"Sigh" This picture makes me so happy!!!
"Sigh" This picture makes me so happy!!!
Some heads up before you read to explain the fanfic. It exist in the story of Merlin, but a new character, Dante, comes up. Just a weird creation that popped into my head and thought it would be fun to explore some gay themes. If you don’t like, not gonna hurt my feelings. But hope you enjoy. Might be the stupidest thing I have done Oh well.
In a forest that was heavily wooded there was a young man who beheld a special power. He knew it was magic, it had come to him naturally always in moments of anxiety at first, but soon learned how to control it, he practiced it most of his life, he lived in the forest for he learned that magic had been outlawed and death would come to those who practiced it. The young man’s name was Dante and he lived on the outskirts of the kingdom known as Camelot.
When he was young his mother had died in childbirth or so his father told him. Dante only knew a few stories when his father was willing to speak her name. His father the local blacksmith whose name was Darble knew of his son’s powers but he did all he could to keep his son’s gifts a secret. But Darble knew that these powers could be useful when people where in need; he was a noble and wise man who only occasionally became drunk at the local tavern causing his son to collect him.
Many years had passed and word had spread that King Uther of Camelot had grown ill. Most were saddened by this news but many, especially in magical circles knew that Arthur Uther’s son had friendlier ideas toward magic. So when Arthur eventually became King, magic may have a place in the Kingdom of Camelot.
One morning as Dante was gathering wood and the odd roots and weeds that came in handy he came across a wild boar that had just woken. Many knew a wild boar was an unsafe creature, but a morning boar was of great danger. Dante dropped the few pieces of wood he had and threw the heaviest pieces at the charging boar which turned on fire as they hit the boar but only slowed down the creature, Dante climbed up a tree and gained enough height that the boar could not reach him. As Dante gathered his thoughts he closed his eyes thinking of the proper words to put the boar to sleep. But before he could cast the spell he heard a cry from his right side and saw a man running at the boar with a spear. The boar distracted by the battle cry leaped and charged the armed man. The spear was thrown with great force and hit the boar but had only gone through its shoulder stunning the creature for a moment. The man jumped over the boar and landed on his back, the boar turned and began charging the man who was still lying flat on his back. Dante whispered Anaid tup eht raob ot peels, the boar fell over sliding a few feet barely missing the man who had just jumped to his feet.
When the man looked up at the tree he found Dante and said “Hello” which had barely been heard being that he was still out of breath. “Hello” spoke Dante, cautious of the stranger below him who was rather foolish but brave. “You did well climbing the tree, most run until the boar catches up to them”. The man slowly caught his breath but still wished to speak. “Thank you sir, but I should be grateful you were armed coming into the forest”.
As Dante made his way down the tree he had gotten a better look at the man. He was handsome and strong of build; he seemed as if a sword was not an unfamiliar weapon to him. When Dante reached the trunk of the tree the man took his hand and guided him down until he reached the ground. Chivalry was common for him, noble was his face, he must be a knight. Kind and true were his actions a smile broke across his face as he looked at Dante.
“My name is Lancelot Duloc” he declared his eyes were dark but friendly no ill will shadowed his heart. After a long moment Dante realized he had not returned proper greetings. “I apologize” Dante’s eyes diverted from Lancelot’s face realizing he had been staring “my name is Dante, the blacksmith’s son”.
“It is a pleasure to meet you Dante”
“It is grateful to meet you Lancelot and thank you for saving me”.
Lancelot went to the boar and pulled his spear from the creature he examined the animal and gathered it over his shoulder.
“What were you doing in the woods if I may ask?” queried Dante, curious as to why this chivalrous stranger was so deep in the woods. Lancelot looked over at Dante, examining him, Lancelot smiled as if he had a question answered. “I was about to ask you the same question”.
A fire blazed, the night had proceeded with a calm presence, and Lancelot had given the boar meat to Dante’s village allowing the people to feast. But Lancelot being ever chivalrous declined to join them. He returned to Dante in his isolation, asking further questions about Dante and his life in the forest. Dante had found it odd, a complete stranger wanting to know about him, even the villagers knew very little; only because they feared Dante, though that did not stop them from accepting his help when they needed it.
