Arthurian advent calendar: 19th december
Arthurian Advent Calendar - THE CALENDAR (list)
warning: English is not my first language, steampunk au (based on this), f!Lancelot
19th DECEMBER: (Lancelot, Guinevak, Food)
“Where are we going?” asked Lance, for the tenth time.
“To my sister’s restaurant, I’ve already told you,” answered Guinevere, rolling her eyes. She knew Lance didn’t trust her (not enough) but she couldn’t do anything now.
Arthur needed her and he needed Lance. As the Champion of Lake City, Lance had an incredible popularity.
“I am not hungry,” replied Lance, without a trace of humor in her voice.
“You will be, now follow me and hush.”
For once, Lance obeyed, deciding to ask questions later when they would probably be off the night streets and the eyes of Morgause’s Controllers.
When they arrived at a little isolated restourant they stopped. The place had clearly seen better times in the past and appeared quite depressing at the sight.
“I have no intention of eating-“
Guinevere took Lance’s hand and they entered. A mechanical voice greeted them but at ‘-to our lovely restaur’ it suddenly stopped.
“Guinevere!” called the woman behind the counter. Lance had to admit that there were no doubts about her identity. Guinevak had Guinevere’s eyes and smile.
“Guinevak, this is Lance of the Lake,” said Guinevere, pointing at the armored woman beside her.
“No offense, madam, but I am not eating in your restourant.”
Guinevak gaped at her. “You are a prick. And I take offense. But you are not here to eat.”
Without any more words, Guinevak turned around and took a little key from the necklace she was wearing. She pressed down some of the buttons of the counter of the desk, too quick for Lance to follow her, and finally she used the little key in one of the locks on the wall.
The wall -which clearly had not been a very stable wall- opened slowly with a creaking sound.
“It’s… a secret passage?” asked Lance, finally shocked and surprised.
“It’s our refugee. And you are welcome.”