Free For All

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Happy Friday everyone! And, since it's friday, you know what that means! Free For All. Any fandom, any pairing, any prompt.



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Leverage, Nate/Eliot, wordless conversation

Andromeda/SGA, Tyr Anasazi/Ronon Dex, physical



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King Arthur (film), Gawain/Galahad, 'Home is a name, a word, it is a strong one; stronger than magician ever spoke, or spirit ever answered to, in the strongest conjuration.' (Charles Dickens)

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Galahad always had a sure image of home. Home meant his father and his mother and his brothers and sisters. Home was Samartia with its horses and endless plains. Home was going wherever he wanted to go, no patrols, no Romans and no Woads.
The other knights liked to mock them for it but it was their problem if they had forgotten what home was like, not his. Galahad counted every day of his fifteen years until he would be a free man again and could return home.

Fifteen years later, after they had lost Dagonet and Tristan and Lancelot when they should have been free and on their way home.
Galahad looked at Gawain and understood suddenly that his friend would stay. Bors, he knew, but now he understood that all of them had given up the thought of Samartia long ago and carved them a new home here, in this country or in another person. Bors with Vanora and their children, Lancelot would have never left Arthur and Tristan had long since belonged to no one but himself and the country around them. Dagonet, Dagonet would have never left either. Too attached to Bors and Tristan and to the boy he had found, Lucian.

'Are you thinking about Samartia again?' Gawain teased him.
'A bit. When will you leave?' Galahad asked if only to hear the answer he already knew from Gawain.
'I'm not sure if I will.' Gawain looked apologetic at him:
'I know that we talked about this but I think my place is here now.'
'Everyone's place is here, it seems.' Galahad replied, gesturing to Arthur and Bors.
'And yours?' Was he mistaken or did Gawain look afraid? Afraid that Galahad would leave him, perhaps?
'I can't return without you.' Galahad looked Gawain in the eyes when he said those words:
'I cannot imagine my life without you, here or in Samartia. I suppose that makes you my home.'
Gawain stared at him for a few seconds until the realization began to come trough and a smile broke out on his face. Galahad thought that it looked like a sunrise over Samartia: beautiful and familiar.

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

Lovely fic!

[smaragdbird.livejournal.com]

Thank you :)