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"You look tired. Have a seat?" She moved down the park bench, patting the now-open space next to her.

[sunspotnitentia]

"Greetings, Jim," Spock says as he held up two fingers to the other. "Might I inquire as to what you might be doing for your midday meal hour?"

"Hello, Spock." Jim grinned, bending slightly so that he could press a kiss to Spock's fingertips quickly before pressing two of his own fingers to them. "I honestly hadn't even thought about I was doing for it. Why, wanna do something specific?"

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Inbox me a “♡” and I will randomly generate a number between 1 and 20 and write you a drabble.

9. Jealousy

“I was just trying to get him to see that finding another love is the last thing on my mind.”

That's what Yvain had said, and for some reason the words bother Arthur, creeping through his mind when he least expects it. It's not as though it should be surprising that his newest knight has a lady waiting for him somewhere.

He's strong, loyal, honourable. He's turned quite a few heads in Camelot, though all of them apparently unnoticed by the man himself. Arthur's not unobservant, and he's heard the servants gossiping.

So why do the words plague him when he's trying to get to sleep at night?

"You should bring her to Camelot," he says, early one morning as he and Yvain stand and watch the finest of Camelot's young men training for their chance to earn the red cloak. Yvain looks confused.

"---bring who to Camelot, my lord?"

Arthur regards the genuine confusion on the man's face for a moment before he replies to the question.

"The woman that you're so gallantly waiting for," he says, gaze already wandering across the training field again, picking out those young men he intends to keep an eye on. He doesn't fail to see, however, the way the knight shifts uncomfortably next to him.

"I see."

I see? That wasn't even at attempt at answer. It was an evasion, and not a very good one.

"A little indisposed, is she?" Arthur asks, face neutral but words a little harsher than he'd intended. "Pregnant? Already married? Non-existent?"

With each questioning suggestion, Yvain flinches a little, until he wraps his hand around Arthurs arm and pulls him away from the field. Arthur protests (he's the king, after all, he can't be seen to be manhandled), but curiosity wins out and although he shakes off the knight's grasp, he follows on until they duck inside an armourer's tent.

Armourer and assistant are shooed out in no short order, and they bob awkward bows as they go.

"Well I hardly think that was necessary," Arthur comments, and he hears as though from a distance the same arrogance he wore as a younger man. It's a little surreal, and still, he can't figure out why he's acting this way.

"I will not lie to my king," Yvain says, as though he hadn't heard the comment. "If you ask me, I will tell you, but consider this: you may not want to hear the answer."

Arthur hesitates, but nods once.

"Tell me," he orders. Yvain's shoulders seem to drop just a little, as though he's disappointed.

"I wait for no lady," he says, gravely.

"So why did you tell me that you--" Arthur begins to interrupt, but Yvain raises a hand that inexplicably manages to silence the king, to his own surprise.

"I wait for no lady," he repeats, just as grave a new emphasis shedding light to the words. "The love you heard me speak of was a man. Where I come from, this is not so unnatural as your people consider."

His gaze shifts away, and his jaw is tight. It's clear he's expecting some kind of rejection, some kind of punishment for his admission. Arthur, in the muddle of trying to work out how to react, can't help but admire the man's bravery.

"He was the love I spoke of."

Through the chaos of Arthur's thoughts, one thing registers.

"Was?" A silence, short and heavy.

"No longer," Yvain says, unable to meet Arthur's eyes. "He went where I could not follow."

At once, the heavy, roiling confusion of the past days is stripped away, and Arthur is given a new kind of clarity as the jealousy -- for that's what it had been, whether for the affections of the man or merely for his loyalty -- dropped away to be replaced by the sharpest sort of pity.

"I ---- I am sorry, Yvain."

Yvain raises his gaze, focuses on his king's face for a moment in wait of some sort of insult or rejection that will not come.

"Do not be," he says, gently. "Ours is a love that outlasts death."

And perhaps Arthur should have noticed that, then. Ours is a love. Not ours was a love, or mine is a love. Ours. Was.

But he's too preoccupied with trying to tuck the last remnants of this petty jealousy away inside of himself, trying to remember that a man has more loyalties than just to his king.

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