going to do anything for Iwan, really he was shadowed by Gwiane’s own good looks. He didn’t blame the man for being jealous; it was only natural.
Well, Gwaine wasn’t going to treat Iwan to watching him changing, so naturally he shut the door. Really Iwan didn’t have to be so rude about the whole situation. Gwaine did take his knightly duties seriously, and this was the first time he had overslept, so Iwan could take from this situation what he wanted. Gwaine didn’t really care Iwan thought about him. “Well I’ve been needing to stretch my legs. We’ll walk to the village, you look like you need the exercise anyway.” His back hand slapped Iwan’s stomach a bit harder than he was intending, but he had already half skipped off towards the court yard before Iwan could retaliate. Gwaine was still in the opinion that Iwan would be nothing but fun, he wondered how long it would take to wind him up before he actually snapped. Given his earlier comment, it wasn’t going to take long. |
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Post by thegwaine on Dec 27, 2011 14:18:02 GMT -5
It was too early in the morning for thinking, and that was in Gwaine’s professional opinion. Gwaine rolled over and yawned into his pillow. One of the perks of being a knight was defiantly the bed at the end of the day, it was much preferred to the old tavern beds he had been used to on his travels. This would have been a perfect moment, if it weren’t from the annoying knocking on his door, followed by Iwan’s irritating voice. Oh yes, Gwaine must have over slept. He would have been more bothered about this if it was anyone but Iwan. He didn’t dislike the man, but he didn’t particulary like him either, but he wasn’t going to go away. So Gwaine got up and opened the door with one of his usual grins.
“Hello handsome.” He grinned across at Iwan, it was obvious the knight probably wasn’t best pleased at having to come and fetch him. In Gwaine’s defence, he had been on the night watch, and had only got a few hours sleep. Therefore it was completely justifiable that he should oversleep by an hour or so. God forbid Sir Perfect in front of him should do anything wrong, Jesu the world might just end if he stepped a foot out of line. Gwaine had only just noticed he wasn’t wearing a shirt, hmm, if Iwan was a young serving woman then this situation would be a lot more enjoyable. He looked down at his shirtless state and then back to Iwan and let out a short chuckle. “Don’t fancy changing into a woman do you? It’ll make this situation more bearable for both of us.” Unless Iwan was enjoying basking in Gwaine’s masculinity, in which case they were both enjoying this situation.
Stretching his arms out, Gwaine studied Iwan, “Give me a few moments to change, unless you would prefer to watch?” He chuckled again, Iwan did really need to lighten up. They were going to be spending all morning in the forest together tracking this creature, so he would have to develop a sense of humour at some point because otherwise it would be a painful experience for them both. Gwaine could only remain in his comical like manner for a certain amount of time without an audience before it began to wear thin. He closed the door and began to pull on his tunic and armour, luckily he had already laid them out because he knew something like this was going to happen. Finishing dressing, Gwaine grabbed his sword and took a look at himself in the mirror. His hair was suitably scruffy as usual, and with a grin he joined Iwan once more outside the door and began to head down the coridoor towards the courtyard, “Are you going to stand there all day?” He asked with a chuckle and turned away from him; he was going to enjoy this. |
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Post by thegwaine on Dec 22, 2011 18:29:57 GMT -5
Gwaine didn’t really like being quite so melancholy, because it really didn’t suit him. Everyone knew him as the jester of the pack, he was always the one to lighten the mood when no one else knew how. So for him to now be in quite low spirits over a matter he was really unable to discuss with anyone else, well it left him in a rather odd position to say the least. Rubbing his hands together, trying to rid his hands of the evening cold, he began to blow on them softly to warm them. The past few days had just brought up his past in ways he didn’t really want to face. He’d been running from his past life for so long, and it appeared to have caught up with him. It proved that you couldn’t really run and hide from who you were forever, and it irritated Gwaine no end. Why couldn’t his past just stay where it was supposed to?
Turning back to Brynn, it took him a few moments to think over what she was saying, and he just grinned back at her. Of course no woman would ever know all his tricks, he prided himself upon that much. Well, no woman he had ever come across had managed it just yet, but perhaps he would one day meet his match. He would love to see that, whoever the woman was, she would certainly be something to behold. Gwaine’s stance chanced slightly and he playfully took Brynn’s chin in his finger and thumb and whispered, “Perhaps we could make new tricks together?” He suggested playfully before releasing her chin and chuckling to himself. He knew Brynn would just take it as a joke, because she knew there was nothing in it. He hoped she would take it that way anyway, he hadn’t jested with her like that for quite some time now.
