“It was a dark and stormy night…”
Sitting before the campfire with his fellow knights, Gwaine groaned. “Percival, it’s supposed to be a scary story. Not a dull tale with a trite start. We’re out on a dull mission! Keep us entertained.”
“Fine.” The dancing firelight cast shadows across Percival’s face as his eyes narrowed. “What about a real story? Something more frightening than you can imagine. Something macabre.”
Gwaine kicked up his feet onto a rock and grinned. “I am intrigued. Carry on.”
Leon and Elyan shifted on their tree stumps to face Percival.
“I was walking in the Darkling Woods one night,” said Percival. “It was bitter cold, and the ground was frozen as solid as rock. I heard a groan, then a whisper…beneath my feet.”
Something made the short hairs on the back of Gwaine’s neck stand up. Percival’s was not prone to hyperbole nor tall tales. …show more content…
Merlin rolled into view, wheezing with laughter. Clearly, he’d been hiding on the ground in the darkness and in this joke.
Gwaine cursed as the knights cackled.
“Gwaine, you seem awfully comfortable in Percival’s lap there, your arms around his neck and all,” said Elyan.
“Hilarious, all of you.” Gwaine made a rude gesture, then wrapped his arms back around Percival’s neck. “But Percival here, the instigator, deserves punishment.”
“What sort of punishment—”
Gwaine cut him off with a fierce, bruising kiss as their comrades whistled and chortled in the background. Smirking, Gwaine pulled away and went to his feet. “I hope you found that as vile as I did,” said Gwaine. “Now, someone fetch me some ale to wash out my mouth.”
Percival sat there, spluttering, unable to form words in his shock, as Elyan handed Gwaine a mug. Gwaine finished the ale in a few long swallows, hoping his heart would slow and the fire of lust burning in his chest would cool.
He had enjoyed that kiss far too
Sitting before the campfire with his fellow knights, Gwaine groaned. “Percival, it’s supposed to be a scary story. Not a dull tale with a trite start. We’re out on a dull mission! Keep us entertained.”
“Fine.” The dancing firelight cast shadows across Percival’s face as his eyes narrowed. “What about a real story? Something more frightening than you can imagine. Something macabre.”
Gwaine kicked up his feet onto a rock and grinned. “I am intrigued. Carry on.”
Leon and Elyan shifted on their tree stumps to face Percival.
“I was walking in the Darkling Woods one night,” said Percival. “It was bitter cold, and the ground was frozen as solid as rock. I heard a groan, then a whisper…beneath my feet.”
Something made the short hairs on the back of Gwaine’s neck stand up. Percival’s was not prone to hyperbole nor tall tales. …show more content…
Merlin rolled into view, wheezing with laughter. Clearly, he’d been hiding on the ground in the darkness and in this joke.
Gwaine cursed as the knights cackled.
“Gwaine, you seem awfully comfortable in Percival’s lap there, your arms around his neck and all,” said Elyan.
“Hilarious, all of you.” Gwaine made a rude gesture, then wrapped his arms back around Percival’s neck. “But Percival here, the instigator, deserves punishment.”
“What sort of punishment—”
Gwaine cut him off with a fierce, bruising kiss as their comrades whistled and chortled in the background. Smirking, Gwaine pulled away and went to his feet. “I hope you found that as vile as I did,” said Gwaine. “Now, someone fetch me some ale to wash out my mouth.”
Percival sat there, spluttering, unable to form words in his shock, as Elyan handed Gwaine a mug. Gwaine finished the ale in a few long swallows, hoping his heart would slow and the fire of lust burning in his chest would cool.
He had enjoyed that kiss far too