Short Stories: Love

Legend Says

Arthur held Excalibur with a vice like grip. His eyes misted over with unshed tears. He can't cry now, not when he must fight. Before him stood Lancelot, his eyes blank and glazed over. He knows it's futile to yell, to scream and shout his hurts to the wind and the night sky.

Lancelot is under Morgana's spell now. He's a puppet, forced to watch his every move.

He watched with sad eyes as Lancelot brandished his sword at him, his movements barely even fluid. It's not the swift, fluid motion he normally associates with Lancelot. He truly is a puppet now.

"Lancelot, I know you're in there!" He shouted.

No reply, not even a blink. His heart twisted at this mockery of a sight.

Lancelot darted at him, his sword moving fast. Arthur dodged as best as he could, the air whistling with every jab and slice. All he needs to do to return Lancelot to normal is to slice him at least once. Excalibur is coated in the purifying water of the lake where the lady lives. As a failsafe he even has a vial of the water in case he could make Lancelot drink it.

His small distraction proved to be detrimental as Lancelot slashed him across the back. Arthur flinched at this. That will most definitely scar over once this is finished. He should focus. The vial could come later once Lancelot is disarmed.

He set to work, ducking and weaving around the swing of Lancelot's sword. He can't keep doing this forever, Arthur is fully aware of it. Already, his breath is coming out harsher and his limbs are growing tired.

He hit the wrist of Lancelot and grinned as he took the sword before his opponent could. He threw the sword away, shuddering at the feel of Morgana's magic. So the sword is of Morgana's make then.

Excalibur aimed true for when he had hit the hand, it managed to make a small cut on Lancelot's wrist.

Lancelot now stayed still, his blank eyes gazing at the night sky. Then, his hands slowly lifted up and Arthur knew something went wrong for Lancelot's hands wrapped around his neck. It seems that Morgana's influence is still there.

Knowing he lacked strength to stop him from choking himself, Arthur did the next best thing he could think of in such a small amount of time. He placed the water in his mouth and kissed Lancelot, his hand forcing Lancelot's mouth open in order to transfer the water. As the water travelled down Lancelot's throat, his hold weakened and it moved to clutch onto Arthur.

Arthur separated and smiled when he saw the bright and brilliant gaze of Lancelot.

"You know, if you wanted to kiss me, you could have said so earlier." Lancelot chuckled.

Arthur's smile turned into a grin at this. "Now there's the Lancelot I know!"

Lancelot turned away, becoming much more bashful, his face touched by moonlight seemed to be red. "Er- If you wish, we can always do it again."

"The fighting or the kissing?" 

Lancelot rolled his eyes."And here I was, trying to be modest. Honestly, you say you're a king but you're as crude as everyone else!"

Arthur laughed loudly, swinging an arm around Lancelot's neck he replied, "I don't mind if you don't mind."

He blinked in surprise when Lancelot kissed his nose. "Then why not now?"

His smile became soft as he leaned in.

"Alright."