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※※ "There may their deeds remain eternal, their glory undimmed by time." ※※

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working on a thing so replies will be Slow for a bit

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"He has a stick up his ass to rival Agravaine's on a bad day. Even if he didn't have his vow of chastity to worry about, I doubt he'd ever find a person to meet his lofty standards." Another shudder as she takes a heavy swig of water before pointing at Lionel accusingly. "You almost made me sick with that! Horrible! You should make it up to me by getting your brother to make me some preserved apples!"

   "galahad's too much of a priss anyway to consider it! besides, i know what your taste in people is like, and he's not hitting your standards." considering he's already gone 2 for 2 on speaking with her and getting hit, no way in hell would she like him.

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|| @toadmiretoweepover lionel: thank you for your sacrifice, gareth. ( he's laughing like the asshole that he is )

"I've done nothing to deserve this mistreatment! Don't you try to set me up with little mister perfect! He's a pain in the ass, I'll shove him into the ocean!"

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She suddenly feels sick to her stomach for no reason in particular.

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finding a faceclaim for lohengrin and eric/geraint is hell because they both needs to be stupidly pretty. lohengrin needs that kind of otherworldly beauty associated with swans because yeah knight of the swan, and fucking eric/geraint?

the asshole has to be prettier than absalom since that's how he gets described by a few writers.

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"Mmph." Well, it's a first for him to have his mouth covered like this. Usually his father or Percival or Bors would simply talk over him. Or drag him off to do something else. Lionel, it seemed, was different than any of them with how he handled things. But it hardly made sense for why he needed to keep his words to himself!

"I don't understand at all," Galahad sighed, shoving his cousin's hand from his mouth, "it's not a secret that needs to never be spoken of. Everyone knows she's unmarried, and I've heard Sir Agravaine bemoaning the fact more than once. The nuns would talk about anything that wasn't meant to be a secret, so why must I not do so as well?"

   "you're welcome! however, if you're all that aware, galahad," he said, then raised a hand to have the younger cease in his talking before he finished by covering his mouth, "i recommend not talking. your opinion? doesn't matter." he gets some leeway with shutting up lancelot's son this bluntly, right?

   "there's this little thing called thoughts. we keep those internally instead of voicing them out loud when it comes to our fellow knight's marital status." lord, if he didn't know better, he'd think galahad had been raised by the chattering order of st. beryl!

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"Why, thank you, cousin, for pointing out what has been made quite clear to me with recent events," Galahad grimaced, rubbing the spot between his brows one last time before lowering his hands. "The nuns are easy to talk to, always calm and wise. Never loud or as harsh as Gareth. And they're always so elegant and gentle. She's loud and brash and I haven't the foggiest clue why asking her why she's yet to find a husband would make her so angry."

   "honestly? you suck at talking to women," lionel said, bluntly, because there's no getting around it. "one would think that you'd do better since you were surrounded by women from birth, but since the vast majority were nuns... well, guess the conversation practice wasn't that great."

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let's see how many fucking sabers i have as muses in my arthurian and mabinogion list alone (plus richard because he has excalibur and not listing all the verses i made for arthur except alter because alter exists in canon):

Arthur - Saber Arthur Alter - Saber? Emrys - Saber Uther - Berserker Ector - Ruler Taliesin - Caster Gareth - Saber Gawain - Avenger Accolon - Pretender Bors - Ruler Claudas - Avenger Claudien - Saber Cynon - Saber Dinadan - Rider Palamedes - Lancer Lancelot - Saber Lot - Lancer Rhiannon - Caster Branwen - Caster Galahad - Shielder Eric/Geraint - Saber Percival - Lancer Marrok - Berserker Myrddin - AlterEgo Lohengrin - undecided

So that means in total: Sabers 8, Casters 3, Lancers 3, Avengers 2, Berserkers 2, Rulers 2, Riders 1, AlterEgos 1

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❝  do you want to walk up to the woods?  ❞ lionel to galahad, because his cousin is being himself again.

|| the song of achilles starters ; accepting!

"No, cousin, I'm quite fine. Really."

Galahad sighed, slumping in his seat on the bench. Once again he had managed to set Gareth off in a rant so colorful it wouldn't have surprised him if his fellow Knight could make sailors flush with shame. It was hardly as if he intended to set her temper ablaze, especially after Sir Dinadan had remarked on how unusual it was. But it was true that most young women her age were married by now! If they weren't nuns, that is!

Yet saying that had meant he had to narrowly avoid another busted nose before Sirs Kay and Lamorak both dragged her off.

"...On second thought, perhaps a walk will do me good. Will you join me, cousin? I have...questions about holding conversations with our fellows here."

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This is Galahad 99% of the time with his fellow KotR.

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"Well of course they can deal with it if it bugs them! Even if uncle's disappointment may sting, it doesn't change anything. I chose vengeance and stuck with it no matter what for my entire life! Just like you embraced vengeance too."