Her father? Oh yes, Gwaine had almost forgotten her father had been in the army facing Caerleon’s as well as him and the other knights. There had been so many who had been prepared to fight and die for Camelot that day that Gwaine had lost perspective of the scale of the battle. He and his fellow knights had been stood on the edge of a make or break battle, and Arthur had taken the responsibility for everything. Gwaine of course had offered his services as Camelot’s champion, he would have been prepared to die for Camelot on Arthur’s command. His loyalty as ever was unwavering. “I am glad everyone returned home safely.” Gwaine agreed softly and turned back to his friend as she said she was a good listener. Gwaine almost did want an ear to listen to his rants, but he didn’t know if Brynn was the right one for the job, but perhaps he could dodge around the topic softly without many of the details. He suspected she wasn’t going to go away until he did anyway. “The last few days have just been a bit....” He tried to search for the right word, “Different.” Was that even right in context? “I’ll be fine anyway, I promise.” He held his hands up to show he wasn’t crossing his fingers, but he knew even then it wouldn’t be enough for Brynn. |
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Post by thegwaine on Dec 22, 2011 18:15:11 GMT -5
One of the best things about being a free man was that occasions such as this with Robyn weren’t all that rare. He was free to do whatever he wanted whenever he wanted. Sure at times it could be quite a solitary lifestyle, and sometimes Gwaine wished that he had someone to share it with. Not necessarily a wife or anything quite as drastic as this, but anyone he could call a familiar face. His lifestyle prevented that kind of interaction. Even if he visited the same tavern twice there were always new faces, and new women to charm. It was a lonely life, but Gwaine wasn’t sad for it. He didn’t need company along the way, but from time to time he enjoyed interacting with others. It kept his feet on the ground. He’d been social enough in his youth, and now it was time to frame his adulthood the way he wanted it to be. He didn’t have to dance to anyone else’s tune, this was his time to shine, and he intended to live life to the fullest potential that he could manage.
This young woman certainly was amusing if nothing else. An over protective brother could be seen as a problem. They often didn’t enjoy the potential knowledge of someone deflowering their sisters, but Gwaine was a little more of a gentleman for such thoughts. Well, such thoughts straight away. He did have standards; sort of. “Eat you?” He repeated with a chuckle, “Why would I ruin such beauty?” He asked, running a hand through his hair to scruff it up. “I shall do my best then not to look menacing; wouldn’t want him ruining our fun after all would we?” He asked with a wink. Yes, this whole encounter would be better without the protective older brother casting a look in every now and again. It would probably be distracting, and irritating while Gwaine was trying to keep Robyn in the palm of his hand.
He was a little shocked that the woman gave a mock curtsey, and of course it would be rude to let such a gesture slide unnoticed. Therefore Gwaine gave an over exaggerated bow, grinning at Robyn as he raised his eyes. She was proving quite amusing to tease and jest with; hopefully that would only continue throughout their conversation. At the mention of how handsome the Prince was Gwaine felt quite defensive. He wasn’t a fan of the nobility at the best of times, but he particularly didn’t like the idea of his good looks being challenged by this Prince. That was just rude of him. “Acceptable?” He replied, more than a bit insulted at her words, “I fail to see how my looks could ever be challenged by the Prince of Camelot.” His words were said in jest of course, he wasn’t about to bite this girls head off for comments she wasn’t aware of. No, the easiest way to deal with this was just to jest around it, and leave it where it was.