Lancelot’s chainmail lay beside him as he relaxed beside the fire. He stared at the flames; he took a deep painful breath allowing a lingering moment to overtake him. His shoulders appeared to hold a weight of sadness, which was pulled down by his heart, as if he had found love which now was lost and would never be recovered. This of course did not go unseen by Dante who could see the face of this love in Lancelot’s eyes and as Lancelot breathed out, the flames of the fire came to life and a face beautiful and bright was floating in the embers but just as quickly as it had come about it disappeared. Lancelot was startled by this aberration not knowing if it was a trick of the mind, “How did you do that?” he began but his line of questioning ended as he became lost in the enchanted embers. Dante realizing he had conjured the image from Lancelot’s eyes he arose quickly from where he was seated and turned from Lancelot. “You somehow created that image, how did you do it?”
“Who is she?” began Dante still turned away from Lancelot, “the woman who haunts your thoughts?” Lancelot stood from where he was seated and came behind Dante proceeding with another question.
“How long have you been practicing magic?” This brought fear into Dante, for he knew that any man who witnessed magic had the right to capture the culprit and turn him into Uther. Dante turned and faced Lancelot he could not hide the tears running down his face but as he faced Lancelot he only saw the kind fearless face that greeted him earlier. “You need not worry about me telling anyone, I do not believe as King Uther does, magic is mysterious and is only feared when it is not understood. I have spoken to the villagers that live with your father and they know that you have magic but they will not say anything out of respect for your father.
Dante was stunned that Lancelot was very comfortable with magic and wondered how he knew that Dante had used magic. The question must have been written on Dante’s face for Lancelot proceeded. “I suspected that magic had been used on the boar for the spear in his shoulder would not have taken him down so easily. There is also a good friend who lives in Camelot and he practices magic as well, I have learned to see the signs of magic. But just like you he keeps his magic a secret and uses it when it is needed.
Dante pondered this and was amazed that someone could be living in Camelot using their powers so openly in a secret manner to help those that were denouncing magic. As Dante returned his gaze to Lancelot he caught his face and saw a small smile, “It would be advantages for you to meet him, he can help you practice your magic and he would be overjoyed to know another magician lives so near Camelot”.
“What is his name?”
“Merlin, he is the servant boy to the prince he resides with the court physician.”
“Thank you Lancelot, I knew people with magic existed but I have not had the opportunity to meet them for fear that I may be executed”
“You are welcome; I am in your debt for saving my life from the boar that I so fool heartedly tried to rescue you from. I only hope this information can help you.”
Both men said goodnight and went to sleep, Dante’s thoughts began running in his mind, full of excitement and curiosity, Camelot was his destiny but was it the right decision to make.
As morning broke upon the forest, both men arose from their sleep as the sound of birds began singing in the brisk morning air. Dante rose and realized without even a second thought he would head to Camelot and meet Merlin and learn from him on how to become a proper wizard. Dante gathered his belongings, he pondered about saying goodbye to his father but he had not spoken with him for a year, he had no idea what he might say to him.
“Before you leave, I would say see your father, you may not be back for a while”, Dante turned and saw Lancelot fully dressed and packed for a journey. “You seem to be reading my mind Lancelot”
“When one seeks adventure, a push is all one needs, but family is important, your father must know of your intentions.”
