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tamingthemuseTitle: Memories
Fandom: Arthurian legends
Prompt: Prompt 457 - Fugacious
Warnings: N/A
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: The Arthurian legends are in the public domain. I make no reference to any copyrighted work. So all is mine.
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: "I can't remember... the Grail..."
Mordred yawned as he rolled over in the bed. "Are you going to read much longer?" The light made him squint his eyes.
"Just a bit," Galahad answered distractingly.
"Why are you reading those anyway?" Mordred flicked the book lightly with his hand.
"Hey!"
"I asked a question." He replied in defense. "You weren't listening."
Galahad glared at him for a second before sighing. "What was the question?"
"Well there were two really. Which one do you want?" Mordred teased. Galahad hit him on the head with the book. "I heard the first one and I gave you an answer."
"The second it is then," Mordred continued laughing softly. "Why are you reading those?" He pointed at the book. On the front cover was a stylized knight. "You know how it went down. I was the bad guy that brought everyone down, and you disappear to heaven."
"Not quite..."
"Exactly," Mordred exclaimed. "So you can put it down and sleep."
"No... It's not that." Galahad's face was suddenly serious. "I can't remember."
"What do you mean?"
"I can't remember... the Grail..."
"It doesn't matter. It's in the past. It was never real anyway, just a grand allegory."
"No."
Mordred sat up. Galahad was staring at the wall. "It was there. I found it." He looked at Mordred. "I found it. And..." He stared for a long time, his eyes squinting now and again as it to capture an image he couldn't quite grasp. "...and, and..." He sighed. "I can't remember," he admitted as he dropped his head.
"Gail..." Mordred spoke softly. "It's a myth." He gently raised the other man's head to meet his eyes. "You can't remember because it's a myth. Everything they've written about it... it's all a lie. There never was any magic or miracle. There never was any green knight come to challenge Gawain. There never was any Merlin and Nimue changing the course of history through magic. And there never was a witch Morgause. All of them... they were only people, ordinary people that history shaped and modeled to become legends. Nothing more."
"But..." Galahad started to protest. "Sometimes I..."
"No," Mordred interjected. "Sometimes nothing. You can't remember something that didn't happen."
"But I remember going into the chapel, I remember seeing the Grail! It was there!"
"Nothing but a golden cup."
"It was there! I touched it and..."
"...and nothing happened." Mordred clasped Galahad's face between his hands. "You took it and nothing happened."
"What became of me then?"
Mordred remained silent.
"I don't remember anything after that..." Galahad's voice trembled. "Everybody remembers... but I can't." A tear fell down his cheek.
Mordred clenched his jaws and remained silent. He leaned towards Galahad and hugged him. He buried his head in the other man's neck and pressed him hard against him wishing he could give him an answer but he didn't know himself why Galahad couldn't remember. It didn't make sense. It never did. "We'll figure it out, Gail. We'll figure it out."
Fandom: Arthurian legends
Prompt: Prompt 457 - Fugacious
Warnings: N/A
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: The Arthurian legends are in the public domain. I make no reference to any copyrighted work. So all is mine.
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: "I can't remember... the Grail..."
Mordred yawned as he rolled over in the bed. "Are you going to read much longer?" The light made him squint his eyes.
"Just a bit," Galahad answered distractingly.
"Why are you reading those anyway?" Mordred flicked the book lightly with his hand.
"Hey!"
"I asked a question." He replied in defense. "You weren't listening."
Galahad glared at him for a second before sighing. "What was the question?"
"Well there were two really. Which one do you want?" Mordred teased. Galahad hit him on the head with the book. "I heard the first one and I gave you an answer."
"The second it is then," Mordred continued laughing softly. "Why are you reading those?" He pointed at the book. On the front cover was a stylized knight. "You know how it went down. I was the bad guy that brought everyone down, and you disappear to heaven."
"Not quite..."
"Exactly," Mordred exclaimed. "So you can put it down and sleep."
"No... It's not that." Galahad's face was suddenly serious. "I can't remember."
"What do you mean?"
"I can't remember... the Grail..."
"It doesn't matter. It's in the past. It was never real anyway, just a grand allegory."
"No."
Mordred sat up. Galahad was staring at the wall. "It was there. I found it." He looked at Mordred. "I found it. And..." He stared for a long time, his eyes squinting now and again as it to capture an image he couldn't quite grasp. "...and, and..." He sighed. "I can't remember," he admitted as he dropped his head.
"Gail..." Mordred spoke softly. "It's a myth." He gently raised the other man's head to meet his eyes. "You can't remember because it's a myth. Everything they've written about it... it's all a lie. There never was any magic or miracle. There never was any green knight come to challenge Gawain. There never was any Merlin and Nimue changing the course of history through magic. And there never was a witch Morgause. All of them... they were only people, ordinary people that history shaped and modeled to become legends. Nothing more."
"But..." Galahad started to protest. "Sometimes I..."
"No," Mordred interjected. "Sometimes nothing. You can't remember something that didn't happen."
"But I remember going into the chapel, I remember seeing the Grail! It was there!"
"Nothing but a golden cup."
"It was there! I touched it and..."
"...and nothing happened." Mordred clasped Galahad's face between his hands. "You took it and nothing happened."
"What became of me then?"
Mordred remained silent.
"I don't remember anything after that..." Galahad's voice trembled. "Everybody remembers... but I can't." A tear fell down his cheek.
Mordred clenched his jaws and remained silent. He leaned towards Galahad and hugged him. He buried his head in the other man's neck and pressed him hard against him wishing he could give him an answer but he didn't know himself why Galahad couldn't remember. It didn't make sense. It never did. "We'll figure it out, Gail. We'll figure it out."
