Okay, so this is my first dip into the world of King Arthur fanfiction so I apologize for it. It was inspired by the lines in the Queen song 'Who Wants To Live Forever?' that I've used as the summary and the fact that there is so much subtext between Lancelot and Arthur in King Arthur, it's not even funny.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, except the Directors Cut DVD.
This is set during the film, after Lancelot's death.
My Lancelot, my beautiful, brave, dark knight. Mere hours have passed since I lost you from my side, yet each moment feels like an unbearable eternity. I promised you freedom, I delivered you only death. My darling, I'm sorry. I only wish we had had more time together. We have so many words left unspoken, so many moments left unshared.
As I stare blankly at the sky before me, the moment we stole all those years ago creeps back into my mind, intent on haunting me.
A dark night, the end of a brutal battle. We had triumphed with no fatalities and only minor injuries. We were all in good spirits and had returned to a feast. I had retired early. The battle had left me weary. You had stayed to drink with the others. I hadn't expected any visitors that night, least of all you, my love, so I had surrendered to sleep.
I awoke as soon as I heard my door move. I tensed, unsure as to whether this midnight visitor was friend or foe. I saw your eyes first. Those impossibly dark, impossibly beautiful eyes. The intense gaze fixed upon me in a way I had longed for so deeply yet had never recieved. I sat up in my bed, waiting for you approach me further and reward me for my patience.
Your approach was painfully slow. Or maybe it wasn't? Maybe the years of longing had tricked my mind into believing you were moving so slow. You sat next to me, smiling. Your hand, calloused from years of wielding your broad sword, moved to my face and softly cupped my cheek. Then you kissed me.
It was everything I had hoped for, yet so unlike I had imagined. And oh how I had imagined, my Lancelot. I cannot count the hours I have lost imagining your lips upon my own, fiercely claiming what was always yours. Yet this kiss was not like that. This kiss was a meeting of souls. In those few moments, we were one. I moved to deepen the kiss but you pushed me away.
"For our friendships sake..." You whispered.
You placed a soft kiss on my forehead and you were gone. Our one sweet moment over as swiftly as it had begun.
And now you're gone once more. You've left my side and you will never return. There is so much I wish I'd said to you. There is no use wishing, no use spending my life in a constant state of regret. So my Lancelot, I shall stay strong for you. I shall live my life and I shall move on. But know this...
I love you. I have always loved you and I will always love you.
Until we meet again my friend...
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