[Open Post] ..hell yes i mind..

[lanselos_du_lac]

It's been a long while since Lancelot felt this way: angry and adrift, too overwhelmed and in his own head to determine how best to manage it. (If Susan were here, it would be simple -- but the fact that his Susan is gone is part of the problem.) His anger is a hot stone at his center, a roiling mess, a weapon without a target. He still feels that he would like to smash something, start a fight, find some way to externalize everything all the things he could not bring himself to say to the Galahad who is far older than he ought to be, the quiet king of a quiet kingdom.

A fulfilled purpose. A completed quest. A long chain of manipulation and events that dragged Lancelot along in its wake, and that (in this other time, he has to acknowledge, not his time and not now) led only to the ruin of everything Lancelot had cared for. And for what? It makes him furious to think that the price of the Grail was Galahad's joy, Galahad's self, and that that price was somehow being paid long before Galahad was even born.

That's just the start of it; there is more, much more, and it feels like it will keep spooling out without ceasing.

His impulse, as ever, is to stalk off to his room and stay there until he feels he can manage himself. (He thinks, not for the first time, of himself ten years older and outwardly angry, angry enough that everyone sees it, fears him or dreads his company. A man who lashes out. He does not want that future, but this possibility has always been somewhere just under the surface; he's always known it. Sometimes it has worked for him, with him, but he knows that it is dangerous and there is no one in this place that he would want to bear witness to it.) If this were Camelot, that is what he would do.

Since he can't figure what to do, he settles for a middle ground. It's been a long while since he felt like getting very deliberately drunk, but that appeals just now, and so he heads for one of the smaller bars, just off the main corridor.

^{[Note: All are welcome! Those who care for Lancelot and/or those who also wish to fistfight God are particularly welcome.]}

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[lanselos_du_lac]

"i have heard it said that nothing worth doing is easy," with a strange kind of lightness. He has the sudden thought that, even if he did love both his King and his Queen, he did not do so particularly well. How much of that was within himself, and how much it came down to the challenges and pressures of their roles, he doesn't think he could say.

[wickedwit]

Claudius laughs -- a more easy and natural laugh than perhaps Lancelot is used to hearing. "Yes, but a number of things not worth doing are pointlessly difficult. It speaks well of thee, regardless," Claudius muses, "that thou canst love someone despite the difficulties they cause. Thou hast a more than fair-weather heart. It must be why Susan likes thee so well."

[lanselos_du_lac]

Lancelot actually flushes a little at this; he is surely in his cups, because despite being flattered at what feels like praise, he cannot help but make a jest of it. "A very kind way to say that I am stubborn, though I do think that stubbornness pleases her."

[wickedwit]

A stubborn man is a determined one,” Claudius laughs. “Susan and I have sharp, wary minds. We assess and reassess the people we meet according to our own private criteria. Someone who is stubborn, loyal, and straightforward has a way of getting past our defenses … there’s someone we can rely on.” Claudius gives him a wry sideways look. “If we’d met in different circumstances, perhaps I wouldn’t have had my defenses so far up.”

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Ah, well," he gestures loosely with his glass, "I did myself no favors, when I arrived here. I cannot but think that thine impression was reasonable."

[wickedwit]

"It all comes back to Gertrude," Claudius says, with a long drink, leaning comfortably over the bar with his own glass in his hand. "If she were my sister proper, or my lawful wife, and some man struck her in a temper, I'd have the right to demand satisfaction. That's what duels are for: handling those abstract insults to honor that outrage us beyond what words alone can express. That I could do nothing rankled me. But not to worry ... I've spent many hours and private conversations finding my words, until there's no need say them anymore. And," he adds, "I'm not the dueling type. I'm not so strong as thou art, and I've known it all my life. I can only protect Galahad in my own way." He thinks of the Galahad he met, that clear and even tone of his voice, with all the serenity of heaven blanketing the despair of death. "I think we both want that."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"I think so, too," quietly. He eyes his glass, takes another long drink. It's nearly empty again. "I think, perhaps, that is part of why I am so angry. I would have wished to protect him, but one cannot protect against God's will. Here, at least, we are free of that. Should the need arise, I would protect Galahad with everything I have, including my life."

Lancelot pauses, then says, "I would do the same for thee. For anyone in this community. Things are not as they were when I first arrived. I am not as I was."

[wickedwit]

“Thou wouldst be a true knight,” Claudius says, voice even, in a way that betrays him deep emotion. “I didn’t think they still existed. And yet, even when thou wert the most celebrated knight in Camelot, I don’t think thou wert ready to embody the ideal. Thou hadst to come here.”

[lanselos_du_lac]

"No," which is, strangely, an agreement. He catches something in Cladius' tone, though he isn't sure just what that might be. He gives Claudius a long look, as if trying to discern it.

[wickedwit]

With a short laugh and a longer smile, Claudius asks, "Does Galahad get it from thee, then? That searching stare."

[lanselos_du_lac]

Lancelot raises his eyebrows, "Do I have that in common with him? It may well be so -- I cannot answer for his mother. He pays close attention to things, does he not?"

[wickedwit]

“Ay. No one sees as deeply as he … and that he could look on me so long, and still choose me, is one of the great wonders of my life.”

[lanselos_du_lac]

He smiles at this. "I understand that feeling. I am glad the two of thee have each other, and that sort of happiness."