“I am afraid to leave my father alone”
“He will be in good hands the people in the village will watch over him”
Dante began walking down a familiar road; grass bended to dirt from the footsteps of many a familiar road, the crunch of dead leaves the sound of children playing, the smell of roasted boar filling the air. The blacksmiths house was in the middle of the village the center of trade and easy access, as his father told him, “location is primitive to success”. Dante made his way to his father’s house, he came up to the door when it suddenly opened and out came his father dressed in his clothes which he worked in. His father’s eyes fell upon Dante and though they seemed confused at first he knew the young man before him but there was different look in this young man’s face. “Dante, what a joy to see you, come in, I was just about to start work but I can delay for a morning with my son”
Dante paused a moment and stood at the doorway, “father I have come to tell you that I will not be living in the forest any longer I am going to Camelot, I seek the aid of someone like me”. Dante had rehearsed the speech before he arrived to the village, his nerves were too shaky, and it was the only option, he could never talk to his father with confidence. Darble stepped back and his small smile slightly faded, “Dante, are you sure of this? Camelot is a dangerous place for someone, like you, even in this village some wonder if they should turn you in”
“I know this father, but I must find out how much of this magic is in me and what are my limits” Dante paused for another moment not looking his father in the eyes for fear of losing his composure. “I am sorry that I have not visited you more often, please forgive me and I hope that one day I may return and that my deeds may make me a hero and not a pariah”.
“I forgive you Dante, you are my son, I only worry for your protection, even hero’s deeds can become misfortunes” Darble paused a moment and remembered. “Wait here Dante I have something for you” Darble walked out of the room and returned a moment later, from his hand he revealed a small medallion with small knots that seemed to run on following each other into eternity. “This belonged to your mother, she had held on to it for a daughter because it passes from mother to daughter, but I know that she would have wanted you to have it”. Dante hesitated only a moment; knowing that this medallion was something sacred, he had always admired it but was afraid to touch it knowing that it belonged to his mother, he took the medallion and hugged his father.
Darble tried very hard not to cry but as he released his son he couldn’t help but see how pale Dante’s face looked, as if he was a ghost, but Darble put his concerns aside for he knew Dante was never meant to stay in this small village forever. Hugging is father, Dante found it strangely difficult to leave, he had no fond memories but he knew the love of his father was a great gift that he had taken for granted but he knew his father’s love was endless and that gave him comfort. As Dante walked he could not help himself from looking back and seeing his father for one last time.
Dante walked quickly back to his campsite not secure in knowing if Lancelot would still be there, he found himself excited to see Lancelot even feeling a blush on his cheeks as he approached the familiar opening in the cluster of trees. To his relief, Lancelot was still there, gathering what little supplies were left.
“It is done, now I prepare for Camelot, how far a ride is it?”
“Three days by horse, five by foot, do you have a horse?”
“No, I do not, either way I do not know how to ride one. I hoped that I may ride with you, I promise to not hinder you”. At this Lancelot turned and realized his mistake and became red with embarrassment.
“I apologize, I did not mean to suggest that we ride together, at this moment I cannot return to Camelot” as he finished his statement Dante caught the same look on Lancelot’s face that he saw the night before.
“She lives in Camelot, the woman you do not speak of, your great love” Dante paused and saw that Lancelot grew quite as if he were angry.
“I do not wish to speak of her, please.” Lancelot gathered his bags and roughly tide them to his horse. After a moment in which he took a deep breath, Lancelot became calm.
“I am sorry; I did not know it angered you to speak of her,”
“She is my great love a love that compares to no other, but she is in love with another and their destiny is much greater than my desire for her”
At this statement Dante had no words; it surprised him that a great and handsome man like Lancelot Duloc would be denied a woman that he loved. “But you are a noble man, how can your love be second best?”
“You are gracious but I have a great many lessons and trials to accomplish, I will only return to Camelot when I am truly ready”
This statement made Dante feel a great affection toward Lancelot. Dante would consider himself lucky to ever have the love of this great man. Lancelot gathered an item that was rolled up as he opened it Dante saw that it was a worn piece of leather that revealed a map. “This map will lead you through a safe passage to Camelot, many bandits occupy the road and I do not wish to see you harmed.
“Thank you, Lancelot, for everything” Dante paused and realized that he was saddened by his parting with Lancelot for he knew it was not just affection that he felt for him but attraction. “Thank you for your help, I do hope we meet again”, Dante paused again holding in his throat the words he truly wished to say. Lancelot drew near and held Dante’s shoulders straightening his back and Dante could feel Lancelot’s breath so close to his cheek and Lancelot placed a kiss on Dante’s forehead. Dante closed his eyes and remembered those lips taking pleasure in the moment. When Lancelot pulled away Dante felt tears run down his eyes and saw tears building in Lancelot’s eyes.
