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[ gwen's an outcast because arthur pendragon is the king of idiocy. gwaine's allowed to say that. he's a knight. he's allowed to say mean things about his king. he's also allowed to go behind his king's back and right his wrongs - or maybe not quite like that. gwaine's never really done anything by the book, after all.

he's abandoned his post in favour of going after gwen at the persistence of her brother - and his own conscious. if lancelot's not going to be man enough for her, gwaine's going to fill in his rather abnormally large shoes and do so. he's never been one to love a damsel in distress, but he's always been one to be there for his friends.

he finds her out in the fields, wearing black that almost swallows her whole. he almost rides passed her, his horse moving at a speed that's so slow he's sure arthur's mind works at this pace sometimes. she's beautiful in black, just as she is in any colour, but he doesn't recognise her. her colour is gone; he's used to her lilacs and violets, her royal purples and golds. gwen's strength is what pulls him towards her, and even though it's blanketed in the thickest and possibly heaviest of dark cloths, he can still see it - if he does what arthur never really did and look.

gwaine dismounts his horse and walks slowly towards her. he doesn't wish to spook her, nor overwhelm her with anything he could possibly to do make this go badly - which is anything. gwaine's for dramatic entrances; these quiet moments are more of merlin's. ]

My lady. [ he bends down and picks a flower from the ground. it's not as pretty as the one he gave her in camelot, but he feels the familiar sentiment might be of comfort to her. ] We really must stop meeting like this.

[ it's destiny. ... at least it isn't chicken, okay. ]

Edited 2012-09-19 23:59 (UTC)

[ arthur throws her out of camelot, and elyan does nothing, nothing, nothing but that is only because gwen made him swear he wouldn't. there's no sense in plunging them both into poverty and banishment, not when elyan is a knight and happy and gwen brought this upon herself. she doesn't need anyone else dragged into it.

the cart filled with her things is heavy and gwen sits, skirts spread out amongst the flowers and she doesn't cry, she refuses to cry, but she has a moment where she'd really like to, a moment of panic as she says to the empty air, where will i go? because she honestly can't think of a place. part of her wants to go back, to push the doors to the throne room open and demand arthur see her, demand he take her back. but she thinks of his face, as if carved from stone, cold and unforgiving, and that puts an end to that. he'll not take her back. what she's done is unforgiveable, and lancelot.

well. best not to speak of it.

but she does think, at the sound of hooves and the flash of pendragon red, that perhaps this is lancelot, come to play the hero. but it's gwaine and her smile is a small sad thing but it's there all the same, widening at the proferred gift of a flower. ]

Always a charmer, Gwaine.

[ it's so reminiscent of before that her chest tightens, breath catches. but things are different in thousands of ways. she takes the flower from him, fingers brushing his and then sighs. ]

But you should be in Camelot, not here.

[ not here with me. ]

As should you.

[ honestly, he doesn't miss a beat. he's glad, though, that she isn't turning her back on him as he had on her. he hadn't known what was happening at the time, since arthur's a twit. gwaine's not usually one to be confused over loyalties, but to see one good friend throw another from the walls of his newfound home, it causes him to boil in a fit of confusion before following the much prettier of the two. ]

But I fear, since all the fair maidens seem to have scattered across the kingdoms, that I find myself without a purpose within the walls of Camelot.

[ basically, he's waving the team gwen flag right now. it's no secret he held a small torch for gwen; it's only grown brighter and larger over the months of watching her transform from what he perceived to be a quiet, loyal, servant girl to a woman quite fit for the throne.

he does hope, though, by the sight of her cart that it is merely temporary. a life without gwen is a life of darkness. ]

[ her teeth dig into her lip. it's hard to tell with gwaine, sometimes, just how much of what he's saying is honest and how much is flirtation. but this seems like more than necessary for a simple flirtation, following her out here. arthur would be livid if he knew where gwaine had gone. ( and arthur's rage, oh, that was something to fear as gwen well knew. )

she presses her palms together, looking away from him with a sigh. ]

I'm sure there's more waiting you there than here with me.

[ a knight of camelot would always be better off than a vagrant. or whatever it was gwen had become. she wasn't entirely sure herself. ]

↠ free for all.

this will be incredibly bad and by that i mean flawless / s4 but au bc i haven't seen it

i am already thrilled by it to be honest.

omg good because gwaine/gwen is the best anything. let him charm your pants off.

but gwaine she needs those pants.