#grailsought

[forthegrail]

grailsought replied to your post: Sorry folks Dems the rules. im first in line *blush*

“They’re made and dressed with love. I am too but i’m not on the menu today.Maybe just for you” 

[arondightlight]

grailsought

  “Why does this sound like some of those doujins...

*softly and in disbelief* what…?

“It actually was written well enough to stand as own novel from the volume I read of the series but young girls wearing frilly outfits fighting with magic and guns seems to be popular for the modern era reader. Just imagine Dress of Heaven having Assassin Emiya’s weapons and you’ll have good idea on who the world of this series functions.”

Since the King (as Santa) and Guinerve already found out, might as well dig is own grave and bury himself totally with Galahad. 

[loyalbreed]

grailsought replied to your post: “I do not... Necessarily wish to go out into the beach, let alone the...”:

He fidgets for a moment. "No, I--." Galahad looks up towards Gawain then off to the side. "I cannot swim." He whispers.

  Gawain began dragging him by his collar. ❝   Let us go for a swim then.    ❞ 

[arondightlight]

"I wish we had had more time together."

It was amazing how much power words could have when spoken by a certain person. He knew he was far from the ideal Father, yet to hear Galahad still wished to spend time with him - no, even wanted more time with shook him to the core. He had seen his son as more angel than human, sent by God for a mission rather than to live life as a flawed human like himself. Tired eyes met pure ones as Knight of the Lake couldn’t bring himself to look away. He couldn’t turn away from that face this time around. He always thought a family meant he couldn’t devote his life to his King and Queen wholeheartedly, yet at this very moment, a deep part of him was overjoyed by Galahad’s words to him.

“I wish the same. I saw you more as an angel from our Lord and Savior rather than being simply being a son of my flesh. I foolishly believed that you didn’t need me due to your purity and relationship with our heavenly father. I was wrong. You still were human, you lived like one and died just like any other.”  

His body moved on it’s own as it reached out to hold Galahad by his shoulders before fully embracing the young knight in a hug. 

“I did shed tears when I learned of your death. I won’t excuse myself for how I failed you in life. Though now as servants, we another chance. I’d like to not waste this chance to get to know my son-”, his voice cracked , he sounded as if he was struggling not to be overcome with emotion!

“-if you’ll allow me another chance, I’d like to love you like a Father should love his son, Galahad.”

@grailsought

[forthegrail]

@grailsought @arondightlight @aecorus

“Family group hug!” 

[lacobscur]

the little galahad lily hides behind his father's leg, staring intently at the path ahead.

The motion earns only a brief glance down, to check on the kid at his side. Of course he’s fine, and though he’s clinging to Berserker’s armour with a posture that gives off wariness, Galahad’s expression is set in a determined frown. He’s not running -- he’ll be a good knight with traits like that.

(Of course, Lancelot knows how Galahad ends. Fate is cyclical. But he never knew him as a child, and it’s strangely fascinating to see him like this, a preteen who hasn’t yet figured out how to hate him and actually can be observed.)

“Nothing... that comes through here. Can harm you,” Berserker intones softly, returning his attention forward. Promise implicit enough: nothing is here to be wary of, because Berserker will die before he allows the kid to be put in danger. He hand skims over the back of Galahad’s head, a gentle gesture for him to move forward with Lancelot as the Berserker resumes the path, sword at his side.

[bdvire-blog]

grailsought replied to your post: He still doesn’t understand why there are two...

softly but alarmed, “theres two of them?”

“one has the crown but then he doesn't have the crown, but then the crown is on the other one, but sometimes they both have it--”

[forthegrail]

settles to sit next to percival and closes his eyes, resting his head against his fiance's shoulder to try and get some sleep.

It had been so long since the two were together, Galahad leaving without a word for the second time left Percival at first in obscene anger then to sadness, It took both the effort of Bedivere and Gawain to help the knight to be able to play active around Chaldea again but whenever bed time rolled around that soft yet distant smile never stopped running through his thoughts. How he longed to see his lover again even for just a minute to feel his better half pressed against him reminding how good it felt to be complete. 

Already drifting off to sleep himself something odd occurred late into the night, noticing the soft embrace on his left thinking it only to be a dream or even a friend Percival embraced it openly, wrapping his arms around the unknown figure they both flopping down into bed in Percival’s hopes of waking up to a familiar face.