Title:
Do not stand at my grave and weep
Summery:
Arthur died in the last battle with the Saxons, this tells how
everyone deals with it
Pairing:
Lancelot/Arthur Arthur/Guinevere
AU
Disclaimer:
work of fiction here people
Rating:
PG (cause of slash)
Feedback:
I would like feedback and I don't mind critical analysis of my work
either
Notes:
My first attempt at KA fic so I hope it wasn't too bad.
He
could not breathe. Desperately he clawed at his tunic, willing air
into his failing lungs as he stared down into the dull lifeless eyes
of his commander. The great knight Arthur lay beside his fallen
brother, forever in peace.
Lancelot
swept angrily at his eyes, but when he inspected his wrist, he found
the skin dry, and still covered with blood. He was not crying.
He felt grief well up inside of him so strong, it almost scared him, the edges of his vision were closing in, just allowing him enough light to see the man he loved fallen.
Guinevere
looked on; her own eyes moist, harsh slashes of pale skin amidst the
heavy blue make-up. Lancelot looked up and locked eyes on her and for
the first time they understood one another.
He
had never believed Guinevere had loved his best friend, but as he
watched as she gently drew her hand over his face, closing his eyes,
the warrior women's body heaved with sobs.
He felt a heavy hand on his back and looked up to see Bors staring down at him, the man thought he understood his grief.
"I
know you have lost your best friend Lancelot but you have to..."
the words died away, and Lancelot could barely hear the man anymore.
He
wanted to scream, to let loose the demon that had been born in his
breast he wanted to run and run until he collapsed. He had neither
the strength or will to do so.
His love for Arthur had remained a secret even from Arthur, now as he held Arthur in his arms, felt the deadweight and caressed the mottled skin he knew he had to be truthful. Now at last.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Is your God happy now? After all this destruction?" Lancelot demanded of his leader.
"Is this what He wanted?"
Slowly the remaining knights drew away, uncomfortable in sharing Lancelot's sorrow. Guinevere remained until Bors nodded to her. Reluctantly she walked away, pressing a fervent kiss before she left.
His rage spent Lancelot drew his hand over the face of the man he loved, committing it all to memory.
"You should have just gone Arthur. To be free is the greatest gift"
No tears yet.
He remembered Arthur's words to him, long ago 'If I should die in battle, know I did so out of loyalty and duty. Do not weep for me brothers; I will be far from where I have fallen. I will always be with you'
Lancelot remembered those words now, ringing in his ears, with demented intensity.
"I love you. But I'm so angry at you right now" there the first gentle prick of tears.
He lowered his head, gently pressing his lips to Arthur's lingeringly as he had wanted to do so in life. When he drew apart, he hefted the body onto an awaiting horse.
The graves were marked by swords, Lancelot slowly came forward and planet Excalibur in the ground on Arthur's mound. Beside him Guinevere stood aloof, dressed in a dark blue gown, her eyes far towards the sea, her outward appearance shimmered in Lancelot's eyes as he realized he was weeping.
They
shared a look as Lancelot stood beside her, both bound by the love
they shared for their fallen hero.
And
as the knights finally saluted their commander Lancelot felt
Guinevere squeeze his fingers slightly.
Lancelot looked up to the sky, which remained a flawless blue and managed a smile. Arthur was not in the ground but with his God.
Lancelot hoped it was all Arthur wanted.
I will not stand at your grave and weep, Arthur
End
