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Post by thegwaine on Aug 19, 2012 16:38:22 GMT -5
 Gwaine looked around him, hoping that they were quite alone in their surroundings. There were dangerous men in this forest, which was a fact he knew all too well. Gwaine would never be coming this far south again, the people here were savages. He had no idea what kingdom he was in, he wouldn’t really be surprised if this wasn’t a kingdom, and merely on the border; therefore under no mans jurisdiction. That would make the most sense of course, these men were not above the law because there was no laws for them to adhere by. Gwaine shuddered a little at the thought, this was clearly chaos, and he was suddenly glad to have those running round imposing laws upon other; to an extent. He did not believe in injustice, which was what occurred in most kingdoms. Gwaine hated seeing it, he hated others squashed by the nobility of their kingdom; being forced to work until they were worn and old, he had seen mothers who were practically ready for giving birth forced to toil out in the fields alongside their husbands and children, he had seen men taxed until they could not produce a loaf of bread for their children. It was reasons like that which Gwaine was glad to no longer be associated with the nobility of these lands. It wasn’t how he wanted to portray himself; he wasn’t like them and he never would be ever again. He was his own man, and that was that.
The woman in front of him regained his attentions as she spoke. Camelot? Now, he had never been there, though it was surprising of course as it was practically in the middle of the other kingdoms, however, he just always seemed to miss it out. No doubt Gwaine would venture to Camelot eventually, but he supposed he had heard the King was a tyrant, and that his son was just as bad. Gwaine knew Camelot had a ban on magic, so he supposed strangers would hardly be welcomed in that sort of environment. He didn’t have magic of course, he wasn’t that talented, but still, he wasn’t for being accused of something just because he was different, or a stranger. It had happened before of course; the stranger was always the one to be blamed when something happened; though that was usually when someone was robbed or attack, he had never yet been accused of being a sorcerer, and he had no intention of letting anyone try to accuse him. “It is further north than here.” Gwaine confirmed, he knew where Camelot was, or at least he thought he knew. It was to the west of Mercia and he knew that was north east of here, therefore Camelot should be in the north, “When we get out of here I’ll help point you in the right direction.” Gwaine wasn’t ready to go to Camelot, “Do you have business there my lady?” He asked as they began to walk.
Yassia was a pretty name, but not one Gwaine was familiar with, he supposed that went with her accent though. He bowed his head a little to her, “My name is Gwaine.” Nomad’s never bothered heavily with last names, out here family names didn’t matter, it was all about what you could do, and how well you could survive, “Come on, let’s go.” He gestured through the trees and he began to walk forwards, finding himself trusting this woman a bit more now than he had done originally, though he still had his wits about him. |
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Post by thegwaine on Aug 19, 2012 14:34:01 GMT -5
 Gwaine was starting to enjoy Camelot. Merlin had left him to his own devices, as he supposed his new friend had other duties aside from tending him. The only other person who he had been left with to be entertained by was Gaius, and Gwaine had no intention of learning his herbs, or helping the old man clean out his workspace. He was grateful of course that he was being tended to, but Gwaine wasn’t a domestic being, and he would rather be out and about rather than helping to sweep up a workshop. Stretching out a little, he stole an apple from a passing servant’s basket who didn’t notice at all. Grinning a little at his own brilliance, Gwaine leant up against the wall; looking out at the kingdom as he took a bite from the apple. He still had his bandage on, and he felt a lot better though he figured he had best leave it on for now. Taking another bite of the apple, Gwaine considered his position, he had never really been inside a castle, not recently anyway. He hadn’t had any reason to; strangers weren’t really welcome in castles, or anywhere near where they could harm the monarch. It wasn’t like Gwaine had any interests in turning assassin, but apparently it was frowned upon for a stranger to be found in a princesses bedchambers. He had never received any complaints from the princesses, however.
Finishing his apple, he threw the remains out of the window and watched it fall onto the deserted grounds. It was at that point that he decided that a trip to the tavern would be the right way to go, or at least he could at least discover where the tavern was for future reference. As usual, Gwaine had little interest or intent to stay here longer than was needed. He was a nomad, so as soon as he started getting noticed he slipped away again as quickly as he had came. It would probably be best that way, he had after all saved a prince; he hardly wanted a reputation building.
Turning down the corridor, Gwaine noticed a young, beautiful noblewoman approaching him. He had to stop himself from grinning, as he was unable to believe his own luck. She looked like quite a privileged lady in herself; you could tell with women. It was generally everything about them which gave it away; the way she carried herself, her expression and even right down to the fabrics of her dress and the jewellery she accessorised with. In his usual manner, Gwaine approached the woman, stopping her in her path and grinning at her. “Forgive me my Lady, but I wanted to make sure that I was not imagining such beauty.”
Timeline: Series 3, during the episode ‘Gwaine’
Tagged: Princess Morgana Pendragon
Time of Day: Midday
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Post by thegwaine on Aug 16, 2012 17:59:33 GMT -5
 Gwaine was starting to enjoy winding this woman up, which was a rarity. He never usually bothered with winding women up, as he was usually preoccupied with other things with them. This woman however didn’t really deserve such attention; no doubt she would end up with a stuffy husband who didn’t know how to please anyone but himself. The thought almost brought a smile to Gwaine’s lips, and he brushed his hand over his mouth, disguising it until he could rid himself of it. Isabel knew nothing, she really didn’t. Her naivety was what irritated him most of all. It was the fact she thought herself so superior, and that she really thought she knew it all. She wasn’t unlike most noblewomen or noblemen he had come across before of course, but still, it irked him, and Gwaine had already annoyed himself to the point of no return.