Sugales? Gwaine hadn’t had a Welshwoman before, this was quite exciting. He hadn’t been there either, he would have to add it to his list of places to visit. “I’ve never been to Sugales.” Gwaine said thoughtfully, “I assume you aren’t at home much with this lot?” He gestured to the rest of the brigade Robyn was travelling with before flashing Robyn a cheeky grin. |
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Post by thegwaine on Dec 21, 2011 19:13:05 GMT -5
Gwaine half wished the last of the Camelotians would take themselves off to bed, and leave him in the silence. It wasn’t often now that Gwaine got two minutes to himself to think. He used to live a solitary life, and drinking in taverns had been his only way of socialising so it had become a way of life. Now he had the knights, and they were like a band of brothers, so he was social most of the time. Although that didn’t mean that he was going to give up drinking anytime soon, it made the appeal of a drink to get rid of his problems less appealing. He couldn’t tell the knights what was ailing him, because then he lost a bit of his identity; the lie he had just learned to live. No one apart from Merlin really knew that he had a past history of nobility. Everyone else just thought he was like the other new knights, and that he had risen from humble backgrounds. In that sense he always felt like he was living a lie, but he was showing that it didn’t matter what people thought of you, you could be whatever you wanted to be. Arthur’s rule was certainly showing that already to an extent and Gwaine wasn’t complaining.
These were just some more of the thoughts swimming round in Gwaine’s head, on top of thoughts of Caerleon. He couldn’t get the image of the King’s face as the blade had fallen upon him. To see the life ended that had caused his family so much pain was a surreal experience. It should have brought him peace, and revenge, but it didn’t. He’d seen too much of the world to know that revenge never got you anywhere. In a way, Arthur’s own actions with Caerleon’s death had proven that as it had nearly caused a war with the whole of Caerleon, and no one would have prospered from such an event. Gwaine ran a hand through his hair, now he was even starting to question if running off into the world by himself as a young man had been the right thing to do. What if he had gone back to help his brothers? Would it have changed anything? Could he have even helped?
He was torn from his thoughts as a friendly face appeared by his side. He’d been so wrapped up in his thoughts that he hadn’t even noticed Brynn approaching, but that didn’t make him any less glad that she was here. “Were you sneaking up on me?” He asked playfully and began to step in line with her. He forced a grin onto his face and pulled out one of his pockets, “Alas I have no money to gamble away, nor to drink with. And I’m certain the barmaid knows all my tricks...” He winked at Brynn, trying to act as if everything was normal, “Anyway how are you? I’ve not seen you in a while.” Diverting the topic off him was probably the best thing to do, it stopped him confronting his own issues. |
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Post by thegwaine on Dec 19, 2011 11:21:22 GMT -5
Gwaine was quite pleased to see that the woman finally blushed. There, he wasn’t losing his touch after all. It was only to be expected that this woman would soon be eating out of the palm of his hand, this was Gwaine after all. He had rarely met a woman who wasn’t completely taken in by his charm. When they didn’t fall for him, it was usually because they were up to their eye balls with love sicknesses for someone else. Gwaine never really approved of love sickness, as it wasn’t a pretty thing to behold, and he hoped that he was never inflicted with it. Men did stupid things when they were in love, and who wanted to be tied down by one woman anyway? Of course Gwaine meant no harm to women in general, he enjoyed their company and he loved sharing a flirt and a jest with them from time to time. It made his life more interesting so who was he to complain? He never toyed with a woman so much that she was at risk of misery or something similar. He wasn’t that cruel. So perhaps he would consider this woman in a rather flirtatious friendship for the time being. He was usually the rugged stranger women used to take their minds off the toils of every day life, and perhaps now he could put that to good use.
Gwaine grinned as she acknowledged her appreciation of her new nickname. Sunshine it was then. He did however raise an eye brow at her comments about Tybalt, “Well if he disagrees, then he doesn’t get his own nickname.” He shrugged, like it was some sort of threat. In reality it just meant that Gwaine didn’t have to strain himself to think of a nickname, and he liked it like that. Life was sometimes too much effort, and when Gwaine began to over think things he knew that he was in need of an ale. Ale had certainly become the nectar of his existence, and it was always a comfort throughout all his time of wandering, so who was he to complain? At least this Tybalt was only a brother, and not something else because that would make him a thread. Gwaine sometimes enjoyed having a threat in the form of another man, because it put him to the test. For now however Gwaine just wanted to enjoy Robyn’s company without being threatened by anyone else. “And I think it suits you very well my Lady Sunshine.” He grinned, he didn’t have to bring his view of the nobility into this, because this woman was clearly anything but a noble.