“Goodbye” whispered Lancelot who turned and mounted his horse and quickly galloped away leaving Dante confounded, for he wished to run off with Lancelot and be ever by his side, but he knew Camelot was waiting for him. So Dante took a long slow and painful breath gazed at the empty place where Lancelot was turned and continued his path towards Camelot.
Walking along the prescribed path Dante continued his journey; he found small spaces when sleeping for the night, no bandit would think to look where he slept because Dante raised leaves and mud to create a small cover that could fool those that were not searching. Dante used some magic but not all the time for he did not want to attract attention; most was to keep a practice, never to forget what came naturally and what spells he gathered from books. His mind wandered but always returned to Lancelot, he felt foolish for falling for Lancelot; Dante prided himself in not being attracted to anyone, but Dante knew love or what he assumed was love would befall people at some point in their lifetime.
On the third night of his journey Dante came upon a village that seemed to be having a festival; performers, cooks, and salesmen were gathered in the center of the village. Dante was inquiring about lodging when a drunken man came sauntering over to him his steps slow and heavy, he was on a quest.
“Well ello your seer, how delightful, come to our village, -joy our…” his paused and continued but before he could finish a word he fell over Dante who tried to steady him unsuccessfully. Dante did his best to push the stranger but dead drunk weight was harder to move than a rock. But before Dante could ask for help the drunken man’s body was lifted and propped on his feet in a fluid motion.
“Now uncle, go drink some water before you embarrass yourself”.
The man walked away finishing his sentence “smith trades” Dante had picked himself up off the floor but as he did so a hand grabbed his arm and pulled him up even further than he intended and Dante landed in the chest of the stranger who seemed to be wearing an open shirt for he felt skin touching his cheek. Dante heard a chuckle and pulled himself away and he looked up and realized that he needed to keep looking up. A young man who seemed taller than some of the cottages in the village looked down on Dante; smiling gently at him, he wore a piece of chainmail that only covered his torso which revealed his arms. By his waist there was a sword sheathed, Dante did not know who this man was, a warrior, or a bandit.
Embarrassed about where his head was Dante apologized “I am sorry I did not mean to,” but before Dante could finish his words.
“It’s quite alright, I sometimes cannot control my own strength, and I hope that I did not hurt you?”
“Oh, I am good, very good, and thank you for helping me from the man filled with spirits”
“Yes my uncle, when there is a celebration he tends to go overboard, but it must run in the family I seemed to have enjoyed myself too much as well. Welcome to our village, my name is Percival, you come to us in our time of feasting and joy, where you in need of any lodging for the night?”
“Yes thank you, I am Dante, and it seems like quite a gathering”
“We do enjoy ourselves, let me show you the way” Percival turned and continued walking down a road that was less crowded and Dante realized that Percival was stumbling slightly, it was only noticeable because he was so large that any slight movement could be seen by a blind man.
The man at the inn unlocked a room and allowed Percival and Dante in, he told Dante he would collect payment in the morning. Percival looked around the room as if inspecting for any flaws; Dante had no qualms with the room and the bed off the floor was all he desired not caring about the vermin that would scatter about during the night.
“Thank you Percival, it is a lovely room” Dante was tired and he did not trust himself with a handsome man being so close to him.
“It was of no trouble” Percival paused swaying slightly back and forth, he took a deep breath and the words that proceeded fell out of his mouth in a jumble, “May I share the room with you? I don’t believe I will make it home tonight”. Dante was terrified of this notion, but he could not deny a place to sleep to a man who had been courteous to him.
“You may” replied Dante
“Thank you, I just need to find a chamber pot to release some ale”. Percival exited and Dante went around turning off the lamps in the room and proceeded to the bed too exhausted to change into cloths that were comfortable, but he was able to take off his shoes. The bed was soft, too soft, so sleep would come easily for him. As Dante drifted off he heard the sluggish footsteps of Percival; heavy and slow, making their way back into the room, Dante had just settled into the bed when he felt a heavy body lay beside him and a slab that could have been a tree limb cover his body. Dante moved as best he could but he was trapped under Percival’s massive grip, Dante panicked thinking Percival had mistaken him for a large pillow. But there was no mistake, Percival brushed his lips against Dante’s ears and said “Goodnight” and kissed his cheek.