She was seriously considering a second meeting? No, she could not be serious, surely? Gwaine looked on at her, and creased his brow at her. There wouldn’t be a second meeting if he could help it, he would be off before then, if they ended this meeting without one of them killing each other, that was. “Alas my Lady, I am afraid I leave in the morning.” It was a lie which was quickly becoming truth, “So I fear this will be our only meeting.” He grinned a little, locking eyes with her, “So, indulge me a little.” She seemed like a woman who wanted to seem like she was interesting, and that she was so unique from the other noble ladies that Gwaine had come up against. Perhaps she was, but if she was, then she hadn’t show any of it yet.
Really, she had a good point; no doubt she spent her days lounging in the most luxurious apartments that she could find. He had expected her to take his arm of course, she was a lady, and anything else would have been indecent. “Well, now is as good a time to start as any. Which tavern should we sample first, my Lady?” He grinned at her, knowing this was going to go one of two ways. |
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Post by thegwaine on Aug 15, 2012 19:35:18 GMT -5
 It really was too easy with some women, but that wasn’t a bad thing in the slightest. A lot of women in Camelot came with a sharp tongue and a bite to match it. Gwaine had learnt that very quickly since taking up residence in Camelot. Then again, there were women like Brynn that still blushed at him, but that he had learnt not to charm anyway, Brynn had let him know in her own way that she wasn’t interested, and now they were incredibly close. Rowan on the other hand didn’t seem to be giving him any sign of wanting him to stop, or leave her alone, in fact her reactions were being incredibly encouraging. Gwaine was sure that she wasn’t going to disappoint him, then again, it wasn’t as if he wanted to mess with the girls head, he just wanted to bring a smile to her lips, and enjoy himself in the meantime. He took up the seat beside her, as standing wasn’t really the best way to woo a woman and besides, he was drawing attention to himself while his fellow knights were below, bantering and jousting. Gwaine would have to go back to the jousting of course in a little while, but not yet; his listing wouldn’t be up for some time, so he had enough time to enjoy himself with Rowan. That was before the knights started shouting at him to get suited up. This wouldn’t be the first time that Gwaine let the situation run away with him; he had once nearly missed an entire tournament for the sake of a beautiful woman. If he said it was in the pursuit of love he would be lying, Gwaine just enjoyed the attention and the rewards it sometimes brought him.
He had to stop himself from grinning so much as she leant forwards, perhaps trying to appear alluring or entice him, or whatever it was that women tried to do to attract men. Gwaine had seen it before, but it didn’t mean that Rowan had done it before, so he appreciated the effort nonetheless, “It’s not as straight forwards as that my Lady.” His eyes danced as he grinned at her, “For it is many things about you which are more important than fighting.” He didn’t make a move just yet, as it was rather premature in the conversation for such things, and there was plenty of time, of course. “Most of all it is your smile, as it was beautiful enough to spot through these crowds.” It wasn’t his best line, but the aim was flattery, and Rowan was very beautiful so he was not lying.
Gwaine decided that he liked the rose tint to her cheeks, it made her look a little more lively, and even more beautiful. He nodded at her, and then looked across at the jousting, he could not imagine women finding some aspects of the joust easy to watch, as it was a watered down version of what one could expect to find on the field of battle, but still, “I enjoy jousting, but armed tournaments are more to my liking.” He grinned, “Are you here alone today my Lady?” That was partly out of polite conversation, but also for self preservation. Gwaine would not be caught here by some bad tempered, over protective father; he’d had enough of that in the past. |
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Post by thegwaine on Aug 15, 2012 19:10:24 GMT -5
Gwaine was now wondering if he could persuade Arthur to send him on a mission to Gawant, perhaps it wouldn’t be that hard. Then again, there was always something happening in Camelot, the knights of Camelot certainly earned their keep, as it seemed like the kingdom was always being plagued with some problem or another; Gwaine was sure that the other kingdoms he had visited weren’t this bad. However, Camelot was rich, and rich kingdoms brought many enemies; there was no point in attacking a kingdom with nothing to give, he reasoned. “I’m sure there will be something we can all agree on.” He grinned a little, hoping that one day he would actually be able to visit the kingdom. Perhaps if he broached the topic with Arthur one day the King might let him loose for a week or two. Sometimes Gwaine did miss being able to just go where he wanted when he wanted. It had been hard to adjust at first, and there were times when he still missed the freedom, but he enjoyed his life the way it was, and wouldn’t trade it for what he had given up.
There was no mistaking that today was going to go down in history in Camelot, as it really was an historic day. Gwaine usually wasn’t sentimental about these kinds of things, but he had always believed that it should be those who deserve to rule who did, not those who simply saw it as a birthright. In Arthur and Gwen, there was a perfect balance of those things, and Gwaine supported the marriage, where others would seek to criticise it.