For now, his attentions were just on Robyn, it wouldn’t do to be lurching after several other women whilst trying to charm one. She was still occasionally flushing and that just increased Gwaine’s already inflated ego. Sometimes it was just too easy. He shook his head at her question but grinned, “Is that because I’m more handsome than the average man in Camelot?” He cocked his head at her, “But you’re right, I’m not from around here.” He shrugged and looked around at the other people who Robyn had been with, “I take it you aren’t a native of Camelot either?” |
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Post by thegwaine on Dec 18, 2011 17:26:14 GMT -5
Of course getting women to agree to a drink was one thing, but this one thought that he wanted her to buy him a drink as well?There was one low which Gwaine had never reached, and that was letting a woman buy a drink for him. There was a difference between a woman picking up the tab, and charming an ale or two out of the waitresses, and Gwaine preferred the latter. Mainly because it wasn't exactly gentlemanly to ask a woman to buy a drink for you. Usually he would have jumped at offering to buy the woman a drink, but as she was ordering so much he supposed that her friends were involved. As much as Gwaine wanted to charm this woman, he wasn't going to do so by buying everyone a drink. For one he wasn't even sure if he had that much money. For now he just grinned on at the woman, cocking his usual grin. "I would never expect you to pay my ale for me, as the presence of such beauty makes any expense worthwhile." There, and Gwaine suspected that he had got himself out of paying a full round of ales; that was Gwaine's main concern at the moment.
Irritatingly the woman hadn't blushed yet. Although that didn't show that his charm wasn't working, it was something which he always looked forwards to. Usually women gave a soft blush, a giggle before giving him a mumbled reply or their name. This woman was different so far, and Gwaine was yet to discover if that was a good thing or not. For now he was going with the theory that it was a good thing, because it meant that he had a challenge on his hands, rather than the usual catch. He was certainly due something new after all. The woman was very pretty after all, sohe was sure that it was worth his time to stay a while and try out his charms.
He raised his eye brows as the woman also refused to just give him a straight answer when he asked her name. Was it so difficult to just give him a normal answer? However, Gwaine couldn't deny that it did make her quite intriguing, and Gwaine folded his arms and folded his arms, like he was examining her. "Well if you have so many names I feel like I should give you my own nickname." He mused and looked over her, this time making it more obvious that he was examining her. After all, if he was to think of a suitable nickname he had to get a feel for her personality; both physical and mentally. "I shall call you Lady Sunshine for the colour of your hair, and your warm personality." He winked softly at Robyn, "Though I shall just call you sunshine for the most part." |
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Post by thegwaine on Dec 18, 2011 16:52:46 GMT -5
Really, Gwaine could see the logic in attacking a kingdom while it was celebrating, however it wasn't exactly sporting of them, esepecially on Arthur's birthday. Gwaine was always a man of honour, and such things could only be gained on the battle field. However, he knew that not everyone was as noble of the knights of Camelot. If they were then everyone would be a knight. Gwaine sighed softly and ran a hand over his face. The only issue with drinking with friends was that he often shied away from trying to flirt with every woman who took his fancy. Perhaps if the woman had a sister it would work, as then he and Leon would have a woman on their arms and then it would be a little less awkward... But perhaps he should leave that for a more upbeat occasion.
"Remind me to not tell Arthur when my birthday is." Gwaine muttered into his ale. He would not be attending any more feasts than he had too if each of them ended as badly as the one last night had. Really, it was surprising that anyone held feasts anymore. From Gwaine's limited experience they had a tendency to end badly eventually. Or perhaps Camelot was so used to the threads that they just took it in their strides. That was also conceivable, and Gwaine was sure he would get used to his life being constantly in danger, but it wasn't the most comforting through. Especially when he was tryng to enjoy on his ale.
Gwaine grinned at Leon and clapped his back, "And so you should Many would die for the protection that you hold right now." Well they wouldn't die as then there would be no point in Gwaine protecting them... but details details. The point still stood. Gwaine certainly had his own style in the field of battle, and the other knights appreciated that when he was fighting with them. He knew Leon could hold his own, but it was still nice to jest with him. "I'm sure Arthur will deal with it in his own way." Gwaine replied thoughtfully and took another swig of his ale, "Want another one?" |
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Post by thegwaine on Dec 18, 2011 15:06:23 GMT -5
Gwaine would usually argue that there could never be a manic look upon his face. It was much to handsome to be capable of being manic. However, if that was how Percival wanted to view his features at the moment then so be it. Gwaine just increased his grin, making it more manic-like on purpose, "What manic look?" He asked teasingly and chuckled at his friend. Gwaine was never one to let an opportunity pass him by, especially one which involved an ale in the tavern. After all, this could be his way of becoming closer to his fellow knight. The Knights were like brothers after all, which meant that anything that they did was meant in lighthearted fun.
