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Hello! It's me again. Everyone was fabulous yesterday - there were some pretty awesome prompts given and some good fics received.

Today's theme is, because I am an evil, evil person and intend on wasting your whole day, TVTropes. Yes, THAT TVTropes. Always wanted your favorite characters to enact your favorite trope? Have at it! The idea here being to give a fandom, character/pairing/leave it up to the author, and link to a specific trope to be included in the prompt.

Rules: No more than 5 prompts (3 per fandom). After that you may only put up prompts when someone answers one of your previous prompts. If none of the prompts today appeal to you, dig into the Lonely Prompts archive here! There are lots of beautiful prompts waiting for you to write them. The prompts format should be: Fandom, Character/Pairing, prompt.

Chronicles of Narnia, Peter/Susan, Battle Couple
Battlestar Galactica, Apollo/Starbuck, Kiss Kiss Slap
Supernatural, Dean & Sam, Arson Murder And Jaywalking

(Regarding formatting, hyperlinking code is <a href= "link here" >title here< /a> without the spaces.)

[Theme tag="TVTropes"]

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Of Masks and Moonlight (2/2)

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"You must, you know." He said, holding it out to his lover. "To not attend would spark more rumors that you plan to disappear again, as well as be a grave offense against Arthur...and your Queen."

Lancelot finally met his eyes. "Our Queen, Gawain." He said firmly, almost wearily. "I have no more claim on her than any subject, unless it be of mild friendship."

Gawain closed his lips, silent for a moment. "You could wear my mask," he offered, unhooking it from his ears. "I would wear your face rather than have you suffer it."

Lancelot caught his hands, and Gawain looked up at him, at the way the moonlight lit his eyes from within. He swallowed, his heart aching at the beauty and the worry there. "Do you hate her?" Lancelot asked softly.

Gawain averted his eyes. "I love her, as per my duty to her."

Lancelot took the mask from his hands and put it on the railing, one hand coming up to cup Gawain's cheek. "But do you hate her, Gawain? Does it twist up inside you like a snake, sometimes, like a cable too tight to hold, like something inside you will snap, bite, lunge? Because sometimes I do." His lips twisted. "Sometimes even as I feel myself falling into her eyes I hate her, for she and I will cause you so much pain."

Gawain could say nothing, only lean up and kiss him, on the lips, on the chin, feeling the press of his scars on his lips. It wasn't until they had joined the crowds, until he saw Lancelot sweep in and take Guenivere to dance that he knew the answer. Their faces were close together, as if they were speaking, Guenivere's mask that of a gorgeous, iridescent peacock, but Lancelot's lips didn't move. His mask hid his lips, hid his smile, hid the expressive dips at the corners of his mouth. It stared down at her with a sort of frozen wonderment, and she leaned into it, laughing softly.

No, he did not hate her. She could have the mask - his heart held on fast to what lay beneath.

Re: Of Masks and Moonlight (2/2)

[leavesoflorien.livejournal.com]

Oh lovely. You never disappoint! I love that the mask is of Lancelot's younger, unscarred face. As always, your Lancelot/Gawain is gorgeous!