You need slash? You need Cherith Baldry! PART ONE
I'm not disappoined by Exiled from Camelot. NOT AT ALL!
I'm near the end and I feel the need to read it again because it is wonderful and touching and just what I needed. It's the manifesto of the slashy hurt/comfort.
Just some random quotes for you:
Arthur had called him into his private room. He held the ring [è un anello con un falco sopra], turning it in a shaft of sunlight so that the stone flashed fire.
"Look, Kay," he said. "He's exactly like you: small and fierce and damnably arrogant. My falcon."
He had slipped the ring on Kay's hand, and embranced him, and Kay had tought that no one in the whole world could ever have known such happiness.
*°*°*
"Why don't you go to sleep?" [Gawain] suggested. "You've had as much as you can take for one night. I'll keep watch for a while."
For a few seconds Kay still stared at him, then averted his face. He lay down beside Gareth, his head buried in the crook of one arm. Gawain laid a hand gently on his shoulder beofre setting down against the rock.
*°*°*
He[Gawain] came to rest at last, sitting on the side of the bed and holding one of Kay's hands between both his own. The hand was scratched, the fingernails broken. [...] Kay lay motionless, half buried in the furs. He was a small men, slender and fine-noned, but Gawain had bever thought of him as fragile.
*°*°*
Kay still gazed at Gawain as if only partly comprehended what he was saying. "You won't leave me?" he murmured.
"No, Kay, you know I won't."
*°*°*
He started to speak, stopped and the broke down into depp, wretching sobs. Gawain bent over hi, hugging him close.
"Don't, Kay, don't. Don't talk about it now. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked you. It doesn't matter."
*°*°*
[Gawain is talking] "Dear Kay, is it so hard to stay with us?"
Kay looked up at him, shaken, open to him as he had hardly ever been before. "If I lost you, Gawain," he said unevenly, "I should not wish to live."
*°*°*
[In this part the enchantress lady Brisane is torturing Kay with an allucination of Arthur]
"Kay- Brother- I thought I'd never find you. Dear God, I've been half out of my mind..." He enfolded Kay in his embrace.
Kay clung to him, all caution, all calculation, swept away.
"My lord, forgive me!" he gasped out.
Arthur's arms were tight around him. Kay leant tnto his strenght. He was acutely conscious of the linen surcoat beneath his cluthicng fingers, the fine mesh of mail beneath it, and the clean, sharp scent of Arthur's hair.
"Forgive?" Arthur was saying. "Kay, that's just a word. I need you. I can't do without you. I want you to come home."
As he listened to the words he had longed all his life to hear, the words he had never hoped for, Kay understood. [Kay si districa dall'abbraccio e Brisane fa sparire l'allucinazione di Artù]
"I could give him to you," she said. "think of it, Kay. You and Arthur, together at last, for ever. An Arthur who would do whatever you wanted, who would be whatever you wanted him to be."
Kay flung his head up. "Then he would not be Arthur."
I'm near the end and I feel the need to read it again because it is wonderful and touching and just what I needed. It's the manifesto of the slashy hurt/comfort.
Just some random quotes for you:
Arthur had called him into his private room. He held the ring [è un anello con un falco sopra], turning it in a shaft of sunlight so that the stone flashed fire.
"Look, Kay," he said. "He's exactly like you: small and fierce and damnably arrogant. My falcon."
He had slipped the ring on Kay's hand, and embranced him, and Kay had tought that no one in the whole world could ever have known such happiness.
*°*°*
"Why don't you go to sleep?" [Gawain] suggested. "You've had as much as you can take for one night. I'll keep watch for a while."
For a few seconds Kay still stared at him, then averted his face. He lay down beside Gareth, his head buried in the crook of one arm. Gawain laid a hand gently on his shoulder beofre setting down against the rock.
*°*°*
He[Gawain] came to rest at last, sitting on the side of the bed and holding one of Kay's hands between both his own. The hand was scratched, the fingernails broken. [...] Kay lay motionless, half buried in the furs. He was a small men, slender and fine-noned, but Gawain had bever thought of him as fragile.
*°*°*
Kay still gazed at Gawain as if only partly comprehended what he was saying. "You won't leave me?" he murmured.
"No, Kay, you know I won't."
*°*°*
He started to speak, stopped and the broke down into depp, wretching sobs. Gawain bent over hi, hugging him close.
"Don't, Kay, don't. Don't talk about it now. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked you. It doesn't matter."
*°*°*
[Gawain is talking] "Dear Kay, is it so hard to stay with us?"
Kay looked up at him, shaken, open to him as he had hardly ever been before. "If I lost you, Gawain," he said unevenly, "I should not wish to live."
*°*°*
[In this part the enchantress lady Brisane is torturing Kay with an allucination of Arthur]
"Kay- Brother- I thought I'd never find you. Dear God, I've been half out of my mind..." He enfolded Kay in his embrace.
Kay clung to him, all caution, all calculation, swept away.
"My lord, forgive me!" he gasped out.
Arthur's arms were tight around him. Kay leant tnto his strenght. He was acutely conscious of the linen surcoat beneath his cluthicng fingers, the fine mesh of mail beneath it, and the clean, sharp scent of Arthur's hair.
"Forgive?" Arthur was saying. "Kay, that's just a word. I need you. I can't do without you. I want you to come home."
As he listened to the words he had longed all his life to hear, the words he had never hoped for, Kay understood. [Kay si districa dall'abbraccio e Brisane fa sparire l'allucinazione di Artù]
"I could give him to you," she said. "think of it, Kay. You and Arthur, together at last, for ever. An Arthur who would do whatever you wanted, who would be whatever you wanted him to be."
Kay flung his head up. "Then he would not be Arthur."