Gwaine considered Percival's words, and would have been insulted if his words weren't utterly and completely true. He raised his hands to deny his friends words and fell silent with a shrug, "And I have never once refused its call." That was also true. If an ale was calling nothing would stand in his way to what he wanted.
Gwaine was sure that Percival wouldn't let him away with that comment, and he would probably not live to regret it later, but for now he just grinned at him and followed him into the tavern. It was lively enough, which was always a good thing. If it had been too boring then Percival probably wouldn't have understood the appeal of a good ale at the end of the day, and that wouldn't have done at all. As his friend went to grab a table, Gwaine went straight to the bar and took two ales from the barman. He handed one to Percival with a grin, "First ones on me; just don't get used to it." He said with a wink, was of course joking. He could usually get a few free drinks from the bar ladies anyway so Gwaine never ended up too out of purse on a night out. |
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Post by thegwaine on Dec 14, 2011 13:20:13 GMT -5
Gwaine was sat with an ale, and whereas there was nothing unusual about that, he felt quite different. He wasn’t in the hub of activity for once; he wasn’t charming the newest barmaid or gambling bits of his wages away. No, he had tucked himself in a corner of the tavern and was just thinking. With the nature of Gwaine’s life, it wasn’t often that he had time to just sit and contemplate the world and all its oddities. Gwaine didn’t particularly like doing this either, because when you thought about things too much you just ended up dragging up pieces of your past which should just be laid to rest. Gwaine was always one for looking forwards rather than backwards. It was too hard to look back sometimes, so it had almost come naturally to him. Sighing into his ale, he drained the glass and set it down He was getting a few looks from some of the locals, who were torn between asking him for a game of cards or asking him what was wrong. At the end of the day, Gwaine knew hardly anyone cared about the worries of others. Everyone had their baggage, but some preferred to keep it close to their chest.
Running his hand over his face, Gwaine wondered how many ales it would take to just forget the last couple of days. He had been running from his past for so long, and unwittingly, Arthur had brought it back into the forefront of his mind once more. The incident with Caerleon had left Gwaine in a rather odd position. He had been stood mere feet away from the King who had turned his mother away in his hour of need. He had had to stand there and pretend it meant nothing to him; he had just had to act like nothing was wrong. No one but Merlin knew of his rather vague background. If Gwaine had reacted to the King in anyway, it would have sparked some sort of reaction from the other knights. Gwaine didn’t really want any of them to know about his noble roots, he just wanted them to know and judge him as the man he was now.
But now Gwaine wasn’t quite sure what to think. Should he be glad that Caerleon was dead? It was revenge in a way for the hurt he had caused Gwaine’s family. After all, his father had died in his service, and yet he had done nothing to aid his family. It still burned within Gwaine; the raw anger he had felt as a young man was still there. It had been the reason he had left home. He knew full well that his mother was unable to keep him and his brothers, so he had just upped and left; it had been better for them all that way. In a way, Gwaine knew that if Caerleon had not acted in the way he had Gwaine wouldn’t be the man that he was today, but was that a good or a bad thing? Gwaine sighed, in truth he had no idea. He liked his life how it was now; he had his new family here in Camelot. His thoughts returned to his family in Caerleon, he wondered how they were, and whether they still thought of him. However far Gwaine had travelled, he still thought of his family. In a way he knew he would never go back, he wasn’t the same man who left and he never would be. He didn’t want to embrace his noble status ever again, so he would remain in Camelot as a Knight and serve under Arthur. It was better for everyone that way.
Deciding that turning up to training in the morning half cut wasn’t a good idea, Gwaine refused the bar mans offer of another ale and headed out of the tavern. It was rather early for Gwaine to be heading back to the castle as the sun was only just setting. Therefore Gwaine decided that he would walk around the lower town for a while before heading up to the castle. After all, the knights would surely know that there was something wrong if Gwaine was back this early. He didn’t want their fuss or their pity. He just wanted to be left alone with his thoughts for now, and to gather them in a way only he knew how. There was no ale in the world which would rid him of this problem, so for now he just decided to walk through the town, and for once embrace his memories.
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Timeline: After His Father's Son
Time of Day: Early Evening
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