Dark Forest, Bright Moon

This one is more romance-centric, though not really because this is Gawain we're talking about LOL. Oh also, in case some of you were wondering the girls in the fort are Scottish. It's listed so in the credits of the film. Hadrian's Wall separated the Scots from the Picts (which are the Woads). I made a mistake in the previous chapter and it has been corrected.

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Title: That Other Lover

Characters: Gawain, OC (Though as a reviewer said, she's kind of not an OC as she has a shot in the film)

Pairings: GawainxOC

Summary: She wishes she could keep him.

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Again, he had heard that call.

The girl opened her eyes at the sound of the creaking on the other side of the bed. The moonlight immediately pierced her vision but she did not move, did not make a sound as she listened to the familiar sound of the sword being buckled, the boots being drawn on, the metallic clatter of the armor.

Footsteps as he rose. Then a faintly amused voice said, "I know you're awake."

If he had said anything remotely lover-like she would have flown into his arms but he did not, and she had already buried this hope or so she had thought. It came back to haunt her now and she hated herself for it. She made rigid her body and stared resolutely out of the window. The moonlight almost blinded her as she, childishly, let him know that she was angry with him.

Gawain chuckled. "I'll be back in a week or so. I'll bring you a new dress to make up for the other one." He flicked back a piece of her hair where it lay on her cheek. "See you, love."

He picked up his axe and disappeared out of the doorway to her room. He passed through the dark, dinghy hallway and opened the small wooden door to the outside. He paused then, turning a little over his shoulder with a grin on his lips.

There was the sound of rushing footsteps behind him and then suddenly she was upon him, covered in only the bed sheet, embracing him from behind.

He turned and picked her up, laughing. "It'll only be a week, love. Keep the fire warm and tell me if any of the men pester you or your sisters."

She had buried her face into the crook of his shoulder where his skin met the armor and all he could see was a mass of dark hair. He could feel her hot lips against his skin and her pale white legs clutched around him as she kissed him all over his face and neck furiously.

Outside Galahad and Bors were laughing loudly. These lusty Scottish wenches, so hard to manage

She drew back from him finally and stared at him with her great, dark eyes.

"Come back safe." She said. Then breathlessly, "I love you!"

Gawain smiled back. His blond mane: a mass of braids and hair shone in the moonlight. His face bright already with the scent of the impending battle. "Aye my girl."

He kissed her once loudly to the amusement of the other men and set her down on her bare feet. He lopped his axe over his shoulder and set off with Galahad, Bors and a few others. A few meters away the sound of impatient horses knawled at the ground.

She stood in the doorway wrapped in the bed sheet, watching his back. There was nothing she could do. It was a weakness she had demonstrated at the last moment but as she bit her lip now, she did not regret it. She knew she would feel much more remorse in the weeks to come (Gawain never told the truth about how long he was away) if she did not bid him farewell. He may not return to her.

But, she thought as she watched the Knights thunder away through the courtyard towards the great gates which were being hefted open for them. He never did belong to me.

He rode towards his true love now: the glory and splendor of combat, the will and nill of battle. She prayed only that, that fickle mistress would keep him until she could see him once more.

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