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Author: Guede Mazaka
Rating: PG.
Pairing: Gawain/Tristan
Feedback: Good lines, bad ones, etc.
Disclaimer: Ideas originated with the movie, not me.
Summary: And now you wonder what bringing up Tristan would’ve been like.
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Arthur walked past the tree, as he did every day when going in to work. Then he stopped and cocked his head.
A thump. Embarrassed coughing.
He turned around and looked bemusedly at Gawain, who was dusting himself off as he stood up. Apparently, he’d just suffered an unexpected fall to the ground. “What are—” oh, the tree “—Tristan? I’m going out for dinner tonight, and I probably won’t be home till late.”
Unperturbed, he continued inside. The same couldn’t be said for Gawain, who hid his face in his hands and moaned. “Oh, God.”
Tristan ducked his head out of the leaves. “Relax. I walked in on him and Guinevere in the kitchen this morning, so even if he were the type to criticize, he couldn’t.”
Strangely enough, this information only made Gawain flush an even deeper shade of red. “Oh, God. It’s like picturing your parents…”
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