Current mood:	excited
Entry tags:	character: gareth, character: sagramore, fic: slash

Title: Beautiful Hands
Author: Soujin
Characters/Pairings: Sagramore/Gareth
Rating: R

Archive: Sure
Disclaimer: Copyright has presumably expired.
Summary: Hero-worship to an extreme.
Notes: Double-drabble for get_laid25.

All his brothers' friends are older than he is, all of them knights, and Gareth feels both excited and very inexperienced around them, when he serves them at table and hesitates just outside the door to listen to their stories. They don't know him--he's half-glad--but he knows all of their names.

One evening when he's in the kitchens, dying trenchers with his stained apron, he hears a step and turns.

"Sir Sagramore!"

"Good evening." Sagramore grins, which makes him look nearly as young as Gareth. "I can help?"

He usually does this work by himself, but he consents immediately, and Sagramore falls in beside him, and gets in his way, until Gareth, who doesn't want to be disappointed, turns to ask him if he wouldn't rather stop. Just then, Sagramore puts the plate down with a laugh.

"Let's do something I'm good at."

Gareth knows all the stories. He pulls Sagramore to his pallet by the fire, trying to remember everything he's heard, just so he won't seem ignorant--he says something stupid about having no girl to see to-night. Sagramore laughs again, but when he comes he cries "Beaumains!" and says after, "It's a true name."