Gold Underneath
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Title: Gold Underneath
Rating: G
Pairing/s: Gwen/Lancelot
Character/s: Gwen, Lancelot, Gwaine, Percival
Summary: Lancelot returns with a gift for Gwen, which he then didn't intend to give her.
Word Count: 1,000
Prompt: #18 Gold
Gold Underneath
All three of them carried injuries upon their return to Camelot. Gwen watched from one of the windows, clutching a small armful of sheets. They all dismounted their horses with some signs of discomfort, she noticed Lancelot clutching at his shoulder. Percival grabbed Gwaine by his collar to stop him wandering off in the direction of The Rising Sun. The three knights headed to Gaius’ rooms and Gwen hurried to finish her task.
It didn’t take her long and she went to Gaius straight away. Upon opening the door, she looked around. Percival slowly flexed one arm as Gaius carefully examined the movement, Gwaine sat shirtless and somewhat sulky on a chair as Merlin cleaned a small wound on his back.
“Where’s Lancelot?” Gwen asked as she looked around. There wasn’t any sign of him in the room at all.
Gwaine shrugged. “Said his injuries weren’t too bad.”
“Think he went back to his room,” Percival said.
“Right.” Gwen gathered a bowl of water, a cloth and a small armful of bandages which Gaius could spare.
Lancelot kept a few supplies of his own for treating injuries, which he used if he didn’t judge his condition serious enough to bother Gaius with and so that his comrades could receive any treatment they might need first. As she marched to Lancelot’s room, Gwen had half a mind to tell him that it was okay to accept the help, he didn’t have to be self-sacrificing to such ridiculous levels all the time.
The words died on her tongue as she knocked and entered. Lancelot looked up at her, eyes widened almost like a child caught out. He had removed his chainmail, gambeson and boots (placing them neatly on the bed, Gwen noticed) and tended to an injury on his shoulder. A dark bruise and swollen cuts covered almost every part of his skin from the base of his neck to the top of his arm.
“What happened?” she asked, clutching the edges of the bowl tightly as she took in the sight of his wound. Lancelot hesitated for a moment, then dropped his arm for Gwen to take over seeing to the injury and treat it where he couldn’t reach.
“There was a mercenary army in a part of the valley we had to pass,” Lancelot told her.
“You couldn’t go around them?” Gwen frowned lightly. She pressed the damp cloth lightly against where the bruising was at its darkest, only for Lancelot to flinch and then look apologetic.
“I was trying to plan how we might do that. But none of us really knew the area all that well.” Then Lancelot’s voice took on a tone of light exasperation as he went on, “I suppose Gwaine just got too restless. He seems to hold a strategy based vastly upon actions before thoughts. And he’s holding a bit of influence over Percival these days.”
“So you went after him,” Gwen smiled, despite herself.
“He didn’t really allow for any other option.” Lancelot sounded tired, but only for it having been a long journey and an unexpected battle. He sat still as Gwen cleaned and bandaged his injuries. While she worked, Lancelot asked her how things in Camelot had been during their absence. He asked about Arthur and Gwen reassured him, told him that choices were made. Not easy ones, but perhaps they weren’t meant to be such.
She bandaged Lancelot’s shoulder, warned him to stay off training for a few days to let it heal and then began to gather the spare bandages from where she had discarded them on the bed. As she did, she accidentally took hold of Lancelot’s gambeson. But before she could drop it back down, Gwen found herself gazing at what had been hidden underneath. It was a necklace. A small gold rose with a thin chain. Or at least it had been. The pendant was badly scuffed and the chain was broken.
“What’s this?” she asked, turning to Lancelot only to find him once more looking guilty and a little bit sorry. Gwen realised that he hadn’t intended for her to find it.
But Lancelot hated lying, especially to Gwen. So he told her; “we passed through a market town, I got that from one of the traders. But it dropped from my pouch during the fight with the mercenaries.”
Gwen gently picked up the damaged jewellery and noticed the small leather pouch lying empty on the bed.
“You spent all your money on this!” she turned to him again.
“I thought you might like it.”
That stunned Gwen and she felt a flicker to her heart as she looked down once more at the damaged necklace. Lancelot had given her gifts before. Flowers, mostly, and sometimes more practical things. If she mentioned that she needed more thread or coal without really thinking about it, Lancelot would remember and get it for her.
Often Gwen admired the jewellery worn by the ladies of the court, but had long ago given up on owning any herself. People of her status just didn’t and she had never once mentioned it. She told herself it was silly to even think of it.
Then, without being told or asked or having any idea, Lancelot brought that gold necklace for her. And he seemed quite miserable that it had been ruined.
“Can I still have it?” she asked. “There’s bound to be some way of cleaning it up at the forge. And I could find another chain.”
“You shouldn’t have to,” Lancelot frowned lightly, looking troubled. “I’m the one who got it damaged.”
“You didn’t mean to,” Gwen reasoned, closing her fingers carefully around the damaged necklace.
She left the pieces of bandage on the bed and dropped to her knees at Lancelot’s side. He still looked doubtful, so Gwen reached up with one hand and stroked her fingers through his hair.
“Thank you.”
