Perceval: A Fictional Narrative

On a breathtaking autumn afternoon by the lake in Camelot, the sun shone down through the tree canopy and reflected off the calm surface of the water. Oblivious to the natural beauty surrounding him, Percival prepared to fall on his sword. He wondered if he should leave a note explaining why he had taken his life, but he decided against it. Let his fellow knights and King Arthur remember him fondly. He hoped they'd recall Perceval as an honorable man.

Abstractedly, he stared across the water at a deer feeding on the last of the season’s tender leaves. What he would give to be that deer, innocent, not burdened with wretched secrets. Gods, Perceval's heart ached. The magic he possessed...he tried to tamp it down for so long. He’d maintained …show more content…
“This is incredible! What else can you do?”

Percival absorbed Gwaine’s words. Gwaine wasn't angry or horrified. He sounded pleased, excited, even. “I can do whatever I need to, really.”

“Can you summon a roast goose? Wine? Can you mend my trousers with an enchanted needle?” He let out a genuine laugh. “I’m joking, Percival. But I always knew something special about you, wasn't sure it was magic, though.”

“It’s not just magic. I have...other problems.”

“Bigger problems than having magic in a kingdom where being a sorcerer is a crime punishable by beheading? I cannot wait to hear this.”

“This is not a joke, Gwaine.”

The smile dropped off Gwaine's face. “I know it's not. Though you must know I will take your secret, or secrets, to my grave. You understand that, don't you? I would never forsake our friendship. If you don’t realize that, you don’t know me at all.”

“I trust you, but it’s complicated.”

“How complicated can it be? Just tell me.”

Percival started into the searching brown eyes of the man he cared for above all others. When Percival admitted the depth of his feelings, Gwaine would be disgusted. Gwaine would march off, his skin crawling with revulsion. Their friendship would never survive, and then Percival could go off and die on his …show more content…
“A little flirting and exaggerated storytelling go a long way. People believe what they're told. But I was just waiting for you.”

Gwaine loved him? It seemed unbelievable. “I'm stunned.”

“Stunned is better than dead. Now you can forget all this killing yourself nonsense and return to the castle with me.”

“But...what are we going to do? We can't tell people about us, nor about my magic.”

“Percival, we'll make excuses about your magic, if we need to, but, as you’ve seen, people are mostly oblivious to unusual goings-on around them. And you think we're the first men to share a bed? Hardly. We’ll use discretion and invite women into our rooms from time to time to dispel suspicion. It works; trust me.”

“Wait,” drawled Percival, “did you say, ‘share a bed’? Is that what we're going to do? Today?”

“You bet your arse, it is.” Gwaine's leaned forward and his lips grazed the sensitive skin of Percival’s neck. “I'm not waiting another day to have you.”

They shared another kiss, then walked back to the castle on separate paths, meeting once again in Gwaine's bedchamber after ensuring the corridor was

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