⬛ ⬛ ⬛ 「 Galahad was a refined man, someone to whom Gawain admired quite fiercely in his time living with the Round. It did not help that the man was someone of Lancelots son, a man to whom Gawain admired above all else when times in their life were far more supple and kind. He adored them, the family like they were his own and if anyone truly understood much of the Knight. It was for certain, he was a family man.
There was disconcert when faced with Shielder, this wasn't the Galahad he knew and loved as a brother. However, a girl who held the liking toward what Galahad stood for. Yet she was not he. To this simply fact the Knight understood well, and if anything he could see why he entrusted her with his livelihood. Gawain felt himself think often of the things of their past, how he died due to the gash the other had left upon him. Yet, he felt it fitting. That would be the way I would die, eyes often catching sight of a silhouette of the man he knew well of. Yet the imagery would always fade. Instead before him would stand the brimming girl filled with an unimaginable brightness that would implore you to smile at her. To say the least, Gawain felt the desire and inert need to dot over her when he can. Protect her and thank her for things she may not understand.
Although his dotting suffice to say, would more or less be in tangent to shadowing her and allowing for things to be available to her when they need be. Or standing before her when battles would commence, often he would speak to her in warmth but there were oft times he would not... As if there was something he wished to connect more too, but knew better than to shoulder the girl in anything else.
The shame of his antics within Camelot still ride within his heart. Suffice to say, even if he believed he was in the right of mind and right of way. To bring possible harm to Galahad in whatever way, was not an inherent thing he wished to do over.... And over. Especially considering what occurred in his time there... Yet here he was wishing to also make up toward it in his own ways.
Shielder was a quiet girl, an introvert Gawain would often think of her like this. It was not often she would be seen parading herself about with others who were loud. Rather, she was always in the midst of the parade, smiling like the emerald jewels that lit up beaming within the brightness of her eyes. Though when it was just her. The girl was a gentle lamb, even now was the case as her steps were light. She ware a bare whisper in the settings. Gawain always keeping mind of her when he saw her.
Though he had not note of her until his head had tilted toward her direction. The shivers of her figure was very well dictating she was cold--Honestly. The male thought to himself, having drew pause in his direction. Watching toward where she as heading,
❝ You truly are foolish at times... Are you getting tea? This
late in the evening? ❞
Gawain had enwrapped her figure within the confines of his cloak. Nearly scooping her up within his arms though he thought it would be rude to do so right away. Having simply scooped her presence within the warmth of his own. 」 ⬛ ⬛ ⬛
