GALAHAD

True nobility is being superior to your former self.

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survivalcfthefittest:

He hadn’t meant to interrupt the older Galahad’s thoughts but his feet had led him almost automatically to this room. After a whole year of visiting the other man in this room, bringing him books or just giving him some company, it almost felt a bit surreal to see him dressed in that suit, probably about to say goodbye to this room for forever and the Statesman HQ for now as well.

Rubbing the back of his neck, Tequila gave the other man a slightly embarrassed look, “Ah thought it would make things a bit easier for ya… after it seemed lika ya memories wouldn’t return. Ginge’ seemed ta agree with me so…” In other words, yes, it had been intentional. He wondered if this version of his (dare he say it?) friend would take it badly or not…

There was a slight lift of the corner of his lips. It was refreshing to be told the truth and even more refreshing to be able to fully believe it. Tequila from his memory was always an honest man around him. Harry wondered how long that honesty would remain.

“Afraid you might...blow my mind if you offered me editions from the twenty-first century?”

He took a seat upon a familiar small bed and looked up expectantly for Tequila to follow suit as was custom for the two of them. For a moment, he almost looked like the lepidopterist from the past year (albeit much better dressed).

“I never did thank you for your patience with me. I bored you to tears more than once.”

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are you just randomly writing starters to random blogs?

I am haphazardly pushing out starters for people that are following this sideblog, yes.

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@fearofmercy

Galahad grunted, landing unkindly on his back when the explosion knocked both him and Tristan off their feet. His hands automatically went forward, catching her by the waist--

--or not.

Were his lenses not cracked and his ears not ringing, perhaps he might think of how many different ways Arthur would mutilate him and his offending arm were he ever to find out where he managed to catch the beloved King relation by.

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@scotborn

He did not look behind him when he pushed the cab door shut. He knew the leather was stained and the cleaning and detailing would be extensive. He had no mind for any of those small details. The point was he was returned with his tie still straight and his shirt, albeit rumpled, still clean on the front. If his back was damp and the pinstripes irregular from the unsightly rips, he could pretend for a few moments longer in the dimness of the night that nothing was amiss.

Pretend just long enough to push past the man currently blocking his doorway.

“There is no need for such a warm welcome, Merlin.”  He offered the humourless man before him a bright, delighted smile.

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@upstatespirits

His neck throbbed before he caught sight of the man. 

Danger, his instincts screamed. Traitor!

None of that discomfort showed in his cool glance when he turned to greet the newcomer that strode into the renovated London shop. 

“I hope you have not come for a ski suit,” came the quip he could not keep to himself. 

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@survivalcfthefittest

The room was another nostalgia piece to put along the rest. He kept his hands at his sides, his fingers twitching minutely whenever his curious eye caught one or two naive and frankly incorrect notes alongside a few of the earlier sketches of butterflies in the far corner of the white-padded room. 

It was surreal to think he spent any time within such confines, content to his studies, humming as he painstakingly painted each line of a wing.

To think there was once a man that could be so content, so happy with such a simplistic existence. His eye shone brightly at the thought. 

“The editions you brought to me were several decades behind.” Was there a crack in his voice? 

Harry turned his head, catching sight of a familiar bulky silhouette. Tequila, he recalled. A man he once considered friendly if not a friend.

“Was that intentional?”

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"Galahad.” Pride melded with a touch of humour in greeting.

Harry’s expression remained neutral save for a single almost-lift of one brow. Blunt fingertips followed his single eye down tot he knot of the young man’s tie--regrettably askew!

“One must never permit any portion of their suit to appear untidy before company.” Three fingers remained where they were, pressed against the offending spot. 

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