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[buries]

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i am already thrilled by it to be honest.

[sweeping]

[ 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. ]

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

[tavern]

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. ]

but gwaine she needs those pants.

[sweeping]

[ 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. ]