Dark Forest, Bright Moon

Some pre and post King Arthur drabbles, mostly featuring Gawain though it doesn't appear too obvious from this post. Some Gawain x OC, but also lots of just the Knights.

It's impossible to be both historically accurate and movie accurate at the same time so I've kept to the later, and leaned as much towards the former as possible.

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Title: After the Wedding

Characters: Gawain, Galahad, Bors, Ganis, Jols

Pairings: A little GawainxOC, but mainly just humor LOL.

Summary: No one has any idea what's going on, but there's lots of alcohol so it's all good.

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Galahad thought it was completely confusing and utterly chaotic but it was all getting washed away in a tide of mead and music. The native Britons didn't speak Pictish and some of the Woads couldn't speak Scottish and so the two groups had resorted to a great deal of gestulating and mimicking to communicate. It was all in good humor though.

The Scots of the fort and the villages south of Hadrian's Wall had all known Arthur, or his legend at least, and had liked him for ages, and the Woads didn't look much threatening or much different either once they had washed off their blue paint.

And Guinevere, lo and behold, that skinny malnutritioned girl they'd rescued had turned out to be a Woadish Princess. So the Woads were happy too.

And the Romans were gone. The Saxons were gone. And everyone was piss-drunk. So happy times.

"He's a King then is he?" Bors said this knocking his mug of mead against the table. This was the fourth repeat in a matter of minutes and Gawain and Galahad exchanged an amused look. "That ain't a bad deal. You reckon he's got some land to give out? That's what a King does ain't it? I could do with a bit of land."

"Aye you could," Galahad had laughed, looking at the string of Bors' bastards playing in the grass. Bors growled at him but was too inebriated to get really angry.

"Maybe he'll make you a Duke," Gawain teased.

The humor was completely lost on Bors who lifted his head to the side and said, "Duke Bors. Hmm yess it has a nice ring."

Gawain choked on his drink and said spluttering, "That would make Vanora a Duchess won't it?" He wiped his mouth, grinning. "This New Age of Arthur's looking brighter by second."

"Hey over there!" It was Ganis, drunkenly oblivious to the fact that he had just interrupted Bors reaching over the table and hauling Gawain up by his mail coat. He struggled towards them though a reveling crowd under a red and gold sunset which turned the vast hills around them to fire. The boy was beet-red, like a tomato, and he grinned doltishly. The Knights exchanged amused glances.

"Yes what is it?" Gawain asked, appearing extremely nochalent about the fact that he was being attacked.

Ganis turned, whistled and flailed his arms about. "They're over here!"

Jols appeared soon enough, flanked – much to the Knights amusement – by three Woad girls. Gawain raised his eyebrows and Galahad laughed. They really were not bad looking after all that blue paint had been washed off.

"They 'erd about you," Jols explained sounding not too sober himself. "The great Samaritan Knights. Told 'em I'd help 'em find you. They're pretty ain't they? This one's Igerna. Oh wait, maybe it was the other one."

Galahad grinned as the pretty blond girl who was maybe Igerna recognized him and began pointing to her companions. Boldly they approached. Beside him Bors was laughing as he shoved an inebriated Ganis out of the way to make room for a brown headed girl. "This is the life!" He declared.

"Oh yes!" Ganis agreed, pumping his jug of mead into the air.

Gawain and Galahad blinked as he slumped over and began snoring. "Hopeless." Gawain said.

" 'poles' " Another girl, also brown, mimicked him. He raised his eyebrow at her. She grinned.

"So you're Igerna?" Galahad returned his attention to the blond girl.

She blinked. "Igerna?" She pointed to the brown headed girl who was now sitting on Gawain's lap. "I Glenys."

They were just getting comfortable when Galahad was distracted by a loud screech coming from beside him. He turned to see Igerna clutching her hair as a slime of meat and sauce slid down her to her face.

"Who do you think you are you blue-painted savage? Get off him unless you want more of where this came from. Eh? Feel like some salad then?"

Galahad recognized Gawain's dark headed woman. Pretty girl, he noted. Maybe because she was furious. Lancelot had once said that women wore anger well. The Scottish girl set down an empty plate of food (he hoped for Igerna's sake it wasn't leftovers) and picked up another threateningly. Igerna slid down the laughing Gawain's lap sulkily, muttering to the other brown haired Wood.

To Galahad's amusement, Gawain's dark-headed wench slapped him soundly, climbed into his lap, kissed him and then proceeded to yell at him for drinking so soon after she had just patched him up ("from shreds!") from the battle with the Saxons.

Bors was laughing loudly so with her arms still clutched protectively around Gawain she turned to look at him and said, "You know I think Vanora's coming this way. She's looking for you, you know."

"What, where? I thought she went to put Brice to bed." Bors cast a furtive gaze around. Seeing nothing of the sort, he turned back to Gawain's women who stuck her tongue out at him. "You little-"

"Now then Bors." A grinning Gawain held out a hand to arrest him. He picked up the dark headed girl bodily. "Well I'll be off then. Nice wedding." He strode off.

Galahad burst into laughter. Trust Gawain. On his lap Glenys said something that sounded like a question. He kissed her ample breasts. "Don't worry. I'm single!" He grinned at the two brown haired girls too. "More the merrier eh?" And all the better for him.

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