   "they can 「 deal 」 with it. not like they ever tried to stop me in 「 chasing 」 down my ugly ass little brother. then again, i wouldn't care what they think. and if you cared what they thought in the first place, you wouldn't be in this position, huh~"

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"I'm grateful for the welcome, but I feel some measure of worry that His Majesty will be disappointed in me. Ah, well. The bloodline of Pellinore deserved my grudge."

   "oh yeah, 「 welcome 」 to the avenger club, @ofglories!"

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Merlin’s going to offer Arthur his staff, ❝  You have a tender heart. an admirable quality.  ❞ ( Caster Arthur :D )

|| the song of achilles starters ; accepting!

"I...I don't have that at all."

Arthur frowned, taking Excalibur in hand with a huff, cheeks turning lightly pink. Tender hearts were for people who didn't have to deal with the nonsense of the nobility that haunted Bedivere's court. They were for people who hadn't resolved themselves to do whatever was necessary to support and protect their beloved from schemes and traitors.

"There's other things you can compliment me on, Merlin! So do that instead of saying such silly things! Or, ah, rather..." the mage trailed off, fiddling with the ribbons he'd affixed to the staff carefully, "I'll give you time to think of something better to say. Since I have to go make sure no one gives Bedi any trouble when he holds court today. Alright?"

Maybe when he was younger he did indeed have a tender heart. But Arthur couldn't afford the weakness such a thing would bring him. So he hid it, locked it behind shields and duty to only show to his King and his King's closest friend.

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this works extra well with how he utilizes his sun blessing to augment all his attacks with fire, not just leaving it to galatine's blade

...avenger gawain because of his hatred and desire for vengeance since he was eleven years old that consumed him slowly and steadily to where not even killing pellinore was enough for him.

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...avenger gawain because of his hatred and desire for vengeance since he was eleven years old that consumed him slowly and steadily to where not even killing pellinore was enough for him.

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Once more the anger flared like a hot crack of a branch snapping in a bonfire.

Gawain bared his teeth for a moment, privately seething over his uncle's decision to extend his protection to this man. It didn't matter how illogical the rage he felt towards the sons of Pellinore was at this point. It was infuriating that he was leashed like this, unable to properly express his anger in more than tournament spars. And in those his own sister, his own blood, protected the enemies of his family, removing the sharpened blades and deadly lances from their hands to replace with dull steel and cloth wrapped wood.

Evidently she meant it when she called the feud the height of foolishness.

Still, he inhaled deeply and slowly exhaled as he quickly mounted Gringolet.

Remaining calm was for the best. There was still no reason to actually harm Lamorak, though his brothers often pushed it. Especially the two eldest. And so he would keep his blade to himself, even if he desired to at least scar the younger man. "It would be best if we investigated the gorge completely, to ensure there's not a gang of thieves with the one we're after. Like rats they rarely travel alone."

Particularly in the hill country.

"We're to capture the thief, and any associates he may have, so make sure you've packed proper ropes. His Majesty would have justice done properly, not dealt by a vigilante hand in the wilds." Admirable, Gawain supposed, if a bit foolish. Not that he allowed it to show as he instructed the junior knight. "Don't bother with a lance, a bow will be better suited to pair with your sword. Now, are you ready? Daylight is wasting and the wolves come when the sun sets."

With that said, he turned Gringolet to the road, setting out at a quick canter ahead.

   had it been anyone else but the elder orkneys, lamorak would love to make a remark at how pinched gawain's expression currently is, pointing out that if the elder man continued with such actions, deep frown lines will embed into his skin. however, the younger knight knew that the moment he did so much as inhale too quickly, it'd set gawain off once more—hell, he's practically this close to snapping already and this task hasn't started!

   king arthur extended his protection towards lamorak, with a promise of terrible things to come should his nephews ignore his oath, and it's only the fact that gawain would prefer to fight honorably that chases away the worry that he'd be pushed down a ditch.

   he'll save his thoughts for gareth, once he's able to return back hale and whole, so they can laugh about it.

   oh well, despite lamorak's apprehension on fast movement, he'd never say that he's a coward by remaining mum and taking the blows that gawain sends. "then we're on the same page," he said, ignoring the comment about his head being in the clouds ( where did that idea come from? ), moving now to lead as it appears that the anger had gawain stunlocked in place, as lamorak had imagined the man would've ridden off ahead to get this done with. "let's go, perhaps us being there shall deter any miscreant from attacking innocents during our task."

   that would be the noble task to do after all, besides the job that they were assigned to do. the king had no doubt figured, or hoped for, that an easy assignment of gathering misplaced armor would be... well, lamorak couldn't be wholly certain. arthur must know that his nephews would not be swayed easily, when even the youngest orkney couldn't get through their thick skulls. ahh, well, perhaps some acts of humanity may help? or perhaps to allow gawain to overextend the anger he's keeping repressed to a group that he's 'allowed' to defeat can distract him.

   deep in thought, he would hurry to his horse and items, all the ready to get this over with.