Title: Remember the
Rain
Pairing: Gawain/Galahad/Tristan
Dedication:
sinisterbeauty
A/N:
For the meme challenge: "...post five or ten quotes that you
think would be prime fic material, either as an actual part of the
fic or just as a springboard. Your friends come along, get inspired,
and write you drabbles or ficlets." The lyrics are from Josh
Groban, "Remember When It Rained"
"Remember when it rained?"
"It was always raining," Galahad murmurs, curling in even closer to Gawain, burying his face in his neck. Gawain smiles, hand running through Galahad's hair.
"But remember? You, me, Tristan..." he trails off, eyes drifting close in memory - and pain. Too fresh. The pain is still too fresh.
Gawain knows Galahad feels it too; his hands are balled up so tight that his finger nails must be digging into his flesh, and he's burrowed even deeper.
The memories are bittersweet now, but memories are all they have.
"First argument in the rain."
"Yeah." Galahad's voice shakes. "Just because that bastard was going to go out scouting alone. In the damned rain."
"First kisses in the rain."
"Because the bastard wouldn't shut up." There's a hitch to Galahad's breathing this time, and Gawain pulls him impossibly closer.
"First everything in the rain."
"That's because it's always raining in Britain." Gawain can feel traces of wetness on his shoulder and he brushes Galahad's hair from his forehead. To see those green eyes, wet with tears.
"We don't have to go back."
"But we do. We have to go back." So resolute. And Gawain's a little confused by it.
"I thought you hated it there. I thought you hated the rain."
"I did." And Gawain looks at him uncomprehending. Galahad's eyes flutter shut and he lets his head fall naturally to the curve of Gawain's right shoulder. "But Tristan's there. And the rain reminds me of Tristan."
Wash
away the thoughts inside
That keep my mind away from you.
No
more love and no more pride
And thoughts are all I have to
do.
"Remember when it rained?"
"I never forgot."