She kissed him gently, because sometimes that was the only way to stop him trying to argue.
springinstepTitle: Gold Underneath
Rating: G
Pairing/s: Gwen/Lancelot
Character/s: Gwen, Lancelot, Gwaine, Percival
Summary: Lancelot returns with a gift for Gwen, which he then didn't intend to give her.
Word Count: 1,000
Prompt: #18 Gold
Gold Underneath
All three of them carried injuries upon their return to Camelot. Gwen watched from one of the windows, clutching a small armful of sheets. They all dismounted their horses with some signs of discomfort, she noticed Lancelot clutching at his shoulder. Percival grabbed Gwaine by his collar to stop him wandering off in the direction of The Rising Sun. The three knights headed to Gaius’ rooms and Gwen hurried to finish her task.
It didn’t take her long and she went to Gaius straight away. Upon opening the door, she looked around. Percival slowly flexed one arm as Gaius carefully examined the movement, Gwaine sat shirtless and somewhat sulky on a chair as Merlin cleaned a small wound on his back.
“Where’s Lancelot?” Gwen asked as she looked around. There wasn’t any sign of him in the room at all.
Gwaine shrugged. “Said his injuries weren’t too bad.”
“Think he went back to his room,” Percival said.
“Right.” Gwen gathered a bowl of water, a cloth and a small armful of bandages which Gaius could spare.
Lancelot kept a few supplies of his own for treating injuries, which he used if he didn’t judge his condition serious enough to bother Gaius with and so that his comrades could receive any treatment they might need first. As she marched to Lancelot’s room, Gwen had half a mind to tell him that it was okay to accept the help, he didn’t have to be self-sacrificing to such ridiculous levels all the time.
The words died on her tongue as she knocked and entered. Lancelot looked up at her, eyes widened almost like a child caught out. He had removed his chainmail, gambeson and boots (placing them neatly on the bed, Gwen noticed) and tended to an injury on his shoulder. A dark bruise and swollen cuts covered almost every part of his skin from the base of his neck to the top of his arm.
“What happened?” she asked, clutching the edges of the bowl tightly as she took in the sight of his wound. Lancelot hesitated for a moment, then dropped his arm for Gwen to take over seeing to the injury and treat it where he couldn’t reach.
“There was a mercenary army in a part of the valley we had to pass,” Lancelot told her.
“You couldn’t go around them?” Gwen frowned lightly. She pressed the damp cloth lightly against where the bruising was at its darkest, only for Lancelot to flinch and then look apologetic.
“I was trying to plan how we might do that. But none of us really knew the area all that well.” Then Lancelot’s voice took on a tone of light exasperation as he went on, “I suppose Gwaine just got too restless. He seems to hold a strategy based vastly upon actions before thoughts. And he’s holding a bit of influence over Percival these days.”
“So you went after him,” Gwen smiled, despite herself.
“He didn’t really allow for any other option.” Lancelot sounded tired, but only for it having been a long journey and an unexpected battle. He sat still as Gwen cleaned and bandaged his injuries. While she worked, Lancelot asked her how things in Camelot had been during their absence. He asked about Arthur and Gwen reassured him, told him that choices were made. Not easy ones, but perhaps they weren’t meant to be such.
She bandaged Lancelot’s shoulder, warned him to stay off training for a few days to let it heal and then began to gather the spare bandages from where she had discarded them on the bed. As she did, she accidentally took hold of Lancelot’s gambeson. But before she could drop it back down, Gwen found herself gazing at what had been hidden underneath. It was a necklace. A small gold rose with a thin chain. Or at least it had been. The pendant was badly scuffed and the chain was broken.
“What’s this?” she asked, turning to Lancelot only to find him once more looking guilty and a little bit sorry. Gwen realised that he hadn’t intended for her to find it.
But Lancelot hated lying, especially to Gwen. So he told her; “we passed through a market town, I got that from one of the traders. But it dropped from my pouch during the fight with the mercenaries.”
Gwen gently picked up the damaged jewellery and noticed the small leather pouch lying empty on the bed.
“You spent all your money on this!” she turned to him again.
“I thought you might like it.”
That stunned Gwen and she felt a flicker to her heart as she looked down once more at the damaged necklace. Lancelot had given her gifts before. Flowers, mostly, and sometimes more practical things. If she mentioned that she needed more thread or coal without really thinking about it, Lancelot would remember and get it for her.
Often Gwen admired the jewellery worn by the ladies of the court, but had long ago given up on owning any herself. People of her status just didn’t and she had never once mentioned it. She told herself it was silly to even think of it.
Then, without being told or asked or having any idea, Lancelot brought that gold necklace for her. And he seemed quite miserable that it had been ruined.
“Can I still have it?” she asked. “There’s bound to be some way of cleaning it up at the forge. And I could find another chain.”
“You shouldn’t have to,” Lancelot frowned lightly, looking troubled. “I’m the one who got it damaged.”
“You didn’t mean to,” Gwen reasoned, closing her fingers carefully around the damaged necklace.
She left the pieces of bandage on the bed and dropped to her knees at Lancelot’s side. He still looked doubtful, so Gwen reached up with one hand and stroked her fingers through his hair.
“Thank you.”
She kissed him gently, because sometimes that was the only way to stop him trying to argue.
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Date: 2012-08-06 03:15 pm (UTC)