Morning came quickly, and the sun was barely over the horizon when Arthur jerked awake from a nightmare, scrubbing a hand over his face tiredly
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It was the lost of Arthur's warmth that woke him and he rolled over sleepily before cracking his eyelids open.
No Arthur.
He sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes, then glanced around the room, hoping that Arthur hadn't left without saying goodbye. That would have been very inconsiderate.
Arthur was sitting at his desk, alternating between watching him and looking, with distaste, at the maps in his hands.
He stifled a yawn, rubbing his eyes again. "Thought you'd left without telling me," he mumbled, sitting up further, resting against the headboard.
"Oh, no," Arthur replied, smiling a bit, even if it didn't reach his eyes.
"I'm not that idiotic," he added, standing, finding the small bag he packed in his saddle, stuffing the maps and journal into it.
He threw on a high collared tunic, and shuffled about, pulling out his scattered armor, dreading to put it on, but knowing the quicker he left, the quicker he would come back.
"Better than I have in a long time," Lancelot answered truthfully, heart sinking as he watched Arthur finish his packing and pull out his armour.
It wasn't often that Lancelot didn't accompany Arthur anywhere and usually it made him uncomfortable enough.
But now - now it was worse. Not only because of what they'd finally discovered but also because Lancelot had no idea what Arthur would find out there. And he had no idea how he'd cope without Arthur there.
You're a knight, he reminded himself for the he-didn't-know-how-many-th time. Act like it.
He couldn't, however, help the slight sagging of his shoulder and, without meaning to, he looked vaguely like a lost puppy. He worried his lower lip, gazing up at Arthur, shadows beginning to creep back into his eyes with each piece of equipment that Arthur lay out.
Arthur found the last piece of his armor, his left gauntlet, under his desk, and sighed as he fastened it on.
Running hand through his hair, he stopped, noticing the slightly sagging expression Lancelot had on his face. The other man had his lip caught between his teeth, and his eyes were shadowed looking.
"Stop, Lancelot," Arthur said, approaching the bed. "I will be fine. We'll be back faster than you want us to be," he added, joking halfheartedly.
"I will be careful, I promise you."
He reached out, and touched the other man gently, running one finger down his cheek.
and I will find out what happened to you - that you can bet on. And take care of it.
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No Arthur.
He sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes, then glanced around the room, hoping that Arthur hadn't left without saying goodbye. That would have been very inconsiderate.
Arthur was sitting at his desk, alternating between watching him and looking, with distaste, at the maps in his hands.
He stifled a yawn, rubbing his eyes again. "Thought you'd left without telling me," he mumbled, sitting up further, resting against the headboard.
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"I'm not that idiotic," he added, standing, finding the small bag he packed in his saddle, stuffing the maps and journal into it.
He threw on a high collared tunic, and shuffled about, pulling out his scattered armor, dreading to put it on, but knowing the quicker he left, the quicker he would come back.
"Sleep all right?"
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It wasn't often that Lancelot didn't accompany Arthur anywhere and usually it made him uncomfortable enough.
But now - now it was worse. Not only because of what they'd finally discovered but also because Lancelot had no idea what Arthur would find out there. And he had no idea how he'd cope without Arthur there.
You're a knight, he reminded himself for the he-didn't-know-how-many-th time. Act like it.
He couldn't, however, help the slight sagging of his shoulder and, without meaning to, he looked vaguely like a lost puppy. He worried his lower lip, gazing up at Arthur, shadows beginning to creep back into his eyes with each piece of equipment that Arthur lay out.
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Running hand through his hair, he stopped, noticing the slightly sagging expression Lancelot had on his face. The other man had his lip caught between his teeth, and his eyes were shadowed looking.
"Stop, Lancelot," Arthur said, approaching the bed. "I will be fine. We'll be back faster than you want us to be," he added, joking halfheartedly.
"I will be careful, I promise you."
He reached out, and touched the other man gently, running one finger down his cheek.
and I will find out what happened to you - that you can bet on. And take care of it.
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