Title: Tacit
Pairing:
Gawain/Galahad/(Tristan)
Rating: PG
Summary:
"Lost time is never found again."
Dedication:
ladylalaith,
for her birthday.
He finds Gawain standing by Tristan's grave, eyes turned not to the ground but skyward, watching as the grey clouds gather overhead. The beauty of the rolling, untamed, natural movements of the sky above - the beauty of the wildness - reminds him of Tristan. Reminds him of Tristan's beauty.
A light hand placed on Gawain's shoulder alerts Gawain to his presence, but Gawain doesn't move except to close his eyes and lean slightly into the touch as the rain slowly begins to fall - as the rain begins to wash away their facades.
And the tears that had refused to fall, the feelings that had refused to be acknowledged, the things that had been left unsaid were gently flooded out, as the rain caresses their bodies and their souls.
Slowly Gawain turns to look him in the eyes, hand reaching out to cup his cheek.
"I love you."
But I loved him too.
"I know," he replies, to the things both said and unsaid.
And I cared.
He turns his head, kissing Gawain's palm.
It's alright to grieve.
"I don't want to lose anymore time."
Because lost time is never found again.
"I know that too." And he draws Gawain closer, claiming a soft kiss. "And I have done enough waiting."
For things that now can never be.
He touches his forehead tenderly to Gawain's. "We waited too long."
"No more waiting."
And their lips meet again; actions, bodies and hearts saying what they did not know how to put into words.
Hold
onto the moment and live in it. Because life is too precious,
too fragile. Know that I love you.