give my life for yours

  “ Uhh, ”

  Pfft. Oh boy. Better fill him in before he goes on a wild goose chase.

  “ Nahh. I’m just pullin’ your tail, Lance. It’s a joke! Back on my world some people greeteach other by saying ‘What’s up, dog?’. But th’ joke is t’ trick people into asking that question. When I go ‘I can’t believe y’don’t have updog here’, and y’respond with ‘What’supdog?’ — That’s the punchline ! ”

      ...

      lancelot most certainly knows how to clean, sharpen and otherwise care for his blade. especially being raised as a ward who didn’t really belong with the family who took him in and therefore had to provide for himself as much as possible as to not bring them dishonor.

  Snorts. “ Oh, y’know. Updog ?? ”

something @gwalchmci​​ pointed out in their bio for gawain really caught my attention; namely the fact that gawain would be the brunt force among the knight of the round table and doesn’t have as much of a mind for tactics as maybe the other two do. it really got me wondering what each of them brings to the table (hehe) individually. they all share in the honor of knighthood, the devotion for their kingdom and obviously phenomenal fighting abilities, but what is it that differentiates them and makes them a compatible unit when put together ?

gawain being the hard-hitter of the trio very much makes sense, and i think percival by comparison would logically be the brains, with her being based on blaze who is initially a monarch herself. of course anyone who writes her is welcome to their own interpretation, but percival being the most highborn of the three and having the makings of a sovereign by herself is a given to me. which leaves lancelot. you could say he’s simply somewhere between the two, but i like to think he puts forth his own unique contribution.

one interesting fact that sticks out to me with them associating shadow with lancelot is that lancelot is said to be not only the mightiest of the round table but also the closest to king arthur.

coincidentally (or perhaps not), shadow is the only one between himself, blaze and knuckles who never finds himself in a leadership position in non-storybook stories. i think it’s the one character trait he and lancelot share the most; they’re both most comfortable working under someone they believe in than relying on their own sets of morals.

❝ I misunderstand. What cause would there be to spread such word? ❞ the words are spoken curiously, new green eyes focusing on the knight’s visor. Mordred’s expression dampens, lowers to that of further seriousness. It is of no interest of the knight to sully the reputation of his superior – after all, he says nothing but good words about each of his comrades. ❝ A path of offense is one I take no pride, Ser Lancelot; thou are most respected in the kingdom’s eyes and mine own.  ❞

Mordred, however, tilts his head.

❝ Which doth lead me to question, prithee… ❞ he starts, as something does not match up with him. The Knights of the Round Table are a group most sacred, most united. And yet, Lancelot hides his scars as if they are not one. ❝ …Why do you hide such wounds? Why do you wear them alone, when you have earned them with all that is right? What shame is there to bear? ❞

      “The title of knight does no bear the same weight everywhere,” he explains. There’s a hint of apology to his voice, mostly filtered through his helm. “Some wear it with pretense rather than honor, and would take great pleasure in tarnishing another’s name. I have yet to see which breed you are.” If he deems his mistrust justified, he knows there’s a blunt edge to his honesty, so he quickly adds, “Meaning no offense.” 

      The conversation does render him uneasy, and his freshly cladded hand finds the handle of Arondight despite himself. An instinctive gesture for an instinctive reaction, as he immediately feels more secure with the blade in his grasp. “I thank you for your kind words.” A formality. Flattery is so often empty. “But do not presume to know I have earned them with all that is right. These scars tell a story I have no interest in sharing.” His grip tightens, distant screams in his ears, bloody hands before his eyes. He turns to look at Mordred once more. “And prying is quite insolent.”

      “Normally a Knight of the Round Table would have no business at the dock markets.” He’s missed the bow, but secured the quiver full of arrows, as well as the large bag of stolen goods. Another day, another failure on the patrollers’ end to keep petty thieves from helping themselves, apparently. “It seems we are both out of luck today.” Granted, this visibly experienced rustler simply wasn’t prepared for someone who would move in so quickly on a target, and perhaps the local guards usually on duty have grown to turn a blind eye to lowborn robbery. Clearly this stroke of bad luck would ruin the thief’s day more than Lancelot’s.

// sentence starters

      Having to split duties with other Knights of the Round Table, it’s difficult to remember the last time he had a sparring partner worth the name. Little did he expect on this day he would be facing his own liege, though, and even less so that their match would end so abruptly. A clever attempt at disarming him left Lancelot grabbing the sharp edge of his blade and swinging the blunt end directly into the side of the other’s head. 

      Help was called for right away, but the king came to before anyone had time to get here, drawing a sigh of relief from his knight, then kneeling at his side with more tension in his body than when he was fighting.

@ironicfatc​ // sentence starters

     It earns a distasteful scoff, for Lancelot had not noticed there was an onlooker. He re-clasps the piece of armor around his wrist, promptly hiding the ugly half-faded gash he was inspecting when he thought no one else would see. “Maybe so.” Part of him believes it; part of him knows he ought to wear the many injuries that didn’t kill him as badges of honor. The rest of him, on the other hand, is mortified at the idea that anyone in Camelot would know he bears them at all.

"Generally we discourage dismembering people."

"Normally I don't get knocked out first thing."

"It happens to the best of us."

"I once got knocked out at a county fair."

"Gods..."

"Murder may have been involved but there were no axes."

"What you have done is between you and your gods."

"Are you bribing him with the hash browns?!"

"You did take a man's finger..."

"Please stop incriminating yourself."

"100% reduction in fingers."

"There has been a finger losing epidemic in this city."

"No, how many corpses have you seen?"

"I don't want the bounty money. I. Want to know the spell you used."

"Can you autograph my shield?"

"The laws of this land are certainly giving back to the people."

"You got a funny accent."

"Oh my god. When did you get bacon?"

"New and exciting. Not words I like to hear with meat."

"You're my new best friend."

"To the docks!"

"Go fuck them up!"

"This is real magic."

"Oh good lord, we're all going to jail. Again."

"He got hit in the ass with a hammer."

"Just keep your back to the wall."

"Last one there's a rusty torque!"

"_____ is a shithead."

"This probably wasn't made by a very nice boy."

"Oh my god, we're going to adopt all of these animals aren't we?"