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Slow Waltz (Gwaine/Lancelot)
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Title: Slow Waltz
Rating: G
Pairing/s: Gwaine/Lancelot (more pre-slash)
Summary: Gwaine is okay at dancing but he's even better at drinking. Which suits Lancelot because he's not great at dancing.
Word Count: 411
Prompt: 116 Balter
Author's Notes: Oops, was going to doodle this but no time (costuming!), so quick drabble version of what it was going to be
"You're in no state to dance."
For better or for worse, Lancelot isn't certain. Gwaine can dance as the court would expect a knight to, but doesn't have the patience to keep it up for too long. So it bodes well for him in that respect that he is in high demand as a dance partner, able to flit from woman to woman as soon as he begins to wear.
Between a lot of dancing, Gwaine is able to fit in a lot of drinking. So Lancelot takes it upon himself to watch over Gwaine's intoxication and spot him just at that moment before he begins to make a fool of himself in front of the court and embarrass to Arthur. In a way, for which he also feels a certain amount of shame, Lancelot is somewhat grateful for when he spots those moments. He has a very basic dancing skill but only recently acquired. His lifestyle beforehand hadn't given any opportunity to practice that particular part of knighthood. So as soon as Gwaine appears to be on the cusp of causing a scene, the Lady Enide is diverted towards Leon and Lancelot discreetly takes Gwaine out through one of the servant doors.
"Sure I can."
"You are not."
And Lancelot tries to be stern, going into annoyed perhaps. Because Arthur will notice them gone and it is an embarrassment, especially considering those who still oppose there being men of common blood now amongst the Knights of Camelot. But Gwaine is all lop-sided grins and closed eyes as he stumbles along and Lancelot doesn't have the heart to have any dislike of Gwaine for his foils.
"I can," Gwaine insists, though he seems to already be falling asleep, even while Lancelot tries to keep him upright and guide him through the hallways to his quarters. One arm slides across Lancelot's back and Gwaine rests his head on his shoulder. Lancelot's attention goes to the floor, watching that their feet don't tangle and so he almost misses Gwaine's free hand make a blind grab for his. He misses but catches Lancelot's elbow.
"I can still dance," Gwaine says, his voice now a thick murmur and it's only through his lips being so near Lancelot's ear that he can pick out the words at all. "I am now."
"Sure you are." Lancelot smiles despite himself and finds he's picking out the faint notes of music coming from the grand hall.
springinstepTitle: Slow Waltz
Rating: G
Pairing/s: Gwaine/Lancelot (more pre-slash)
Summary: Gwaine is okay at dancing but he's even better at drinking. Which suits Lancelot because he's not great at dancing.
Word Count: 411
Prompt: 116 Balter
Author's Notes: Oops, was going to doodle this but no time (costuming!), so quick drabble version of what it was going to be
"You're in no state to dance."
For better or for worse, Lancelot isn't certain. Gwaine can dance as the court would expect a knight to, but doesn't have the patience to keep it up for too long. So it bodes well for him in that respect that he is in high demand as a dance partner, able to flit from woman to woman as soon as he begins to wear.
Between a lot of dancing, Gwaine is able to fit in a lot of drinking. So Lancelot takes it upon himself to watch over Gwaine's intoxication and spot him just at that moment before he begins to make a fool of himself in front of the court and embarrass to Arthur. In a way, for which he also feels a certain amount of shame, Lancelot is somewhat grateful for when he spots those moments. He has a very basic dancing skill but only recently acquired. His lifestyle beforehand hadn't given any opportunity to practice that particular part of knighthood. So as soon as Gwaine appears to be on the cusp of causing a scene, the Lady Enide is diverted towards Leon and Lancelot discreetly takes Gwaine out through one of the servant doors.
"Sure I can."
"You are not."
And Lancelot tries to be stern, going into annoyed perhaps. Because Arthur will notice them gone and it is an embarrassment, especially considering those who still oppose there being men of common blood now amongst the Knights of Camelot. But Gwaine is all lop-sided grins and closed eyes as he stumbles along and Lancelot doesn't have the heart to have any dislike of Gwaine for his foils.
"I can," Gwaine insists, though he seems to already be falling asleep, even while Lancelot tries to keep him upright and guide him through the hallways to his quarters. One arm slides across Lancelot's back and Gwaine rests his head on his shoulder. Lancelot's attention goes to the floor, watching that their feet don't tangle and so he almost misses Gwaine's free hand make a blind grab for his. He misses but catches Lancelot's elbow.
"I can still dance," Gwaine says, his voice now a thick murmur and it's only through his lips being so near Lancelot's ear that he can pick out the words at all. "I am now."
"Sure you are." Lancelot smiles despite himself and finds he's picking out the faint notes of music coming from the grand hall.
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