The north it was then! Gwaine continued to walk, the ladies hand in his, as he wondered where to start. None of the knights really paid his tales much heed, they had their own campfire stories, and he was usually too drunk to tell his by the time he was given his chance, so they’d just got passed over. “The north is colder for a start.” He gestured to the general splendour and weather, “This kind of weather is a rarity, but I did spend a while up there. There’s the perilous lands of course to the north and east, but not many have been further north than that, past Mercia and into the highlands. I didn’t go that far of course, but the people there are apparently different to those in the five kingdoms, they even speak a different language. Or so the Mercian’s tell you.” He grinned a little, trying to not go on with himself, “Have you ever visited Mercia my Lady?” |
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Post by thegwaine on Aug 12, 2012 19:56:57 GMT -5
The reaction he got from the kiss on the hand was one that he expected. The girl blushed, though she tried to hide it, and it amused Gwaine no end. He bit the inside of his mouth to stop him grinning so much, so this girl was perhaps not used to male attention, so he would have to be a little more gentle with his flirtations than he had been with some of the women previously in the Camelotian courts. That was no matter though, the woman seemed sweet enough, and he only intended to flirt with her a little, and leave her with a smile on her face if nothing else. Everyone needed a bit of Gwaine to lighten up their lives; though he’d been trying to convince Iwan of that for over a year now and he still didn’t understand it.
Gwaine raised an eye brow at her words, despite the blushing, the fact she brought the tournament so quickly into conversation hinted that she actually didn’t want him to be there. He hoped he’d misread that, as he was on complete form today, and would hate to think he had wasted time in-between spars on a woman who really didn’t want any attention. He was already enjoying her company anyway, so it was a losing situation for him if she brushed him off like he was nothing. “There are more important things than fighting, my Lady.” He winked at her, hoping to make her blush again at the very least.
“Rowan is a beautiful name, my Lady.” Iwan had defiantly heard the name d’Auber before, but he couldn’t remember where. Perhaps this was why everyone told him that he shouldn’t drink as much. If he didn’t, then he’d probably be able to remember things like this a lot easier, rather than being here not being able to remember where he had seen this woman before, or where he had heard her family name being mentioned. He was once again going with the philosophy that if he couldn’t remember then it wasn’t worth remembering. It would all be fine, he was sure. If any of it was important then it would reveal itself in time, he wasn’t going to insult the Lady in question by badgering her with these questions of course. If she felt unimportant, or like he had just stumbled across her then it would really ruin the effect he was going for. “Are you enjoying the tournament so far my Lady?” |
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Post by thegwaine on Aug 12, 2012 19:14:15 GMT -5
Gwaine was certainly glad to be out of his armour. It was one of Camelot’s better days today, and perhaps most would see it as a good thing, good weather to celebrate the engagement and suchlike, but for Gwaine it was just annoying. He used to crave good weather when he was a nomad, as good weather meant he had somewhere dry to sleep in the forest, and everyone’s moods were usually lighter, and somehow an ale always tasted better at the end of a long summers day rather than a winters one. That was getting off the point anyway, Gwaine was now itching for an ale now that the thought had entered his head. However, he wasn’t allowed to leave the arena to drink himself under the table as he had another match later on, but quite a few bouts later on, so he had quite a bit of time to fill.
The young woman was clearly going to take him up on his offer, then again, Gwaine wasn’t really used to being rejected, so of course she was going to accept his offer, and he could start working his own particular brand of charm upon the young lady in question. She was of course very beautiful, and he couldn’t imagine why he hadn’t noticed her before. No doubt there was some reason, but he couldn’t recall it, therefore it wasn’t important. Gwaine continued to just grin at the young brunette, this was going well so far, he could tell that much from the colour her cheeks had gone.
He chuckled at her retort, it was quite quick for a noblewoman, and he was suitably impressed. Of course he’d heard better, but he had also heard much worse. “Perhaps my Lady,” He took her hand, and placed a small kiss upon it, hoping that the bold move wouldn’t put her off too much. Some women were content to keep physical contact out of courting for a time, but others revelled in it, and he hoped that the lady in front of him belonged to the latter group. “I would be most honoured if you would allow me to keep you company.” He inclined his head a little towards her, “Allow me to introduce myself, I’m Sir Gwaine. What may I call you my Lady? But then, what name could do justice to such beauty?” He grinned a little, sometimes he was just too good, but he was enjoying the faint rose colour at her cheeks. |
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Post by thegwaine on Aug 12, 2012 17:18:41 GMT -5
Jousting was one discipline that Gwaine had learnt to pick up on since becoming a knight. Given he had a year and a half of practice now under his belt, he was now at least not a complete pushover where his fellow knights were concerned. At least heâd known how to control the horse, heâd just had to learn how to hold the lance and direct his shots. For months he had just stuck to the sword fighting competitions, but all the knights had to learn how to joust and showcase their talents in public events, so here he was, showing off. Or more he would if Sir Owaine wasnât his next opponent. Gwaine put down the visor of his helm and spurred his horse into position, and lined up his opponent. Oswaine had done the same, and there was now an odd sort of hush around the crowd, waiting for the first horse to make a move.
Levelling his lance, Gwaine pulled his horse into a quick gallop; making the first move was always his speciality after all. Gwaine kept his eyes firmly on Oswaine, and lowered his lance at the right point in over to hopefully knock his opponent off his horse. He didnât close his eyes as the lance struck Oswaine, but he wasnât knocked from his horse; Gwaine narrowly missed being hit himself. He had won the point at least, and that was all that mattered for the time being. Gwaine rode off to the side, discarding his now useless lance, and began to take off his armour; he wouldnât be expected to joust until later anyway, and it was too warm today to walk round in his armour for the rest of the tournament. Gwaine ran his hands through his hair, and grinned as he looked over his shoulder to see Leon lining up for his joust.
