you can choose what stays and what fades away
Who: A excalibured and his gwaine
What: Long overdue conversation
When: Tuesday after Thanksgiving. Backdating because we're awesome like this.
Where: Their shared living space
He can't sleep. That is Gwaine's brilliant observation as he stares at the tabletop littered with bread pieces. Nothing is comfortable. His usual sleeping position is causing lower back pain. When he tried cushioning his head with his arm, his arm, rather than he, fell asleep. Turning on his back bothered; on his stomach, he had to deal with uncomfortable pressure to his abdomen. Trying to sleep while sitting just resulted in him staring at the back of his eyelids.
Abandoning the couch, he tried sleeping on the floor. Before he could start getting settled Ruffy wandered over and decided licking his face was a good way to pass the time. After pushing her away and washing his face, he again tried the couch. He finally threw his pillow at a wall in frustration. He may have knocked something over. He didn't bother to check.
He decided to walk into the kitchen for a snack. He'd grabbed the loaf of bread, sat at the table and proceeded to slowly dismember the bread instead of eat it. Elbows on the table, he rubs the base of his palms against his eyes.
Sleep. He just wants to sleep. He wants to sleep for a week and not have to consider anything that has happened in the last two months. Not returning to Camelot, not being knighted, not being brought here, not any of those damn losses and not those feelings that were never his, but felt just as unavoidable and just as painful as if he'd really loved and lost.
What: Long overdue conversation
When: Tuesday after Thanksgiving. Backdating because we're awesome like this.
Where: Their shared living space
He can't sleep. That is Gwaine's brilliant observation as he stares at the tabletop littered with bread pieces. Nothing is comfortable. His usual sleeping position is causing lower back pain. When he tried cushioning his head with his arm, his arm, rather than he, fell asleep. Turning on his back bothered; on his stomach, he had to deal with uncomfortable pressure to his abdomen. Trying to sleep while sitting just resulted in him staring at the back of his eyelids.
Abandoning the couch, he tried sleeping on the floor. Before he could start getting settled Ruffy wandered over and decided licking his face was a good way to pass the time. After pushing her away and washing his face, he again tried the couch. He finally threw his pillow at a wall in frustration. He may have knocked something over. He didn't bother to check.
He decided to walk into the kitchen for a snack. He'd grabbed the loaf of bread, sat at the table and proceeded to slowly dismember the bread instead of eat it. Elbows on the table, he rubs the base of his palms against his eyes.
Sleep. He just wants to sleep. He wants to sleep for a week and not have to consider anything that has happened in the last two months. Not returning to Camelot, not being knighted, not being brought here, not any of those damn losses and not those feelings that were never his, but felt just as unavoidable and just as painful as if he'd really loved and lost.