Sir Gwaine

GENERAL .

NAME:   Gwaine Neart NICKNAME(S):  Drunkard, Strength AGE:   29 SPECIES: Human

PERSONAL .

MORALITY:   lawful  / neutral  /  chaotic /  good /  neutral  / evil /  true. RELIGIOUS BELIEF:   None SINS:   envy / greed / lust / gluttony / sloth / pride / wrath. VIRTUES : chastity / humility  / charity / diligence / kindness / patience / temperance. PRIMARY GOALS IN LIFE:   To do things that his father would be proud of LANGUAGES KNOWN:   English, Gaelic, French SECRETS:   His royal heritage (To most)

PHYSICAL .

BUILD:   scrawny  /  bony  / slender / fit /  athletic / curvy /  herculean  /  pudgy  / average /  muscled. HEIGHT:   5′11″ WEIGHT:   70kg SCARS/BIRTHMARKS:    Littered over his body from battles. Most notable one is on his shoulder that runs from the left shoulder blade to the middle of his back. ABILITIES/POWERS:   Sword fighting RESTRICTIONS:  

FAVOURITES .

FOOD: apples DRINK: mead PIZZA TOPPING:  all the meat COLOR(S):   green MUSIC GENRE:  anything with a good beat BOOK GENRE:   horror (but secretly really enjoys a romantic comedy) MOVIE GENRE:   comedy SEASONS:   Spring SCENT(S):    freshly cut grass, rain

FUN STUFF .

SINGS IN THE SHOWER:  yes, loudly and badly LIKES BAD PUNS:  yes CURSE WORD:   fuck

TAGGED BY: @minimorgana​

A look of utter worry shone through the Knights eyes at those words.

“I am afraid you cannot have a holiday as of yet,” the King drawled from behind him, absentmindedly unsheathing his own sword. “I’ve yet to train today. I presume you’d be capable of putting up a good enough fight for me?” he drawled, his lips twisting upwards somewhat.

Believing he had crept up upon his newest member of the palace staff without his knowledge, his smile grew. He sincerely doubted that Gwaine would had admitted such a thing if he’d realised the King was standing right behind him! He was somewhat intrigued about seeing the man’s face - when he turned to meet his gaze, would he be horrified or sheepish to have been overheard, or something else entirely? 

Either way, he knew that Gwaine was an excellent swordsman; that had  been the reason he’d given him this role instead of throwing him into the dungeons. He was eager to spar with him. 

The voice coming from behind him startled him more than he would like to admit, spinning around to face the King. “Sire.” He greeted politely, eyes flickering from his face to the sword that was being unsheathed. There was a slight twinkle in Gwaine’s eye as he heard the kings words, despite the lingering feeling of sheepishness about being heard complaining. 

“As putting up a fight is part of my job description, I should hope that I am at least up to par with you.” He waited before adding, in a tone that showed his amusement of the word. “Sire.” Turning his back on Cenred he retrieved his sword from where he had set it after sending the knights off, twirling the blade in his signature style.

“I will guard my heart.” Aislinn saw the bush on his cheeks, rather liking the way it looked. She would have loved to sit all day and talk to Gwaine, spending more time him. However, before she could say something else, a maid came and told her that the King was going to speak with her for a brief moment. “Oh, I do hope that I see you soon. I shall arrange for a meeting or maybe” , Aislinn’s voice dropped so just he could hear her, “we see each other in the garden as the moon raises high in the peaceful sky.”  Her cheeks were a soft red but she left to speak with the King on matters of her people.

“I am pleased to hear that.”

The sight of a maid running over wasn’t a sight he wished to see, that would mean that someone was calling one of them away. His suspicions were confirmed when the maid spoke of the king wishing to speak to Aislinn. He didn’t bother to hide his disappointment when turning to face her. 

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It had been a rigorous training session, the beads of sweat that rolled along his forehead and down agreeing wholeheartedly with him. The knights had been put through their paces and it was rewarding to see how much further they came along due to it. “Call it a day, go have fun.” He called out, grinning when he heard their cry of happiness. Pleased with the progress he almost skipped his way through the castle corridors, stopping only to say a brief hello to the staff and guests alike, until he reached his room. 

“Cen?” He hadn’t been sure that the King would be in the room, having been so focused on the training, but he was glad he was. “Need a massage?”

