Sir Gawain Drabble Twelve
The twelfth of my four Sir Gawain challenge drabbles! (yes, really.) The aim was to write 100 words in response to a section of the poem. I have one more of these to write and post (I've tried to spread the posts out so as not to flood flists) and then I will post the masterlist, probably today before I go home.
‘By Saint Giles,’ the just lord says,
‘This knight’s the best I know.
By wagering this way
his gains will grow and grow.’
“Alright, Elyan - I’ll bet you that you cannot hit… that apple, there, with your bow.”
“And the weight of this wager?”
“A round of drinks when we’re next in the tavern.”
“Easy.”
Merlin laughed as the knights bickered casually. Arthur, however, was not interested in Gwaine and Elyan’s antics; he was brooding, staring into the fire.
Whenever Merlin turned away from him, Arthur looked up from the flames. The knights were too busy, and Merlin too oblivious, to notice Arthur’s eyes taking in every detail of the light dancing against Merlin’s pale skin.
Merlin turned back again, and Arthur returned to the fire. Something about flames always reminded him of Merlin…
‘By Saint Giles,’ the just lord says,
‘This knight’s the best I know.
By wagering this way
his gains will grow and grow.’
“Alright, Elyan - I’ll bet you that you cannot hit… that apple, there, with your bow.”
“And the weight of this wager?”
“A round of drinks when we’re next in the tavern.”
“Easy.”
Merlin laughed as the knights bickered casually. Arthur, however, was not interested in Gwaine and Elyan’s antics; he was brooding, staring into the fire.
Whenever Merlin turned away from him, Arthur looked up from the flames. The knights were too busy, and Merlin too oblivious, to notice Arthur’s eyes taking in every detail of the light dancing against Merlin’s pale skin.
Merlin turned back again, and Arthur returned to the fire. Something about flames always reminded him of Merlin…