Love me like you do (Gwaine x Lancelot | Lancelot/Gwaine)

Chapter 2

Next chapter! I don't know if I like this one very much, seems really messy and I might withdraw and change it a bit in the future depending on how the story progresses. But enjoy anyway! :)

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Lancelot's eyes flickered open and he rubbed them fiercely to wake himself up. He glanced up at the window and squinted as the sunlight streamed through and created a pool of light on his bed. The knight stretched his arms up above his head and let out a yawn, he reached as high as he could and then let them fall back down, running them through his tousled, curly brown hair then down his cheeks and throat, flinching slightly at his stubble. 

He swung his legs over the side of the bed and heaved himself out, standing rigidly for a moment before his muscles relaxed and took the time to examine his reflection in the small mirror on the side.

'Lancelot' He announced quietly to his reflection, 'my name is Lancelot, I-'
he exhaled deeply not finishing his sentence. Even talking to himself was difficult. The words were all there but he didn't want to say them. Didn't want to admit. 

He tried again, opening his mouth again but only silence filled the room. He groaned, rubbing the back of his neck roughly with a hand and began pacing around the room. Why was it so difficult to say? He collapsed on the bed,covering his face with his hands and muttering angrily to himself.

'Lancelot? Are you awake? Percival is here' There was a pause. 'shall I tell him to call later?'

Lancelot heaved himself out of bed as he heard Merlin's voice and pulled on a loose white shirt to cover his bare chest. He stepped out of his room to where Merlin and Percival were quietly chatting to one another. At the sound of his footsteps Merlin turned to greet him.

'Ah you're awake. Do you want breakfast before you leave? ' Lancelot inspected the bowl of white mush on the table and decided not. However nice gaius was, he didn't exactly make brilliant food.

'No thank you Merlin, I don't want to keep Percival waiting.' He smiled at the taller man who nodded at him gratefully and led the way out of Gaius' chambers.

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Lancelot was seated quietly in Percival's chambers and was currently listening to him read through a book Gaius had given them. 

After a week in Camelot Percival had sought Lancelot out, wanting his help to teach him how to read and write. Percival was a smart man, quite possibly the best tracker in Camelot and an usual source of knowledge and it came as quite a shock when he came to Lancelot with his request. Of course Lancelot had been more than happy to agree, he was easy to work with and seemed to be picking it up quickly. Percival was determined to master it in less then a season and worked with Lancelot as often as he could, he read books in his spare time and kept a diary for Lancelot to read through and keep a check on his writing skills. 

Lancelot felt as proud as if he was his own son and took great care of the bigger knight as if he was. It felt good to help someone else and Percival was a kind man who'd help anyone so returning the favour for everyone seemed only too good.

 Percival had spent the first half an hour of today's lesson writing, Lancelot had already shown him all the letters and letter combinations as well as some simple words already, so now he was working on teaching him how to write sentences. The bigger knight worked through it steadily under Lancelot's watch, taking his time and reading through it as he went and making aure it made sense. 

When he'd finished, Lancelot corrected any mistakes he had made with spelling or misuse of words and handed the paper back and Percival face shone as he examined Lancelot's notes and it was clear to Lancelot how much it meant to him.