Dante did not know what to think, or what to do, he knew Percival would regret his actions in the morning, but Dante could do nothing at the moment; being pinned down by a large man, who from what Dante could see from his obscured view over Percival’s muscled shoulder, was a naked man spooning him. Dante’s last thought before he finally drifted off to an uneasy sleep was “do not move or touch anything that does not belong to you”.
Morning broke, not with light but with the chirping of a bird, light would soon follow. Percival was the first to awaken, being that Dante was dead as rock having finally succumbed to sleep in Percival’s arms. Percival could feel Dante’s hair as it brushed against his chin, it was soft and smelled of pine. Percival was surprised how comfortable he found himself lying with this young man, whose name he could not remember.
Percival slowly arose from the bed trying very hard not to awaken “Dante” that was his name. As he arose from the bed he realized he had fallen asleep without any clothes on. He searched valiantly for them and he remembered where exactly they were; outside by the well where he went after relieving himself and wanted to get some water. As he opened the door slightly he saw some villagers moving about in the early morning light. The situation had turned from an odd one to an obscure one; he couldn’t very well walk out naked, he needed cloths, anything that he could find in the room. As he pondered and looked for suitable pants a knock fell upon the door, he wondered who they could be.
“Percival?” a female voice announced, Percival wondered who could know he was here? “Percival, it is Ann, I saw you come into the inn last night” Percival opened the door only slightly revealing only his head and a half a broken smile.
“Yes, hello Ann” as Percival looked at the young woman before him he saw in her arms his cloths being held tightly by a girl who looked very eager to greet Percival.
“I saw these by the well and you are the only man in town who can have pants this size” as Ann finished she blushed and did her best not to look at Percival who’s naked thigh had moved to the entrance of the door.
“Thank you Ann, I ugh must have forgotten about them last night” Percival proceeded to gather his cloths from Ann who couldn’t help but notice between the space of Percival’s arm and torso she saw a young man fast asleep on a bed resting comfortably. The pain registered on Ann’s face; she was hurt, confused, and surprised. Percival turned his head in the direction of where Ann had looked and saw Dante lying on the bed, he turned to Ann and tried to explain himself but Ann seemed to understand.
“Ann, it is not what it seems” Percival grabbed the rest of his cloths and covered his midsection as he opened the door fully feeling the cool morning breeze hit his body. “I was rather drunk and I knew I was going to need/”
“There is no need to explain” interrupted Ann “all the girls in the village seemed to think you different when you never courted any of us properly, always in the company of men” tears began to fall down Ann’s face, she had grown quite angry at herself for revealing her true feelings to Percival. Percival seeing the tears in her eyes realized that Ann had been in love with him; he couldn’t help but pity her, Ann seeing how Percival looked at her, she lost control and pushed her way into the room and grabbed a jug of water that had been put in the room and threw it on Dante.
Dante who had not heard the door open or the subtle weeping of a woman woke from a jerk as water hit his face and startled him. This involuntary reaction caused him to use a defensive spell on those around him; this defensive reaction blew the water jug to pieces and caused both Percival and Ann to be pushed away from Dante. As Dante caught his breath he realized what he had done and saw the look on the young woman’s eyes as she got herself off the floor.
“You have magic” said Ann “you are a warlock, now I know how Percival was tricked into bed with you, your kind is not welcome here, you and your disgusting ways!”
“Well if you are the prettiest girl in town I can see why he would rather share a bed with me, than share one with you” Dante was very angry and let the spiteful words fly from his mouth. Ann’s face and grown from disgust to uncontrollable anger, she ran from the room and proceeded to scream calling for the village elders to condemn a warlock. Dante knew this as the time to leave; he gathered what cloths and bags where in reach, reached for his shoes and began to exit the room when he found the feet of Percival and fell on top of his body. Neither knew what hit them, Percival only moments ago felt a force throw him backwards onto the floor and another moment later he felt a body fall on top of him and all he could smell was the faint sent of pine. Dante opened his eyes and saw the bare chest and face of Percival staring back at him, remembering now that Percival was still naked he could feel more than he wanted of Percival at the moment, especially in this rushed moment of escape.
