[Intro] And then the sun shone in Dover, at noon

[firstbornoflot]

The words flow from his trembling hand, blood smears onto the shaking page as the battle slowly dies out. The Channel's waters are calm as he writes his dying words.

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[ofdoriath]

Daeron isn't far, and his fingers have paused on the flute he's using as a substitute instrument for the moment, setting it slowly down in his lap to consider Gawain with something like blank disapproval.

There is something about warriors in general that just makes Daeron...uncomfortable. But there's something almost familiar about this one, though he couldn't possibly say why. "Good afternoon," he murmurs. "Not what you expected?"

[firstbornoflot]

Gawain wheels around and stares at the -- minstrel? Oh begad, that is not good - he's sorely reminded of Sir Dinadan, though he at least is one knight he did not slay in the crusade.

"Aye," he replies, a touch tiredly. "-- pray tell, is this hell, heaven, or perhaps the Lord's purgatory?"

He's sinned enough to deserve hell, but where are the burning pits?

BTW, both Claire and Elleth's Maglor sang Sir Gawain and the Green Knight to Guinevere, make of that what you will. ^^

[ofdoriath]

Daeron shrugs. "No one knows. Make it what you want to." He scrutinizes Gawain, critically. "I suppose that makes you dead. Well, that makes some things easier."

[firstbornoflot]

And some harder, just what?

Gawain glances at him. Damn minstrels. "And who might you be, pray tell? Are you the chancellor of this strange dream?"

[comesindreams]

Very soon, Sebastian is going hunting for that very half-brother. Very, very soon. At the moment, though, he can be found once Gawain is marginally more settled, sitting inside and sipping black coffee so strong the smell has extended outside through the open door. Just the way he likes it.

His eyes are eerily green, too bright, should they be the first thing Gawain glimpses. The rest of him is perfectly normal, slender, handsome (almost pretty), young.

[firstbornoflot]

Gawain says that no-one hurts his brother. Even one as problematic as Medraut. Even one as problematic as Agravaine. The knight looks and feels tired, certainly, and it is the odd smell that draws him.

He'll bow to the young man, thinking he might be perhaps a senior squire. "Good day, lad," he offers, amiably enough.

Gawain has never had any problems with youngsters, on the contrary.

[comesindreams]

Sebastian half turns, seeming faintly amused. "I doubt I'm much younger than you," he murmurs, though his face is youthful in beauty, and there are the eyes. "But it's an easy mistake. Good afternoon."

[firstbornoflot]

Those eyes are just so terribly odd. Gawain doesn't sustain Sebastian's gaze - he finds it unsettling.

"And you," he replies. "A moment of your time, please - I have a goodly horse in need of place to rest. Pray tell me where the stables are?"

[weristdas_graal]

Once Gawain is settled, and if he ventures onto the porch, he may find a familiar face, a fellow knight, sharpening his sword and checking the edges for any signs of burring.

But when he hears the footsteps approaching, Parsifal looks up and smiles broadly. "God be with you, Sir Gawain, my brother at arms! What brought you to this gentle land?"

[firstbornoflot]

Oh God's beard and all his angel's feet. Parsifal of the holy quest.

This -- does not compute -- if the one who defeated the Siege Perilous is here.. then this cannot be hell or purgatory. Impossible.

Therefore, he must be an illusion, Gawain decides. We never said he was good with spiritual matters.

"-- begone, you cannot be Sir Parsifal," he says, warily. "He would not be here."

[weristdas_graal]

"Nay, I am he," he replies, still with that friendly smile. "When first I walked these lands, I thought that perhaps a corner of heaven had come to earth, but it seems to be a world unto itself, on the edge of whatever world a man may know and dwell in."

[firstbornoflot]

"They said you had ascended," he replies, and is still blinking, because this is one of the three Grail knights, here, and it's just -- he never came back to court, did he?

"--- this cannot be possible."

Lamorak's brother, here. God's beard, that can't be good.

[thenotsofair]

Celegorm is...grinning. Like a ridiculous, ridiculous thing, flopped tiredly on the couch that is unquestionably too short for him, beaming at the ceiling. It was a good night.

The couch is, however, directly in the way of the main pathway through the main room, mostly because Cleeg is lazy and wants to eat his lunch flat on his back.

[firstbornoflot]

That -- is a tall man. A very tall man. Gawain can't help but stare a little at the giant in the --- by the hearth.

And is a bit mesmerized, and thus not moving, just, well, blinking at him unhelpfully.

[thenotsofair]

Tyelko notices the staring, and sits up, half turning, smile fading a little since - well, strangers. It's different. "--hello?"

There is, of course, a lingering bit of a glow. He can't help that part.

[firstbornoflot]

"Good day," he replies, and inclines his head. "Forgive me for interrupting your meal."

[northernprince]

If Gawain makes his way into the stables, he might notice a certain half-brother in one of the stalls, grooming a horse. Medraut is quite absorbed in his task, so much as to be actually talking quite animatedly to the animal. In a generally snarky way, as he does.

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[firstbornoflot]

Bathed and no longer armored, Gawain is a bit more settled, thankfully.

Maybe someone directed him there - maybe it was the horse itself who led Gawain to the stables (after all, he was there all along, abandoned for years, even.)

The knight is in fact frowning at that sad state of affairs, but upon hearing that voice.

There's a long, long pause. Then he pokes his head in, just in case.

Because Medraut, Mordred, his brother should not be here.

He cannot be dead. Not now.

That thought is rather hard to deal with, we'll confess. That's probably why he isn't saying anything. Epic BSOD is what it is.

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[northernprince]

Oh dear, poor Gawain. We expected as much, from one side or another.

"Complete nonsense," Medraut tells his horse, "What have you been doing, to get so untidy? I think you're manipulating me, truth."

He hasn't actually noticed Gawain yet. Medraut's horse does give a friendly nicker in his direction, though.

[firstbornoflot]

Gawain is still staring, as if he'd seen a ghost - but his first thought is, how did he die?

--- "Brother?"

Because no matter what happened, a brother is a brother. Some things cannot be erased or changed.