Drunk Gwaine
Title: "Drunk Gwaine"
Art and words by: me
Rating: Art - PG
Words - implied sexytimes
Characters: Gwaine, Nature, Arthur, and Merlin.
Mediums: watercolor and photoshop.
Whoo! Sequel manuscript to OH! Arthur.
This would not have been finished without the betaing talents of altocello, and the amazing gwyntastic who is still able to fit a lot of text in an insanely small space. Words, Traditional and Graphic art UNITE!
Drunk Gwaine a rascally stray knight always had stories of random delight.
Most of them due to his nightly tradition of many a pitcher to reach inhibition.
His actions while boozed were not his alone, for they also reflected the man on the throne.
Knowing this fact, Gwaine often drank more, and all the King’s days were never a bore.
Now discrediting Arthur was just half the fun; avoiding the bar tabs was a great thrilling run.
On one summer night, like so many others, Gwaine had high hopes to go home with some lovers.
He brought along Merlin, who’d had a tough week. Something to do with a fowl and a beak?
He wasn’t too sure about those recent fables, he’d passed out asleep somewhere under the tables.
But clearly his friend was in need of some fun, so off they both trotted to The Rising Sun.
Sometime around two, bored Gwaine left the pub. Leaving the sorcerer to sleep in a tub.
Lurching around, things became rather hazy and he may have blown chunks in a pot with a daisy.
The flower then spoke, which Gwaine found quite weird; he leaned o’er the pot and myopically peered.
“I’ve watched you for months, my handsome young man, now I'll do you the honor of taking your hand.”
Oddly enough, Gwaine had heard far stranger lines, quickly said “yes,” and then fainted in vines.
Waking up slowly, the sun in his eye, Gwaine found himself perched in a tree quite up high.
Muffling a shriek he felt arms on his waist protectively tighten so he couldn’t displace.
Turning ‘round slowly, he saw his own knight, with Green eyes, fine green hair, and a grin of pure white.
“Good morning my wife, I hope you slept swell! We had quite a night, is your arse doing well?”
He found on his finger a slim golden band, a sign that Gwaine was a new taken man.
The King startled him with a shout from below, something to do with drunk Merlin in woe.
“Gwaine you’re an ass, a big drunken lout! It’s time now for training, get set for a bout.”
A kiss at his temple decided his fate, the princess would have to have patience and wait.
“I got married to nature last night, you should know, I’ll tell all the details to you on the morrow.”
The couple then smiled and started their day, and it was one filled with honeymoon play!
Also on DA
Art and words by: me
Rating: Art - PG
Words - implied sexytimes
Characters: Gwaine, Nature, Arthur, and Merlin.
Mediums: watercolor and photoshop.
Whoo! Sequel manuscript to OH! Arthur.
This would not have been finished without the betaing talents of altocello, and the amazing gwyntastic who is still able to fit a lot of text in an insanely small space. Words, Traditional and Graphic art UNITE!
Drunk Gwaine a rascally stray knight always had stories of random delight.
Most of them due to his nightly tradition of many a pitcher to reach inhibition.
His actions while boozed were not his alone, for they also reflected the man on the throne.
Knowing this fact, Gwaine often drank more, and all the King’s days were never a bore.
Now discrediting Arthur was just half the fun; avoiding the bar tabs was a great thrilling run.
On one summer night, like so many others, Gwaine had high hopes to go home with some lovers.
He brought along Merlin, who’d had a tough week. Something to do with a fowl and a beak?
He wasn’t too sure about those recent fables, he’d passed out asleep somewhere under the tables.
But clearly his friend was in need of some fun, so off they both trotted to The Rising Sun.
Sometime around two, bored Gwaine left the pub. Leaving the sorcerer to sleep in a tub.
Lurching around, things became rather hazy and he may have blown chunks in a pot with a daisy.
The flower then spoke, which Gwaine found quite weird; he leaned o’er the pot and myopically peered.
“I’ve watched you for months, my handsome young man, now I'll do you the honor of taking your hand.”
Oddly enough, Gwaine had heard far stranger lines, quickly said “yes,” and then fainted in vines.
Waking up slowly, the sun in his eye, Gwaine found himself perched in a tree quite up high.
Muffling a shriek he felt arms on his waist protectively tighten so he couldn’t displace.
Turning ‘round slowly, he saw his own knight, with Green eyes, fine green hair, and a grin of pure white.
“Good morning my wife, I hope you slept swell! We had quite a night, is your arse doing well?”
He found on his finger a slim golden band, a sign that Gwaine was a new taken man.
The King startled him with a shout from below, something to do with drunk Merlin in woe.
“Gwaine you’re an ass, a big drunken lout! It’s time now for training, get set for a bout.”
A kiss at his temple decided his fate, the princess would have to have patience and wait.
“I got married to nature last night, you should know, I’ll tell all the details to you on the morrow.”
The couple then smiled and started their day, and it was one filled with honeymoon play!
Also on DA