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rosemaryandrueUnrequited Percival/Galahad.
Oh, poor Galahad.
The trees are dripping, slow cold tears on his face. An owl cries in the distance. His horse moves, breath huffing out. There is a faint scuffling in the roots of a nearby tree. Percival is telling him about the first time he saw knights riding by.
"...and I thought they were angels, honest to God, I did. All riding by in their shining armour with the sunlight blazing around them. I truly thought that if I could strip their armour off, I'd see wings rising out of their back. Can you imagine that, Galahad?"
Galahad imagines Percival as an angel with white feathers stroking his smooth sides. He's seen Percival naked, when they've bathed in the mornings, and he knows his friend hasn't started collecting scars yet. He is all lean muscle and sun-kissed skin, and Galahad is never going to achieve the Grail, not if he keeps thinking of angels like that.