The tournament today was to celebrate the engagement of King Arthur to Guinevère. Gwaine was happy enough to see that there was finally a ring on Gwenâs finger, another few months or so and Gwaine might have had to nudge Arthur in the right direction. Not that he would assume upon their friendship at all, but he could jest, and tell him to get a move on. Gwaine took a look at the crowd, and straight away a woman with her head on a bar took his attentions. Gwaine took his knightly duties very seriously, one of them was to look after the citizens of Camelot. Therefore it was his duty to brighten up this young ladies day. Walking up to her with unmistakable confidence, Gwaine sat beside her, âForgive me for intruding my Lady, I couldnât help but notice you looked a little lonely.â He grinned, âWould you allow me to change that?â |
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Post by thegwaine on Aug 11, 2012 18:50:22 GMT -5
Gwaine took a bite out of the apple he had recently liberated from a particularly fruitful tree, and grinned at his find. The autumn was nearly upon them, so Gwaine had been able to live mostly off the land. Of course things such as mushrooms and berries sprung up time after time over the course of the year, but this season was defiantly Gwaine’s favourite. He could find enough fruit and sometimes vegetables to see him over the long days and weeks. He took another bite of his apple, and rubbed the back of his hand against his tunic, wondering how far he had actually walked today. He had hoped to at least to come across the next town, but that hadn’t exactly worked. Perhaps he’d passed it by accident, he’d done that before; he’d actually been going round in circles around said town. He grinned a little at the memory, now that had been some time ago. Taking the last bite of his apple, he threw the core to the side, wiping both his hands on his tunic again, and wondering whether he should be thinking about bedding down for the night. Luckily, he wasn’t that hungry, as light was fading quickly, which would make hunting for rabbits or suchlike an impossible task in an hour or so.
Well, this had thrown out his original plans of spending tonight with an ale in his hand and a woman to share it with. Gwaine had even gone as far to hope that he might get a mattress. He had been sleeping rough on the forest floor for years now, but he liked to break the time up with the odd night in a tavern, which was practically five star accommodation, given he was usually sleeping amongst the rats and got knows what else scuttled along that forest floor after dark. The more he thought about it, the more he itched to continued onto the next town to try and bargain and banter for a room. Biting his lip, he decided to continue a little more along the forest path. If night fell he would have no choice but to just sleep in the forest; there was no way he could navigate himself about these woods in the dark.
Knowing he still had an hour or so to go until the sun set, and blackened the path ahead completely from view, Gwaine quickened his pace; the thoughts of ale and women spurring him on somewhat. This wasn’t familiar territory for Gwaine, but then again was it ever? A scream pierced the night air, and Gwaine paused quickly, his reflexes turning to the direction that the scream had come from. It sounded again, and the side of his mouth twitched. There wasn’t a moment where he tried to hold back, and he had quickly set off into a run in the direction that the commotion was happening in. His sword wasn’t yet in his hand, but his fingers were itching towards it.
He slowed as he reached the scene, he wasn’t an expert in these matters by any stretch of the imagination, but he enjoyed playing the underdog- it was more exciting than knowing the outcome was weighted in your favour. The scene didn’t surprise him; a group of men were carrying off what appeared to be a young maiden. Gwaine smirked, knowing now that he wasn’t going to be backing away from this one. “Excuse me gentlemen.” He walked through the trees, his sword extended to the man holding the young woman, “But I must thank you, I’ve been looking for my cousin everywhere, but I must ask you to put her down. You see; she doesn’t suit the rope look.” He tried to catch the woman’s eye to let her know to play along. The bandits were all eyeing him with an air of amusement; Gwaine still had his sword extended, ready for any sudden movements. |
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Post by thegwaine on Aug 8, 2012 17:20:51 GMT -5
Gwaine was finding it hard to pinpoint the last time that he had seen Brynn. He was feeling more and more that he had failed in his role as a friend. He could make excuse after excuse, but he should have made a point of seeing Brynn, especially after the whole incident with the dorocca. Gwaine had been quick to want to forget about all of that, one of his main regrets was that he hadn’t been able to do more at the isle of the blessed. He’d been cast aside like a doll before he had even charged at the woman who had caused all that pain, and suffering. The number of dead had been sickening to even consider, so Gwaine hadn’t even thought about it much. He’d just continued to protect the people who had survived, as he was honour bound to do. Gwaine ran a hand through his hair and smiled down at Brynn, trying to tell himself that he wouldn’t leave it so long before seeing her again after today.
Well, at least he knew that the geese weren’t just out to get him. He was sure if any enemy wanted to invade Camelot, all they really needed were geese. To Gwaine, they were the most vicious and violent beings in Albion, and he had come up against some fierce foes since taking up the job as a knight. He would be turning the other way if some Goose Queen decided to invade Camelot. There were a lot of things that Gwaine didn’t mind facing, and he wouldn’t say he was scared of them, but the geese just had it in for him, and he was sure of that, no matter how much Brynn protested. They would look so much better to him served up at a feast. He suppressed a smile at the thought, as he would never tell Brynn such things, not only would it probably ruin their friendship, she would probably kill him for even thinking to lay a hand on her geese. “Well tell him when that day comes to come and join me, to keep well out of the way of your geese.” He winked at his friend, and gave a short chuckle. He knew of Brynn’s brothers plans and desire to become a knight when he came of age, so he would probably enjoy some time on the ramparts.