“Shouldn’t I be the one offering you the massage?” he queried, as he eagerly stretched out his arms to bring the other man closer to him. “After all, I’ve only been sitting in meetings all day…but, then again, I’m not one to say no,” he smirked, his head tilting to one side playfully. Indeed, there were very few things Cenred would say no to, when Gwaine was involved! 

“How about I get my servant to make you a bath, and then you can give me a massage after that?” he suggested, mild amusement tugging his lips upwards.

The corner of his mouth twitched. “I never said the massage couldn’t be returned.” He teased, walking into the others arms and all but melting into the other. “And I know how stressed meetings can get you, I get to let my energy out with sparring. What do you get?” He asked in a soft tone, reaching up to run his finger down along his cheek. 

“I do, it is a gift and a fault of mine. I have been mistreated and used for gain but I cannot deny help for those who call for it.” Aislinn’s eyes trailed along his face before she took a chance, reaching out and brushing the soft blush that colored his cheek. Her own blush colored hers in a soft rose color before she dropped her hand. Her blue eyes were filled with wonderment of this man. He was not what she expected to find here in this country. She was always told that Englishmen were the devil, only wanting to rape and pillage. 

Gwaine’s heart gave a little tug at her words, it wasn’t something he hadn’t heard before from friends but it still wasn’t something that was nice to hear. The dusting of pink that had coloured his cheeks darkened as he hand brushed against it. Taking in an unsteady breath he turned his head to the side to, hopefully, cover the new blush that was very much noticeable. 

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The day had been long, and Cenred was more than pleased to collapse back into his bed; it was too early to sleep, of course, but he’d already asked his servants to send his dinner straight to his room. Now, all he needed was Gwaine to return from training his men - and he’d be happy. He sincerely hoped that they wouldn’t be disturbed…

It had been a rigorous training session, the beads of sweat that rolled along his forehead and down agreeing wholeheartedly with him. The knights had been put through their paces and it was rewarding to see how much further they came along due to it. “Call it a day, go have fun.” He called out, grinning when he heard their cry of happiness. Pleased with the progress he almost skipped his way through the castle corridors, stopping only to say a brief hello to the staff and guests alike, until he reached his room. 

It was a risk, trying to help people as herself, rather than hiding behind her disguise of the Night-watchman. Marian would have preferred to don her mask and remain hidden in the shadows, but in the glaring light of day, it’d simply bring even more attention. She had to hope the guards wouldn’t care about reporting the small acts of character from the noblewoman to Gisborne or the sheriff. She had drawn too much attention to herself around them of late.

Carrying a basket of food, just simple bread rolls but she knew how valuable those were to the poor, Marian made her way to the village that had most recently suffered the worst of the sheriff’s brutality. Never one to seek out attention, she tried to think of a way of leaving the basket somewhere people would find it, but nothing came to mind. So absorbed in her thoughts, she almost didn’t notice that she was not alone on the path.

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It had been a while since Gwaine had been able to liberate some food from passing nobles, often opting to charm his way through the kitchen maids and swipe things here and there. That was why spotting the noble had been a stroke of luck on his part, luck and a bit of excitement. When he was swiping food from the kitchens of castles it was often food not fit for ‘royalty’ and often wasted. So being able to snatch up some decent food was an opportunity he couldn’t resist.

He had been trailing the Lady for the best part of a mile, hood up to cover his face. It wouldn’t do for her to spot him and report back to the castle, it would put a stop to him charming his way out of free food and supplies. Still he had a funny suspicion that despite all efforts to mask himself, it wouldn’t be easy to grab the basket and run. Maybe charm would work in his case too?

“Share with everyone.” Aislinn repeated the words before a small laugh left her lips and she watched as he traced along the simple, beautiful petals. Roses always held magic for her, showing up at the right time or when she needed to pay attention. It was as if the gods were telling her what was important in her life.  “I am curious, how one has enough love for everyone…”

It gave him pause when she repeated his words back at him, a slight dusting of pink dotting along his cheeks. It sounded silly now that he heard to come from someone else, but that was how he genuinely felt. He had enough love and care in him that he wanted to share it with everyone. Sure it wasn’t all the same love, some being familial love, brotherly love, friendship love and so on. But it was how he always had been and how he always will be, of which he had no doubt.

“I just like to give a piece of my heart to anyone who deserves it. Those who need a little bit of caring.” He turned to face her, the small smile on his face.