Room 303, Sunday Morning

[bitchprince]

Arthur did not awake to the feeling of having slept particularly well. His head wasn't pounding, which was a good sign, but his brain felt like it still wanted to seep out of his head into something nice and unconscious of the sweetest kind.

He was usually an early riser. He was trying to remember why he didn't feel inclined to be so right now.

Of course, that's when he opened his eyes and found two very curious blue eyes peering back at him. "You awake yet?" Gawain demanded. Yes, demanded.

Oh, hell. "Go back to sleep," he ordered.

"But sir," Gawain said, plaintatively, "It's time for morning exercise."

Arthur was going to murder the world.

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[bitchprince]

Arthur did brave battle with some of that smug self-satisfaction previously mentioned. "As I've said, clearly I haven't lost my head," he said, propping himself up. "So it's been two years of sword practice? How much rubbish do I think you are at it?"

He said the last with a bit of an encouraging smile. He wasn't heartless or anything.

[newlances.livejournal.com]

Gawain grinned back, way too used to this. "If I apply myself, and if I don't do anything too stuuuupid before I'm fully grown, I might make a decent swordsman, someday, God willing, but only if I stop trying to attack first, and not pick up any bad habits from people who like sticks better."

[bitchprince]

"Staves are a decent weapon," Arthur mused, leaning back on his bed, "But they distinctly lack the grace and power of a sword. It'll be a miracle if she hasn't messed up your footwork yet."

[newlances.livejournal.com]

"She says if you get me a concussion or a broken arm or kneecap myself I won't be allowed to learn at all, so we're going slow. Boooooring." Gavin flopped down at the foot of the bed, watching his younger dad. It was kinda funny, seeing him like this. No suits. No Blackberry. No employees. "She and Aunt Barbara teach me eskrima. Aunt Helena does the gymnastics. When you're not all fighting bad guys."

[bitchprince]

"Oh, please, if anyone would get someone's arms broken, it'd be Dinah," he snorted, then raised his chin. There was something about this story. Something... off. "You're from New Gotham."

[newlances.livejournal.com]

"'Course." Gawain blinked at him. New Gotham was the best. Where else would he be from?

[bitchprince]

He almost hesitated.

"Have you ever been to Camelot?"

[newlances.livejournal.com]

Gawain fidgeted a bit in discomfort. The same way his mom did when she didn't want to talk about something, although he didn't know it.

"Nooooo..." He shot his dad a wary look. "You couldn't get back there. So you went to live with mom. She invited you."

[bitchprince]

"Right."

Well, that did nothing for the only barely-settled feelings in his stomach about this whole place. Nothing at all, in fact. He let his body slip backwards to lean against the wall with a sigh, dangling his hands over his knees.

"Right," Arthur repeated. "Well, you'd best get yourself ready for practice soon, then."

He thought of Arawn - it'll be all right - and tried not to fidget in kind.

[newlances.livejournal.com]

Relieved, Gawain bounced off the bed with an extra bounce, and said. "Be right back brushing my teeth don't start with out me!" Then galloped out the door.

He might have let it fall shut hard enough to wake up sleeping other people in the room, who had no business giving little girls to his mother.