knightofthelake:
✽┊ Lancelot was so used to his armor he almost didn’t take it off when he was about to go to bed. It brought him comfort & without it he felt naked, empty, vulnerable. That’s why he’s happy they were all required to wear their armor at all times (unless there’s a party of some sort.) Perhaps he’s a bit odd, but this felt the most comfortable to him. He wanted to be ready for anything. At all times.
“Fine.” Sometimes he spoiled his son a bit too much, but it was his way of showing his love. Galahad was all he had. “But.. go easy on my rings.” Although work pays well, he has no money to.. buy a new horse or anything. “We also need to figure out what we want to eat today.” Lancelot wasn’t a great cook by any means but he knew the basics. And he had learned to make some delicious soup (in his opinion anyway.)
As they walked towards the market area, Lancelot kept a close eye on Galahad. He didn’t need to look after him anymore, but this was a.. habit of his. When his son was just a child, he always wandered off by himself.. causing Lancelot to almost have a heart attack. Fortunately those days were over, but he still remembers running after his son like a madman. Hah, he was such a curious child back then.
“Hm. It’s a bit crowded today.” The knight lowers his visor. Hopefully he’s able to relax a bit & think about something else than work. “Now then.. Where do you want to go first?”
♦ ------ It wasn’t too often the young knight got to do something normal. In essence: enjoying the domestic pleasantries that most knights didn’t need to partake in. Servants and paupers looked up to them as the authority under the king himself, they were often seen lowly compared to them. Personally, Galahad despised the social status laws in the kingdom. It just didn’t make sense how his life was any more special compared to the beggar on the street. He never acted like that was the case.
Whether it made sense to him or not, he had a role as a knight. He just needed to step into those shoes and embrace it.
Come to think of it, though, it would be nice to have someone help Lancelot cook every once and a while. Their soup certainly tasted like... soup. He won’t take it for granted, but-- A treat like this was always something to be excited about. Galahad loved food.
“ Aaah-- can you smell that? ” The knight ignored their question. “ That’s apple roasted pork isn’t it? ” He briefly pointed in the direction of a stall that was actively smoking some meats. It had quite the crowd around, watching the artisan roast it over an open flame.
“ Let’s go over here first. ” And again completely changing direction, he began to walk. He was looking at the trading stands and the shops set up selling items and tools first. Guess his method here was to feast his eyes before he feasted his belly. That way if he let Lancelot buy anything, they knew their limits.
Not a surprise that Galahad had his golden eyes shimmering with the colors of hanging vials and gems in one of the magic stands. The sun reflected off the colored liquid vials and glasses making it look like a treasure chest. Could he use a magic potion to give a kick to his powers during battle? He thought about it.
