Title: Psalm 51
Author: Soujin
Characters/Pairings: Sagramore/Peredur
Rating: PG
Archive: Yes
Disclaimer: Copyright has presumably expired.
Summary: Percy is not as simple as Sagramore was thinking.
Notes: for
get_laid25. Also, an alternate title for this story, as proposed by my (farmer) sister, was "He Thinks His Tractor's Sexy".
Peredur’s thick Welsh accent is new and thereby exciting, his uncouth ways fascinating (Sagramore never pretended to be noble, never insisted he wasn’t as easily attracted to something because he shouldn’t have it). His eyes, blue as the Virgin’s robes, are bright (Sagramore catches him in the stables and kisses him against a stall door, taking him by surprise). His mouth quirks into a wide sweet grin (as he says, “This ain’t what knights do, is it?” naïve and playful, and Sagramore’s stomach lurches with the sudden feeling that Peredur is wiser and more sacred than he will ever understand).