#1: Grass
Welcome to this little series of drabbles/oneshots. Length will vary, they may be closely connected or not, and all will be set in the same universe as The Reasons Why They Don't Know Me and The Battles We Cannot Evade (I'd use acronyms for those titles but they look ridiculous).
I'll probably post irregularly. So nothing's changed there, then. :)
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Summary: (Shout out to Skypeoplephoenix732 for giving me the idea to expand on the mention of this...incident.) During the two year period after leaving Camelot for good, Gwaine has...um, problems with his newfound abilities.
The warm sun felt nice and calming on his face as he lay in the clearing. Nearby, his bay stallion grazed peacefully.
He dozed for a while, but a bothersome fly buzzing around his face soon forced him to wake up. Sitting upright, he batted the insect away. "I guess it's time to get going, anyway." he said to the quiet woods.
As he stood up slowly, musing over how he usually had trouble relaxing these days, a patch of grass near his feet started on fire.
He yelled, and then stamped on the flames to extinguish them.
Damn magic.