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amari_zNo, I'm still not done with these. Yes, I’m quite slow. A couple more to go.
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darklyscarlett asked: How does ResGaheris really feel about ResGalahad these days, and about sharing Big Love Gawain with him?
The thing is, despite knowing it’s true that Galahad had lived for many years after Gaheris himself had died, Gaheris does not get it. Gaheris has tried to view Galahad through impartial eyes, has tried to be fair, but it is no use. No matter how long he lived, or what he later experienced, Galahad is exactly the same brat that Gaheris remembers. And despite Gawain’s assurances, he cannot begin to imagine Galahad as old enough to have had grey hairs (but it has been amusing to taunt the vain little bugger about that).
Galahad was not quite the youngest of the conscripts, but he had certainly always acted like it. Gaheris does not remember precisely how Galahad came attach himself to Gaheris and Gawain—or, really, to Gawain, but that, even then, had meant Gaheris as well—and he cannot really remember a time when Galahad was not tagging along at their heels, yapping like an obnoxious puppy. Gaheris had put up with it because Gawain had wanted him to.
Nor does he remember ever agreeing to be Galahad’s keeper and nursemaid, but, before he knew it, it was: “Gaheris, Galahad is going to get himself killed if he doesn’t learn to guard his left side”; “Gaheris, the boy is on the barracks floor drowning in his own puke”; “Gaheris, that brat of yours is about to get his skull smashed in by that Roman officer he just insulted”; and “Gaheris, Galahad lost his boots gambling, do something—he’s trying to go patrolling in his socks.”
But Gaheris does remember when he woke in this time. He remembers his first reaction to Galahad’s smug pronouncement that Gawain was his now. He had laughed. Of course, after he had finished laughing, he had punched the little bastard in the face.
At first, Gaheris had actually tried to treat Galahad as an adult, as nothing more than a vague acquaintance. He had been angry and confused enough to want nothing to do with Galahad anyway. But about four days after they had settled into the house, and four days into gritting his teeth at Galahad‘s ever accelerating escapades, he had found himself roaring at Galahad to stop chasing Tor through the halls with a bucket of grape juice* and to go and clean up the shambles they had made of half the house while playing keep the telly remote away from Percival. Right now. It had felt so normal—and Galahad’s reaction of screaming back followed by sullen compliance had felt so ordinary—that he had barely realized what he was doing, until he saw Gawain watching them with an odd glint in his eyes. He had been wondering what exactly that signified and how nervous he should be about it, when he got distracted by Tor trying to slink away. With the bucket.
Now, Gaheris has pretty much stopped trying to get his head around it. That way might be madness. Or at least some severe mental scaring. Galahad is still Galahad. It is not like either one of them has changed. So things are pretty much the same as always. With one large difference.
And when he finds himself getting worked up about it, he just reminds himself that, no matter what, Gawain always eventually gets what he wants, anyway.
*Why grape juice involves a mistaken purchase of many gallons of the liquid because someone didn’t realize there was a difference between grape juice and wine (and it was so much cheaper!). After realizing that it wasn’t fermented, there really was nothing to do with it. Except throw it at each other. Of course, this was before the day that Galahad finally did manage to drench Tor in the stuff while Gaheris’s back was turned, and Tor actually got a taste. After that, they had no problems getting rid of it. Although a few gallons did still end up decorating some knights and some walls and a good portion of some floors because Percival, seeing Tor guzzling the stuff down, wanted some too.
Why a bucket is a whole other story.
darklyscarlett asked: How does ResGaheris really feel about ResGalahad these days, and about sharing The thing is, despite knowing it’s true that Galahad had lived for many years after Gaheris himself had died, Gaheris does not get it. Gaheris has tried to view Galahad through impartial eyes, has tried to be fair, but it is no use. No matter how long he lived, or what he later experienced, Galahad is exactly the same brat that Gaheris remembers. And despite Gawain’s assurances, he cannot begin to imagine Galahad as old enough to have had grey hairs (but it has been amusing to taunt the vain little bugger about that).