The talk of geese, and Gyrth could not really save this conversation though, and Gwaine wasn’t that much of an idiot to not see that. He shifted slightly uncomfortably, he wasn’t in the habit of comforting women. Well, not in a friendly way, obviously he knew how to comfort a woman intimately, but that was something completely different, and Brynn was his friend, and therefore those types of things would never happen. He hoped she wasn’t going to cry, and weep, as then he really wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do. He wasn’t very good with real emotions, he could jest, joke and flirt all day long, but he could very rarely relate on this kind of emotional level. It just wasn’t him. He was going to make an effort for Brynn though, it was the least he could do.
His thoughts quickly went to something along the lines of needing an ale to deal with this particular situation, but it was neither the time nor the place, and he was still supposed to be guarding the kingdom. He glanced out into the distance, seeing nothing had changed, he let his full attention fall on Brynn as she spoke. “You’re not a bore.” He said quickly, and with a reassuring tone, “Why would you think that?” He could focus on making her feel better in that respect, but he was going to have to comment on the other matter as well. Urgh. “Some people....” He paused, thinking of the couples he had seen recently, “You can’t really...” Why was he even doing this? “What Im trying to say is if it wasn’t meant to be, then it won’t happen.” His mother had told him that a long time ago, or had it been his father? His family were one long blur to him, but he could pass that on to Brynn, hoping it would help in some respect. |
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Post by thegwaine on Aug 7, 2012 19:17:17 GMT -5
Were his tastes shallow No, Gwaine would say they were tailored, or unique. Not many had the privilege of travelling around Albion for the sake of it, and trying out the different taverns had given him something to do. Gwent was one of the kingdoms he had visited when he had first set out, so he only had vague memories of the place. There must have been a reason why he hadn’t gone back, Jesu, he’d even been back to Mercia a few times, and that was one of the roughest kingdoms in Albion and beyond. “Perhaps my tastes differ to those which are most common in Gwent.” He reasoned, with a smirk at his lips, perhaps she had too high an opinion of him, and thought he was referring to cuisine, or music. No, he based most of his experiences off ale, and where he was least likely to get beaten up. It sounded strange, because it was, but most places didn’t like strangers; especially drunken ones.
He could hope that there was an innuendo tucked away in her words, but he suspected that wasn’t the case. She was probably too high brow for such vulgar words and thoughts. Gwaine was a lot calmer in those respects than he had once been, but he was still probably worse than the average man. “I shall take you up on that one day, my Lady.” He grinned, though he knew that it would be unlikely for him to stray far from Camelot now that he was a knight unless he had good reason to. Perhaps he could persuade Arthur to let him have a few weeks off. Though given how much time Merlin was given off, Gwaine could already give himself an answer to that question.
Gwaine had been right to suggest the gardens, as the crowds thinned dramatically as they entered them. Perhaps the gardens were still regarded as a place for nobles, and the like, for most people. There were some children running about, and the odd couple here and there, but otherwise it was a welcomed change from the hustle and bustle of the crowds; though he didn’t let go of the ladies hand just yet. It didn’t surprise him that she wanted to hear more of his stories, which was why he had brought the topic up. There was no point in rushing these things though was there? “”Where would you like me to start, my Lady? Geographically, the north or the south?” |
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Post by thegwaine on Aug 5, 2012 16:21:43 GMT -5
Gwaine was sure that he never wanted to be caught up in a crowd like this, ever again. If this was how the people of Camelot expressed their love for their Queen then Gwaine shuddered to think what public shows of affection would be shown in future. Would things be the same when the Queen gave the king an heir? That would be a cause for celebration, of course. It was strange to think that the girl Gwaine had encountered all that time ago in the streets of Camelot was now sitting upon the throne as Queen. It was all a lot to take in when he sat back enough to consider it properly. Of course Gwaine couldn’t imagine anyone else upon the throne next to Arthur, perhaps once he thought Mithian might have occupied the seat, but not anymore.
Her answer was a curious one, but Gwaine recognised when someone was keeping their cards close to their chest. He had done it enough in the past to be able to pick up on it. Her answer was encouraging though, as most women would admit to having a lover, or husband, so perhaps this was his way in. He hoped so at least, as Gwaine was no stranger to having his fun gate-crashed by a jealous lover, “Well observed, my Lady.” He chuckled, he had never had that response before, Isadora was wittier than he had initially given her credit for.
He smirked a little at her words, and shook his head, “Your culture wasn’t up to my particular tastes.” He winked at her, to let her know that she was jesting. It was too crude to say to a lady like this that he had not gone back to Gwent because the ale hadn’t been as good as some of the other kingdoms which he had visited. Culture counted as taverns, sort of. It was the culture of the average man, and that was what Gwaine loved. The fact she was pressing him for more details made him grin a little, Gwaine never tired of recounting his tales to new ears. “As far north to see the perilous lands, and as far south to see deserts which stretch as far as the eye can see. And everything inbetween.” He grinned, sometimes he did miss his life on the road, but he enjoyed his life now for different reasons. This was his home, and it always would be. |
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Post by thegwaine on Jul 30, 2012 15:56:42 GMT -5
Gwaine was now just intent on getting to the gardens as quickly as possible. He had never really had much against crowds, but there was only so much one could take in such an event. He supposed it would be a different matter if he was mentally in the crowd, but as it were he was just passing through, and therefore the mass of people was somewhat of an irritation. He couldn’t blame the people for being so ecstatic, and he admired their loyalty to the King, even in his decision to break so quickly with protocol. Gwaine smiled a little as he watched them all, trying to navigate his way through them, “Not too long now, my Lady.” He assured her as he could see the gardens up ahead. Gwaine had been right in his earlier assumption that the gardens would be quieter; the crowds looked as if they were trailing off a little.
