LANCELOTTRISTANBABY—I'm glad you liked Cynric. I was a little worried about him. As for him and Will… I guess we'll see.
Melosine—I'm glad you liked Cynric too! I hadn't really thought about them being roomies, but you have inspired me!
Evenstar-mor2004—I would pay to see Cynric blush as well. I don't know if Tristan likes to start fights, or if he's just being Tristan.
Quietrockchick—I'm glad you approve of this quasi romance!
Sorceress Misha-- Sorry this isn't a lot, but it is a bit.
DarkAngelPearl—Glad you liked it! Here's a bit of an update for you!
Disclaimer: I own Will, and the loverly twisted plot. I don't own the Knights, Merik, or Cynric.
Sorry this is so short, but it just needed to be up. Call it amusement for moi!
The night had been rather stressful for all the boys. The Knights didn't trust Cynric enough to sleep, and Cynric kept waking up when he felt eyes on him. He didn't really care about the Knights. He knew that they wouldn't hurt him. Or Will would hurt them. Merik had finally given up trying to sleep around midnight and sat up with Tristan, learning about the different types of weapons that the Knights used.
Will, blissfully un-aware, in her own room, slept deeply and soundly.
The next morning Will walked out to the van, and found 9 very sleepy, fairly irritated men standing in the rising New Orleans sunlight.
To put a bad start on the day, the hood on the van was up, and Merik was digging around, cursing softly every now and then.
Will dropped her duffel bag beside the van. "What's going on?" She looked to the Knights and Cynric for explanation.
"Well…" Gawain started.
"It's broken." Cynric cut him off, and ignored the other man's glare.
Will rolled her eyes. "Thank you. Once again you have lowered my expectations of all Saxon's."
Cynric smirked. "That's your fault. If your expectations weren't so high, maybe you wouldn't be disappointed as often."
Will pulled open the side door and threw her bag in. "You know, the Knights only need one excuse to kill you."
"You sick them on me, I'll kill them, then take you as my captive."
It was Will's turn to smirk. "You tried that already, you can see how well it worked for you."
That caused a murmur of amusement from the Knights.
Cynric reddened slightly, the grinned evilly and grabbed Will's arm. He spun her around and pressed his lips to hers for a moment. When he released her, she fell backwards. "Maybe my expectations shouldn't have been so high."
A noise caused Merik to glance up from the engine. He looked around and saw Dagonet helping Will up from the ground, Tristan was leaning against the van, and the other 5 Knights were chasing Cynric around the parking lot.
Merik sighed, shook his head and went back to the engine.