There were no words that could form from Dante’s mouth; he was angry for letting Percival lay in bed beside him, he saw Percival’s eyes lost and confused, and he forgot why he was in such a rush. “I know a way into the forest that the villagers will not take it will lead you far from them” Percival spoke with a hushed urgency and picked himself and Dante up with such speed and strength that Dante did not know he was up right until Percival was half way dressed urging him to get a move on.
Far in the distance Dante could hear the growing rumble of voices and feet, he knew he only had moments, he followed Percival through every turn not diverging for a moment nor falling behind.
“Will they kill me?” questioned Dante.
“Given the chance, they will, fear is all too common here” replied Percival “and the young woman you angered is the daughter of the town leader who owns the inn, she will get her way”. After it seemed as if an hour had passed their pace had slowed no longer urgent but weary, they both preceded not stopping for a moment. Once Dante had caught his breath he began to process the squabble with the inn keeper’s daughter and wondered.
“Why did this woman throw water at me, I am sure I didn’t anger her by sleeping?”
Percival did not respond
“Why would she be so enraged by me for just sleeping in a room with you and why had she thought that we were sharing a bed in a carnal way?”
Again Percival did not respond, Dante lost his patience with his savior “What did you say to her to make her think we were together in that way?
“It was not what I said, it was how I looked at her” Percival finally turned and looked at Dante “Ann, had been pursing me for quite some time, I never reciprocated in the proper manner and for her this situation she caught me in must have been the last straw to her ego” Percival turned and began walking again.
“But you should have explained to her that you were just too drunk to make it home”
“My home is only a few houses away from the inn” interrupted Percival with a frustrated anger, “I did not realize my intentions, until Ann explained them to me” he paused “I do enjoy the company of men, not just in sport and training, but in intimate company as well. I saw you arriving into town and I let my inner desires rule me. I have never expressed my feelings for another man, I found an attraction toward you, you were the only person I have every shared a bed with and I enjoyed it”. Dante caught the faint site of a tear on Percival’s cheek he was truly surprised that Percival would think him an attractive bed fellow.
“Percival, I” began Dante.
“Dante, please” interrupted Percival again, “I am a fool, I barely remembered your name this morning, I used you, I am different from other men I desire something that is not natural, and I used your magic to save me”
Dante dropped his bags and rushed in front of Percival jumping, putting his arms around Percival’s neck and pressed a kiss onto Percival’s lips feeling his tear soaked face.
It was a moment, which could have been a lifetime, without hesitation Percival wrapped his arms around Dante supporting him to keep him leveled. They both released each other at the same time reaching for air; Percival let Dante slide slowly down, and he could not help but look deep into Dante’s eyes. Dante seeing straight into Percival’s eyes couldn’t help but look away afraid that Percival would see something he did not like.
“Thank you” replied Percival
Finding the courage to look back Dante saw the smile on Percival’s face and smiled back and replied by blushing.
As both regained their composure they knew a task must be accomplished; Dante grabbed his bags and began to walk ahead of Percival.
“Where are you headed, I do not think I asked that question the night before”
“I am headed to Camelot”
This surprised Percival more than the kiss “I do not understand that is where Uther rules, if he finds you practicing magic you will surely be killed”.
“There is one in Camelot, so I am told, who practices magic under Uther’s roof and uses it to protect Camelot and the future king. I go because I wish to grow and learn in the magical arts and to protect those that fear me”.
“It sounds mad” Percival relied, “you should hide in a far off country where Uther’s power will not reach you and you will be safe”.