He grinned a little at her comment, excusing him for not bowing to her. Of course he could have bowed, but he would have knocked himself out, or someone in the crowd. It was hardly the impression he was going for really. “I am glad, my Lady.” Gwaine had already sussed that the lady was perhaps not one for outright flattery or flirtation He was still trying to figure her out in a sense, but there was plenty of time for that, “Are you here alone?” he asked softly, as she might prefer to be returned to a relative, or lover later in the day. It was odd to see such a beautiful woman travelling alone, after all.
Gwent, hmm, Gwaine racked his brain a little, and then nodded softly, “Once, a very long time ago my Lady.” He had sampled some of the taverns on the outskirts of Gwent, but he hadn’t really been into the centre. His attentions had quickly been gripped by a more southern outlook. “I have been to many places in my time.” He explained a little as he continued to lead the lady towards the gardens and through crowds. |
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Post by thegwaine on Jul 30, 2012 15:01:39 GMT -5
Gwaine was starting to be glad that he had lost the bet with the knight earlier in the day. Though it had meant an afternoon of incredible boredom, he supposed he might not have run into Brynn if he had not been here. Gwaine didn’t feel like the best of friends right now, as he realised just how long it had been since he had last seen her. The days quickly slipped past Gwaine into weeks, and he knew he should be making more time and effort for Brynn, and his other friends like her, but they had their lives, and he had his; they just occasionally crossed. Really, he needed to find Griff at some point as well, the last he had seen of the man he had told him that his wife was pregnant. Gwaine had to offer some comfort to his friend, probably in the form of an ale, or several. He doubted he would have time to see him once his baby was born. Gwaine didn’t know much about children, but they looked like hard work.
That wasn’t really going to help this conversation with Brynn though. He knew he had to savour and enjoy this time with her; Lord knows when their paths would cross again. Though Camelot was quite a small place, he often found that he didn’t have as much time to visit people as he would like. Then again, such was the life of a knight, they didn’t know when they would be called upon to protect their kingdom. He wouldn’t change his life for anything though, he enjoyed everything as it was now, and he wanted to continue in this profession for as long as he could.
As Brynn spoke, Gwaine was reminded of one of the reasons why he didn’t seek her out as much as she should. He was never one for those geese of hers; he was convinced that the animals didn’t like him, and so he didn’t pay them much attention. Gwaine was about to make a joke about the geese, something along the lines of having one for his dinner, but he stopped himself quickly as he knew how touchy Brynn could be about her geese, “I think me and your geese have a very love hate relationship. I’m still convinced they don’t like me.” He said, shifting his weight from one side to the other.
He felt a little concerned as he saw Brynn’s face drop. She was usually quite happy, and a cheerful character. He didn’t have to press her to see what was wrong, as she volunteered the information herself. Out of everything that Gwaine was expecting Brynn to say, it was certain to say he hadn’t been expecting that. He wasn’t quite sure what to say, he was better at being told good news, than bad news. “What happened?” He asked after a few moments in silence, “I’m so sorry Brynn.” He was really no good with this kind of thing, but he would try nonetheless. |
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Post by thegwaine on Jul 29, 2012 15:14:15 GMT -5
Gwaine wondered just how many people were actually here. The coronation certainly had been something of a spectacle, but it was surprising to see so many people joining the Pendragon’s celebrations. He doubted that this would have happened in Uther’s day. He had never really hit it off with the old King, though he had toned down his attitude of the man around Arthur. Gwaine nodded to the young woman he was now helping through the crowds. Most of this day had been spent looking after the nobles more than anything, as they weren’t used to mixing with a more common crowd. It didn’t bother Gwaine, but that was because he had spent most of his life on the road, and he hadn’t been able to be picky about the company he had been keeping at all. That wasn’t to say this woman was as intolerant as some, but she had caught his attentions, so he felt honour bound to help. The fact she had a beautiful face had absolutely nothing to do with it.
The gardens it was then, “As you wish my Lady.” There would probably still be people milling around in the gardens, but it was quieter than out here in the court yard. It had been a warm day anyway, but the amount of people here made it almost stifling, especially given the fact he was in his chain mail. He would be glad of a little more room to breathe as much as the woman, he guessed. Jesu, there really was no room here. As he tried to weave through the crowd, helping his guest along, it took all his concentration to avoid knocking anyone over, or banging into the children who were running round their feet.
