Proof I need more sleep.
I really don't know what possessed me...
Bedivere/Zara
Often:
Very often, we are inexplicably drawn most to what we cannot have. Then again, it could simply have been that he liked redheads.
Metaphor:
He said they were Kate and Petruchio, and all they needed was time; she said they were Romeo and Juliet, so he’d better drink some poison already.
Quest:
He should have been hunting for the Holy Grail, but he really preferred questing after something more challenging.
Stitches:
She was supposed to sew up clothes, not people; but watching him wince, and listening to his sheepish explanation of the injury made it worth it.
Grin:
She didn’t know which irritated her more, his stupid grin or the look in his eyes that said he really did care.
Red:
The handprint on his cheek was almost as red at the hair of the one who had left it.
Impressions:
“You’re a goddess.”
“You’re a bastard.”
Jokes:
It wasn’t fair, she thought: if Mordred made a slip about the missing hand, he got punched; when Zara did it on purpose, he tried to kiss her.
Escape:
“It’s called smiling, dear. It seems to escape you.”
“It’s called bathing, jerk. Have you ever tried it?”
Passing:
He thought he saw her even after she was gone, passing by him in crowded streets; his sighs were heavy when he admitted it was only his wishful thinking.
Bedivere/Zara
Often:
Very often, we are inexplicably drawn most to what we cannot have. Then again, it could simply have been that he liked redheads.
Metaphor:
He said they were Kate and Petruchio, and all they needed was time; she said they were Romeo and Juliet, so he’d better drink some poison already.
Quest:
He should have been hunting for the Holy Grail, but he really preferred questing after something more challenging.
Stitches:
She was supposed to sew up clothes, not people; but watching him wince, and listening to his sheepish explanation of the injury made it worth it.
Grin:
She didn’t know which irritated her more, his stupid grin or the look in his eyes that said he really did care.
Red:
The handprint on his cheek was almost as red at the hair of the one who had left it.
Impressions:
“You’re a goddess.”
“You’re a bastard.”
Jokes:
It wasn’t fair, she thought: if Mordred made a slip about the missing hand, he got punched; when Zara did it on purpose, he tried to kiss her.
Escape:
“It’s called smiling, dear. It seems to escape you.”
“It’s called bathing, jerk. Have you ever tried it?”
Passing:
He thought he saw her even after she was gone, passing by him in crowded streets; his sighs were heavy when he admitted it was only his wishful thinking.