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Unfold Me
Gawain's POV
We were a pair, you and I. You were impuslive, I was centered. You were dark, I was light. You were passionate, I was contained. Short hair, long hair. Brown eyes, blue eyes. The list goes on.
You were someone for me to take care of when we first left Sarmatia. You distracted me from my own self-pity and sorrow. I taught you how to fight because it distracted me from what exactly it was that we were being trained to fight. I taught you the things that you hadn't had time to learn at your village because it kept me from thinking about how much my own family had left to teach me.
I remember when we first collected you from your village. There had been some discrimination among the others. You were, after all, a Venedae. All the tribes saw the Venedae as being inferior, seeing as how they had become part of Sarmatia long after the rest of our tribes.
"Well at least he isn't Fenni." I had finally said. The Fenni were an embarrassment to Sarmatian culture and we all knew it. They were worse then all the others, no matter how late your tribe had come along. What did it matter anyway? We were all in it together, we all had to watch each others' backs.
You were practically attached to my hip after that. I complained about you a good deal in those early days, but believe me, Galahad, I never meant a word of it. You were my friend from the very beginning.
It was like finding the other half of me.
It wasn't until later that I began to care for you more then just as a friend. You really had become the other half of me, I suppose.
I never meant...Gods, Galahad, I never meant for it to happen. I was so sure you saw me as an older brother, someone who took care of you when you needed it and pestered you incessantly the rest of the time. I knew you trusted me.
When you cried from time to time (I'm sorry, I know you swore me to secrecy), I wanted to hold you close, keep you safe from our horrific life, create a haven for you in my arms. I ruined everything. I could never be your friend if you knew the truth. I loved you. I will always love you, Galahad. Gods, but its ridiculous. I was supposed to protect you, not fall head over heels for you. I've always been an idiot when it came to you.
I would hold you in my arms until you were alright again. You would usually leave for the tavern or fall asleep almost immediately afterwards. I was left sitting on my own bunk, wrapping my arms around my knees, cradling myself, and wishing to all the Gods I could think of that you would wake up again and unfold me and my secrets.