He felt quite embarrassed in a way that he hadn’t thought to introduce himself right away. No doubt if Iwan ever found out about that he would give him a lesson, or twenty, on etiquette, and to that he would add how to treat women with respect. Gwaine didn’t much care for the man’s attitudes at the best of times, and he was glad he wasn’t here to witness that anyway. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Lady Isadora.” He inclined his head as a means of respect, “I would bow, but I hardly have the room to walk, let alone give attention to a proper introduction.” He gave a soft chuckle, hoping the woman saw the more humorous side of that. You could never quite tell with noblewomen, it could go one way or the other. It seemed that she hadn’t taken his flirtations in the best sense; it wasn’t something that Gwaine was new to. Noblewomen often disregarded his flirtations. He had no intention to irritate Isadora, given the circumstances of their meeting, but he would not stop being his jovial self for anyone. “Only starting?” He asked with a grin, “Where are you from my Lady? I do not recognise your accent.” |
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Post by thegwaine on Jul 29, 2012 14:53:14 GMT -5
Gwaine had to admit, he had missed Brynn’s company somewhat over the last few weeks. Though he did enjoy the company of his fellow knights, and his friends in the tavern, Gwaine enjoyed his conversations with Brynn. She had a habit of bringing him back down to earth somewhat. He might be a knight of Camelot, and be relied upon day upon day to protect the kingdom and all its peoples, but she had a habit of showing him that he was just like everyone else in a way. He needed that, now more than ever. In a way, Gwaine had always felt like he was different, to everyone else, even when he had been a nomad he had felt a tad bit arrogant about his position. He had never been restrained by rules, or kings or anything. Now though, he just felt like he belonged, and it was because of people like Brynn that had caused him to retain that mentality.
He smiled at her as she approached him though she seemed a million miles away with her thoughts. Gwaine wasn’t quite sure what to make of her expression in a way. He’d never been much good with giving advice, well, he knew he was good, but others didn’t often agree. Most just took his words at face value and didn’t actually apply his logic to anything. Really, that was probably the right thing to do. Griff still came to him for advice, but he had no idea why. After all he had told him to leave his fiancée and just forget about her. Now he was a married man with a baby on the way. That should have told him that his advice wasn’t to be followed. Well, that depended what kind of life Griff had wanted. If he had wanted to be a bachelor all his life then he should have listened to him.
Gwaine stepped towards Brynn as she approached him, and gave a soft chuckle at her words. She never made things easy for him. Then again, he didn’t charm her to get anything out of it, if anything he was winding her up as a brother would do to a sister. He would never try anything else on with her, mainly as he knew she wouldn’t appreciate it, but also because he knew she had another man on her arm, and he respected her too much to lead her into temptation. Not that Brynn would allow herself to be led of course. “You’re a bad liar Brynn.” He had a twinkle in his eye, “We both know you can’t deny your affections for me.” He allowed himself a soft chuckle, but waved it off, “It’s nice to see you as well, how have you been?” |
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Post by thegwaine on Jul 27, 2012 17:12:58 GMT -5
Guard duty, was as ever, an incredibly dull part of Gwaine’s day. He had many things which he would prefer to be doing right now, but instead he was here, watching at one of the walls of the castle for any sign of trouble, or anything out of the ordinary. He wasn’t even supposed to be here, but he had lost a bet with one of the other knights, and the forfeit was the mans knight duty. He would be getting Sir Oswin back at a later date. It turned out that Gwaine wasn’t quite as good at archery as he made out. If it had been sword fighting then Gwaine would have wiped the floor with him no problem. However, his archery was a little rusty and now he was out here by himself, watching the world go by.
It was all too slow for Gwaine’s liking. He couldn’t wish for it all to get more interesting either, because then he would be putting everyone else in danger, so he was doomed to just stand here and do nothing for the rest of the afternoon. He could have spent it in the tavern with the latest additions to the staff, but no, he had to open his big mouth an endure this occupation instead. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to do the guard duty specifically, he just hated the fact he was doing someone else’s, but fair was fair, and he had lost the bet. Next time he would make sure it was something that he could defiantly win.
He stifled a yawn as he looked out at the kingdom. At least he had a good view of everything from up here. That was the one thing he could take out of his antics. You couldn’t really beat the views in Camelot, that had been one of his first memories of Camelot, when he’d woken up in Merlin’s chambers all those years ago. That seemed like he was looking back at another man, and he supposed he was. He’d never thought that he would wind up a knight after that little episode. Looking up, Gwaine furrowed his brow as he saw Brynn approaching him. He hadn’t seen his friend for some time, and that was mostly his fault; he had been busy with one thing and another and everything had just gotten on top of him. “Brynn? Don’t tell me, you needed to behold my face again to ensue you hadn’t been dreaming during our last few encounters?” Tagged: Brynn Reade
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Post by thegwaine on Jul 27, 2012 14:46:31 GMT -5
Gwaine couldn’t help but feel like they were too exposed out here. He suspected that this lady really did mean him no harm, but that didn’t mean that they weren’t causing each other harm by standing here speaking like familiar friends. There were still those in the forest who meant them harm, and the main voice in Gwaine’s head was reminding him of that fact. He sighed to himself and looked around them. He couldn’t hear anyone approaching him, but that didn’t mean that no one was there. He wondered if they should find somewhere to hide out, and travel by night rather than day. He had been doing that so far, but it hadn’t really got him anywhere; he felt as if he had been going round in circles for days.
