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Posted on April 12, 2011 at 01:27:11 AM by Gawain
and use your voice every time they try and shut your mouth Gawain looked at his brother on the floor and sighed. He was young and hadn't really done anything to reason him pushing the boy on the ground. Rolling his eyes he apologised and enquired as to whether his head was all right, just to check that he wouldn't get in trouble for something like that too. Father was awfully strict about him hurting his brother without a decent reason. Wasn't his fault that he had been eavesdropping, not really. He smiled slightly as his brother said anything that wasn't chess or something involving books. “Well, we could play hide and seek... or...” He paused and shook his head. “Naw, you're probably too small to want to play that game, you won't want to anyway.” He only said this to peak his brother's interest, knowing that it would. Father didn't really like Gawain playing sword fights with Tristan, but he figured if it was only wooden swords, then it couldn't possibly do any harm... He waited until his brother had sufficiently nagged him to tell him his idea, and then explained about the wooden swords that father had made for him to start practising with. He had helmets too, but that was beyond the point. He could start teaching the little brat how to fight, but would always be better. He felt that in his heart. His was thinner, nimbler. Physical strength wasn't everything. “We can go play in the stables, there's an empty one there at the moment, 'cos then we won't get cold or anything, will we?” He smiled, the big brother smile knowing he was probably leading his trusting younger sibling into danger of some sort – getting told off – but what does it matter when you're going to have fun? Exactly. There was no logic in his head that could override the urge to have fun. Even if he was just having to play with his little brother, instead of his own familiar. He would have to earn one of those. A king needs an advisor. He grinned to himself and puffed out his chest and stood with his hands on his hips. “Come on then, or are you too scared?” The goad would push any small boy over the edge. Scared? They were too grown up to be scared. I refuse to answer, talk about the past sir Every time you loose it sing it for the world  original image by camelride10000 at flickr.com |
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- may it be, when darkness falls - By tristan and celidon April 27, 2011 at 01:41:32 AM
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