“It is my decision Percival, for if I can help in allowing other’s to see that magic can be used for good, and then I can save future wizards, magicians, warlocks, whatever they call us, freaks of nature”. As Dante finished he noticed Percival taken aback by his words and realized why he had asked Dante to go into hiding; he cared for him and familiar with Uther’s grasp he knew Dante would be killed if he was ever discovered. “I apologize, I have spent too many years hiding and always in fear of being found out. I may be going into the lion’s den, but at least I go prepared and without fear.
“You are either fearless or very stupid” replied Percival.
“I must be many things today; stupid, fearless, a warlock, and apparently I dash dreams of women who wish to call you husband”.
“She is a selfish cow; even if I preferred the intimate company of women she would not attract me in the least”. This made Dante laugh which in turn made Percival laugh and the tension of fear was lessened. Percival lead on deeper through the forest, knowing this land very well for it was his sense in adventure that allowed him to explore this land for hours and to discover a road unknown. As they proceeded down the road Dante knew he was coming to the end of his time with Percival, he was lost in thought wondering if he should invite him, he knew he would enjoy his company in Camelot.
“It seems we have come to the end of our journey” said Percival as he stopped and turned to look at Dante. Dante paused knowing that Percival wanted him to say something but he could not find the words until he turned and looked into Percival’s eyes, deep blue, wide and thoughtful, full of concern.
“Yes it seems we have. Camelot can be a good experience; you can learn to become a knight” Dante said this with a specific intention of having Percival come with him.
“Become a knight of Camelot? That sounds interesting” said Percival doubting the possibility of becoming a noble soldier of a kingdom.
“It is not that farfetched to become a knight, you are quite large and you seem ready for battle and have proven yourself to be noble”.
“Knighthood would not be for me, in my village, I am needed especially for my family, but thank you for offering”.
With that Dante knew Percival would not go with him though he was hurt he knew Percival had done it with good intentions. He could not very well leave those he loved for he was their protector especially with those that wished to use magic to harm. Dante knew what gift would be suitable, without asking, for he knew Percival would refuse, Dante grabbed Percival’s sword and began to enchant it. It was of a strong making and just heavy enough that only Percival could wield it.
“What are you doing?” asked Percival
“Be quite Percival I am attempting to enchant your sword, so that when you wield it, it will win the battle against the greatest warrior or overpower ten men. Before you argue with me you are quite capable but I wish to give you a gift so that you may be safe from harm. Now please be quite so I may properly finish this enchantment. Percival stood very still angry for he knew magic was an unfair advantage, but he could not help himself from smiling just a bit because he knew Dante was doing this for him. Percival stared at Dante admiring how proud he stood even though he was a short man, compared to Percival. This new respect was combined with his ever growing attraction to Dante and solidified a deepening emotional connection to him. The sword that Dante held began to glow brighter and brighter, there was a small noise as if metal was being pressed together, it was the sound of metal becoming strong. Percival could only hear a few mumbled words coming from Dante’s mouth it was in a language he did not understand and to Dante it was one he did not fully understand himself.
“Avrenim sselb siht drows dnefed esoht eh stcetorp dna evah rewop ot elttab na ymene regnorts naht mih.”
As the glowing of the sword subsided, Dante’s mumbled words flew away into the forest becoming lost in the deep woods. Dante turned and looked at Percival who seemed eerily calm for someone who just witnessed magic in full force. “Here is your sword, it will protect you and defend those that you love, only harming those of your enemy, but I cannot guarantee that it will break any armor.” Dante handed the sword to Percival who noticed the sword seemed heavy but light in just one hand.
“Thank you Dante, it has been an interesting adventure meeting you, sharing a bed with you and protecting you and in that order” Percival placed his sword back in his sheath and approached Dante grabbing him by his arms and placing another kiss on Dante, this time it was much longer and held more confidence with both men.
Extended Doctor Who Trailer. My happiness in only tempered because my brother will not be with me to see it. Will have to wait until near the end of December double drat.
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I agree! The Best.
"Merlin. Thank you."
This moment just made me cry. Oh, all my emotions.
Fili + Kili in synch
Just like my brother and me, except the whole handsome gorgeous thing and sword fighting part.
Okay now that’s just adorable!
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[6/8] Shirley Bennett