No, they needed to start moving, no matter what the danger was. Perhaps in a group they would have more chance of defence and getting out of here alive. He just had to consider their options, it had to be said, he was sick of running and hiding. He just wanted to get out of here, and stumble into the nearest tavern as quickly as possible. He’d head north as soon as he could; even Mercia was preferred to this hellhole. The fact the woman didn’t volunteer the place where she was from was a secrecy that Gwaine respected. If she had wanted to tell him specifically where she was from then she would have said that, rather than a long winded explanation. Gwaine just nodded at her, “I’m from further north than here.” He said with a shrug, he hadn’t even meant to come this far south again. Why did this place even exist? “Are you heading northwards as well?” There was no point in them navigating the woods together if they were heading in different directions was there?
He managed a small chuckle at her words, at least she hadn’t lost her humour from such conditions yet. He hadn’t lost his sense of humour either of course, but he was more jovial about situations like this than most people would be. He had been on his own for too long to let such things depress him completely. “It’s only short of a tavern.” Gwaine commented with another short chuckle as he began to walk forwards away from the woman to have a short look around, “What is your name, my Lady?” He finally thought to ask. A name meant nothing really in such conditions, but he was sick of referring to his new companion as ‘the woman’. He grinned slightly as she agreed to join him to get out of the forest. He put his sword back in its hilt to show that he did trust her, for the time being anyway. Gwaine would still remain cautious, but he was confident now that she did not mean him harm; he had given her plenty of time to strike if she had meant to kill him. “Onwards then?” He said, probably a little too brightly. |
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Post by thegwaine on Jul 25, 2012 14:23:35 GMT -5
Gwaine had half been expecting the noblewoman to turn him down straight away. After all, the day was quite hot, and women were in a bad mood at the best of times, but the mood could hardly have been lifted by her being trapped in a crowd. However, she seemed in good spirits, and Gwaine was hoping to elevate that, rather than undercut it. He used the hand which he had offered to the woman to lead her from the crowds gently, or at least begin to. They would have to go a long way to completely escape these crowds. Gwaine wasn’t surprised to learn that she wasn’t used to crowds; even Gwaine couldn’t say that he was used to crowds of this strength and variety. Usually only the high nobility celebrated such events, but this time there had been an open invitation, and most of Camelot looked to be here. It was more than a little overwhelming. “The crowds are a little thick today, my Lady.” He commended with a light chuckle, “I think the whole of Camelot decided to come.” Again, he let a small laugh pass his lips, helping to guide her through the crowds.
No one was being particularly loud or disruptive of course, everyone was euphoric and celebratory. There were children dancing round their feet, woman plaiting each others hair, and men joining in drunken songs together. It all felt too poetic for Gwaine’s liking, but it was Gwen’s day, so who was he to take anything away from it? “We could go to the gardens, if you wish my Lady? The crowds are thinner around that side of the castle.” He was being too subtle, even for his own liking. However he was a knight of Camelot before his own pleasures and fun, and he had a duty he supposed to make sure this fair maiden was rescued from the crowd. That was how he was justifying it to himself anyway.
As he began to lead the lady away, he realised he had made a fatal error in this dance of courtesy. “Forgive me my Lady, I should have introduced myself. I am Sir Gwaine.” His knighthood was something Gwaine had always worn with pride, and nothing would ever change that, “What may I call you? Though I am unsure what name could do justice to such beauty.” It wasn’t his best line, and showed how rusty he was. That was irritating, but it had been said now and he was just going to go with it and see where it left him. |
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Post by thegwaine on Jul 25, 2012 13:43:35 GMT -5
 Gwaine had never been this far south before. Well, when he’d left home, deciding to spend his life as a nomad, he’d never really imagined he would get this far, no matter what direction his feet took him in. It had been days since he had eaten a proper meal, and he wasn’t even sure why he had pressed on so furiously; he supposed his curiosity had gotten the better of him once and for all. Jesu, it was so warm. Gwaine had never been in weather that was so warm before, he could feel the sweat running off his face and gathering on his shirt. He was carrying most of his things in his arms and on his back, as it was too heavy to wear anything but his thin shirt, trousers and shoes. Even that felt like too much. The sun was burning down on his skin, on reflection this hadn’t been his best idea, and he should probably turn back, and head back to a kingdom he knew better. However, this was a new land, and Gwaine’s curiosity often did get the better of him. He wanted to see what there was out here for him to see. After all, there was no reason for him to go rushing back to Caerleon, or Lot’s kingdom, or even Mercia. He wasn’t wanted anywhere anymore, and for a young man that was a hard concept to grasp, but one he was learning to live with all the same.
More and more he was starting to shrug his situation off, and make the best of a bad situation. It was starting to become his way. Gwaine had begun to find happiness in the more simple things in life, from the sun, to the feel of a woman’s lips against his after weeks of wandering. It was a simpler way of living, given how normal his life had been with his family back in Caerleon. He liked it though, he preferred it like this, because he had seen things that no one else could have hoped to see if they had just lived the normal noble lifestyle.
His thoughts had helped take Gwaine’s mind off the seeing heat a little, but only a little. There wasn’t really any escaping the seeing heat. He wondered how people lived like this. There was too little rain, and too much sun for his liking. However, he bet that a nice tankard of ale would be sweeter here and now rather than in the depths of winter back home. Up ahead, Gwaine could see a small party up ahead, it looked as if they were having a picnic. Though there was a lot of grandeur, it appeared there was only one woman who the majority of attention was focussed on. Gwane assumed she was someone important, but he had never been one to care much about status. “Is this a beautiful woman before me?” He asked, cocking an easy grin, “Or has the heat finally got to me?”
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