Galahad was not quite the youngest of the conscripts, but he had certainly always acted like it. Gaheris does not remember precisely how Galahad came attach himself to Gaheris and Gawain—or, really, to Gawain, but that, even then, had meant Gaheris as well—and he cannot really remember a time when Galahad was not tagging along at their heels, yapping like an obnoxious puppy. Gaheris had put up with it because Gawain had wanted him to.
Nor does he remember ever agreeing to be Galahad’s keeper and nursemaid, but, before he knew it, it was: “Gaheris, Galahad is going to get himself killed if he doesn’t learn to guard his left side”; “Gaheris, the boy is on the barracks floor drowning in his own puke”; “Gaheris, that brat of yours is about to get his skull smashed in by that Roman officer he just insulted”; and “Gaheris, Galahad lost his boots gambling, do something—he’s trying to go patrolling in his socks.”
But Gaheris does remember when he woke in this time. He remembers his first reaction to Galahad’s smug pronouncement that Gawain was his now. He had laughed. Of course, after he had finished laughing, he had punched the little bastard in the face.
At first, Gaheris had actually tried to treat Galahad as an adult, as nothing more than a vague acquaintance. He had been angry and confused enough to want nothing to do with Galahad anyway. But about four days after they had settled into the house, and four days into gritting his teeth at Galahad‘s ever accelerating escapades, he had found himself roaring at Galahad to stop chasing Tor through the halls with a bucket of grape juice* and to go and clean up the shambles they had made of half the house while playing keep the telly remote away from Percival. Right now. It had felt so normal—and Galahad’s reaction of screaming back followed by sullen compliance had felt so ordinary—that he had barely realized what he was doing, until he saw Gawain watching them with an odd glint in his eyes. He had been wondering what exactly that signified and how nervous he should be about it, when he got distracted by Tor trying to slink away. With the bucket.
Now, Gaheris has pretty much stopped trying to get his head around it. That way might be madness. Or at least some severe mental scaring. Galahad is still Galahad. It is not like either one of them has changed. So things are pretty much the same as always. With one large difference.
And when he finds himself getting worked up about it, he just reminds himself that, no matter what, Gawain always eventually gets what he wants, anyway.
*Why grape juice involves a mistaken purchase of many gallons of the liquid because someone didn’t realize there was a difference between grape juice and wine (and it was so much cheaper!). After realizing that it wasn’t fermented, there really was nothing to do with it. Except throw it at each other. Of course, this was before the day that Galahad finally did manage to drench Tor in the stuff while Gaheris’s back was turned, and Tor actually got a taste. After that, they had no problems getting rid of it. Although a few gallons did still end up decorating some knights and some walls and a good portion of some floors because Percival, seeing Tor guzzling the stuff down, wanted some too.
Why a bucket is a whole other story.
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Date: 2007-06-25 04:48 pm (UTC):-) xx
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Date: 2007-06-25 09:24 pm (UTC)Arthur: *scratches head* But...a bucket?
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Date: 2007-06-25 09:30 pm (UTC)...until he saw Gawain watching them with an odd glint in his eyes.
Gawain is such a devious, kinky bastard. ;p
And when he finds himself getting worked up about it, he just reminds himself that, no matter what, Gawain always eventually gets what he wants, anyway.
Okay, here's a follow-up question:
What exactly did Gawain say to both Gaheris and Galahad to broach the subject of, er, becoming a family? How did they react initially, and how did
Big LoveGawain finally get his way.Thanks for the Apple Store tip. I think I'm taking a bit of a much-needed internet break, and get caught up on reading and cleaning. I'm hitting either the Genius Bar on 5th at night, or TekServe on Thursday. I'm just too busy: Gunter Grass tomorrow, so that's a very long day-to-night, and then it's all Harry Potter stuff. Really, I couldn't be arsed to hurry up getting the laptop looked at, which makes me glad to know that I still have a life.
I'm still good for Friday, BTW. Keep me updated!
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Date: 2007-06-26 12:58 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2007-06-27 01:17 am (UTC)Great story and thank you for sharing :))
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