#c:gawain

[galahadsrpboy]

@davidkarofskyindie

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To say Wayne was surprised by the other man turning up at his door was an understatement. It was not an unpleasant surprise but it was a surprise. He looked over the other man. "You sure you are meant for this room?" he asked "I'm not a VIP or anything, Just a guy on holiday" he said but he stepped back letting the hot muscular blond come into his room. It was probably stupid but Wayne was attracted to the other man.

[galahadsboy]

muse: Sir Gawain

open: men (Arhturian based)

Plot: Gawain has been riding and stops at an inn for dinner and company on the road

Gawain stabled his horse and made sure there was fresh hay. His horse deserved the best for the ride that he had done for the last few days. Luckily there was an inn which the knights coin had paid for a room and a meal. He walked in to find a couple of others in the tavern as he sat unlacing his leather tunic and letting body relax from the nights on the road as his meal came out.

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DAY 6: AVATAR

The Dark does not hunger. The Dark does not cradle.

The Dark answers, and the Dark calls.

/

The first of the children who earns them the name of Saintsmaker watches them wait; she may be a Heart-Seer, and she may not. They are not yet certain. She watches the world with a Heart-Seer’s eyes; it is said, too, that she has been found in a trance outside the catacombs—where the air is yet thick with the primal’s aether, even years after its slaying—but she has not yet spoken a prophecy.

The Saintsmaker does not need her to. They have their own prophecies to speak enough, become more vivid than ever in the child’s proximity. In truth, they have taken her into their keeping for the rumour of the catacombs alone: even without a Heart-Seer’s gift, she is an amplifier. Of this they are certain.

When the Dark speaks, it is their duty to listen. In the catacombs it has whispered her into being, called her to its bosom as it once called the Saintsmaker themself.

In the time when they were still purely and utterly flesh and bone. In the time before Blackram’s callous, misguided usurping of the Dark. Now, their right hand is cold and unfeeling—but sensate in its own ways—where Blackram’s was death. 

Never will it rot. The Dark will ever live on in the hand they have given to it; they will reclaim it if they must purge the catacombs of Blackram’s primal with their own.

Their little would-be saint says, “What are we waiting for?”

And the Saintsmaker replies, “Why do you say we are waiting?”

“Because you are.”

There: the Dark shows itself through her. She stares at the Saintsmaker as though they are every question and every answer.

“We are waiting, child,” they say, touching their right hand to her hair, “for the blood of the first martyr to return home. And it will, in due time.”

/

“I feel like I’m doing some kind of wrong,” Gawain confessed.

“To the boy,” Avis asked keenly, ripping up the last of the bloodstained floorboards, “or to Wulf?”

“I— Both? Wulf? I’m worried he’ll see it as a betrayal. Like we’re getting rid of…”

“I don’t know about you, Gav, but if I died in a tavern, I wouldn’t want a bunch of drunk bastards trampling and spitting and spilling ale over the place I died. And if I owned a tavern—which Wulfric does—I wouldn’t want to have a blood-covered floor welcoming folks in.”

“I know,” Gawain sighed.

“And maybe it isn’t fair to say, but if Wulf wanted to have a say in what we do up here, he’d have stayed,” Avis said—a remnant of bitterness, of hurt.

Gawain met this with a dark look. “No, it isn’t fair.”

“Well, it’s done. We’re all going to have to live with it.”

He considered the pile of blood-dark wood a moment, then said, “Best burn them. So all of him can rest.”

Avis nodded as she rose, dusting her hands off.

“We could ask Wulf if he wants to be there. He didn’t even show up to the funeral.”

If he hadn’t even been able to get himself up a hill, Avis had no high hopes for Wulfric crawling out from whatever hole he’d slunk into in his grief now, but she didn’t say that. She just put a hand on Gawain’s shoulder and said, “Let’s put them outside while I finish up here, yeah? Then we’ll go look for him.”

Gawain helped her carry out the old wood into the alley, and they laid the new floorboards together, clean and quick. The new wood was far paler than the old, unworn and untouched by years of sun; once Gawain pushed himself up to stand and considered their work, he took the sight in with growing unease. Maybe the blood was gone, but the place wouldn’t let go of the boy Marco’s death. It would not let it be forgotten.

When they returned outside, the bloodstained boards were gone.

/

“See?” says the Saintsmaker, both hands on their little saint’s shoulders. They stand together on the edge of the Saintsmaker’s territory, watching as the martyr’s blood returns home. “It is as I said.”

“How did you get them to find it?” asks the child.

“I did nothing of the sort, my dear; my hands were still, and did not toil towards an end. I only knew he would come back to us.”

“How?”

“I listened to the Dark.”

[galahadsrpboy]

@themysticcircle

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Wayne had splurged and got himself the VIP package. He did not realize that that package came with cute boys who knocked on his door in the evening. "Sorry I was just in the spa" he said trying to explain his dress. "Um... I dont know" he said adjusting his robe. "What sort of..." he started then looked around. "Do you want to come in and let me think" he said "Maybe give me a run down of what is on offer" he said stepping back allowing the other to enter his room if he wanted"

[galahadsrpboy]

@divineandmundane

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Wayne moaned as his cock slid deeper into the younger man. He thrust to get deeper a couple of times but was soon balls deep in the warm wetness of the others hole. "If I could finish every shift like this I'd be happy" he said as he started to fuck into him

[galahadsboy]

@davidkarofskyindie

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Wayne grinned running his hand over the other mans ass. "Lets go to bed. Its okay as long as we don't leave crumbs" he said with a grin spanking the younger man before walking out grabbing a towel and drying himself off looking back with a wink.

[galahadsboy]

@needxaxhero​

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The tavern was stuffy and hot normally, but the night was unusually fair and Bash had convinced his mother to open all the windows to let in the fresh air. Though the travellers were few this evening he was still enjoying himself, taking his time as he helped the few that were there. “Ser. Your meal for the evening. Please let me know if you want any seconds.” After his sister had been married off Sebastian decided it was his job to serve in the inn, at least until his younger sister become old enough. “And I made the bread myself it’s fresh as well.”

“Thank you” he said with a grin as the boy placed his meal in front of him. “It looks wonderful, particularly after days on the road.” he said looking over the boy. “Say boy bring me another tankard of ale” he said though his current was still full.

[galahadsboy]

@davidkarofskyindie

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Wayne grinned as he slowly thrust deeper and deeper into him. running his hand over the other mans body as he did. "Well you deserve to feel good. You are perfect and you should see how much I care Tim" he said as he finally bottomed out.