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With the commotion going on and Lancelot not giving a fuck about what's happening, he turns his head in the direction which he shouldn't have.
You.
Lancelot is paused in his thoughts, he reaches his hand up to his mouth, you didn't know anything from that night. You didn't know that he enjoyed that kiss shared between the both of you. You weren't supposed to know anyway yet his heart yearned for you to know or share those feelings with you. To share the awkwardness.
Your touch was plastered over his body, your hand on his chin, the way your body was sacked over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes, those sweet, sweet lips of yours embedding itself into his lips, him wanting more.
Ever since you woke up from your day full of slumber he knew he couldn't stop looking at you, constantly staring at you and your attire, you looked oddly amazing.
All he gathers from you is that you need to be his. He craved your touch, your voice and your annoyingly sweet scent that he can't get out his nose. Thoughts of you and the image of you had him greedy. Greedy for you.
He hated it. Hated how these feelings toward you made so much of an impact on him. An impact on how he wishes his fate would be decided. He didn't want to love Guinevere, he wanted to love you.
He was cursing to himself during the complicated battle that was sure to take place sooner or later, even despite the battle that could kill him, he was undergoing complicated thoughts about you.
He knew what he was going to do, the plan clicked in his mind after a glance at the ways your eyes fluttered around, to him.
As everyone prepared for the slaughter of death amongst the enemies, he prepared himself to talk to you.
..💗
You panicked to yourself as the doorway to Camelot was in front of all of you but the imprisonment of Gaiwan made a hard decision to choose to leave one of the most powerful team players and journey on to fight the dark king or to choose your friend over the sake of humanity.
You chose the ladder option.
You couldn't leave one of the most powerful people you know currently to rot with the even more rotten beings having her in a chokehold. Without Gaiwan you would all fail miserably; except for Lancelot. He was a different story.
You knew his eyes were continuously on you. Darting on you even before you guys interacted after the stupid mistake Astra pulled in your body.
Lancelot didn't seem awkward though nor angry. You knew his fate with Guinevere was infinite so why bother even falling in love with him?
Your feelings were undecided for Lancelot. Did you see him as a friend? A teammate or a lover?
