Sword and Shield of the Darksun

It'd been hours now. Gwyndolin sat still, barely moving at the dining room table. For years he'd been the only god of Anor Londo, but at this moment as the moonlight shone through the window and blanketed the room he seemed more alone than ever.

His knight stood solitary at the doorway. As always, wherever his lord went, he followed, loyal to no end. Inevitabely they developed a close relationship, Gwyndolin would often come to him with some of his plans or ideas and ask him for his thoughts.

Though today he was quiet, contemplative. Ultimately resulting in him stuck in this room long enough for the sun to go down and for the moon to come up.

Whatever could be going through his mind that had him so indecisive?

"Iorweth." Gwyndolin suddenly spoke.

"Yes my lord?" The knight responded dutifuly.

"How long has it been... Since thou entered mine service?" He asked.

"..."

"Canst thou not recall?"

"..I, am afraid not my lord." Iorweth responded hesitantly.

"I see." Gwyndolin's gaze remained affixed out the window as they spoke.

"I do believe it has been about 2 centuries." He told him.

"Is that so?" Iorweth asked shocked though he was careful as to not let it slip through his tone.

"Indeed." And once again silence settled.

He couldn't believe it'd been that long, though come to think of it, he'd entered service a few years before Gwyn linked the fire for the first time. And now it'd been some time since the Chosen Undead had done the same.

"Iorweth?" Gwyndolin asked again.

"Yes my lord?" He responded.

"I would like to pose thee a question."

"What is it my lord?" With that Gwyndolin finally stood up from his seat and turned to face Iorweth. Calm and composed as always he approached his knight and remained silent even when he stood before him..

Sillouhetted by the moonlight, his face was barely visible. A small minute of silence had the knight confused before Gwyndolin reached up and raised his visor.

"M-My lord?" Iorweth asked, perplexed as to what he was doing.

"Hush. Not a word." Gwyndolin whispered, moving his hand to the back of his head, while he wrapped the other around his waist.

He pulled him close, into a brief, soft kiss. And as just soon as it'd happened, Gwyndolin pulled away to look him in the eyes.

"Wouldst thou spend the rest of thine days by mine side. Not as a knight. But as a lover?" He asked sincerely.

Iorweth was shocked to say the least, but surprisingly enough found his answer coming swiftly out of his mouth.

"Yes." As the words left his mouth he saw as Gwyndolin's neutral expression turned into a warm smile.

He leaned in and gave his knight another, deep kiss, before bringing him into a warm hug.

"I am so incredibly glad to hear that." He spoke with honesty in his voice.

Iorweth wrapped his own arms around the god in response, feeling his warmth radiate throughout his body.

It was nicer than he'd imagined, hugging someone like this.

Eventually they let each other go, though not without another small kiss.

"Well, I suppose it's getting late. We should get some rest." Gwyndolin spoke, not taking his eyes away from Iorweth's.

"Yes, you're right... I shall see you again tomorrow-" Iorweth started.

"Oh but why not... share a bed together? It would be a pity to leave off here, so early." Gwyndolin interrupted, giving him an honest smile.

"I suppose you're right, it could be quite nice." Iorweth agreed after some thought.

"I'm glad thou agrees, now come!" Gwyndolin cheerily offered his hand. Iorweth took it and was lead to his bedroom.

Come to think of it, that was the first time he'd seen Gwyndolin smile like that. Over centuries he'd been as happy as that. He was glad, that he was able to bring that smile to his face. He only hoped he could bring it out more often from now on.

Soon they walked through the door into Gwyndolin's chambers. As Gwyndolin got changed into his nightgown, Iorweth took off his clunky armour and chainmail. Underneath it all was a simple undershirt and a pair of trousers.

Quickly they got into bed and snuggled together hand in hand. Gwyndolin yawned softly before saying.

"I love thee Iorweth."

"I love you too." Iorweth responded, placing a small kiss on his cheek. Soon they drifted off into a wonderful sleep.

A/N A small oneshot I wrote about Gwyndolin when I was having a rough day. I wasn't going to publish it originally but since there was such a long gap since my last chapter you could consider this a little treat.