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[lanselos_du_lac]

The day is warm and bright -- it's lovely, in fact -- and so Lancelot is doing his best to ignore the strange tension that has been dogging him over the last few days. He is, of course, keeping to his usual routine, which helps, and now he is in the little clearing where he and Magnus meet for training. He's waiting for Magnus to arrive, checking the straps of Arthur's shield while he waits, and doing his best to clear his head and focus up on what he has determined they need to focus on today.

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[lanselos_du_lac]

"No," quietly, "it didn't. I had forgotten how fresh it felt. I suppose I spent a good deal of time, before I came here, deciding what I could feel and what I ought to put by. That... that makes it harder, now, to have it brought up fresh."

[quote_gentle_unquote]

"Yes. It would." Susan knows this intimately.

[lanselos_du_lac]

Lancelot look at her a little more directly, then, his gaze keen in spite of the mixture of emotions he feels. "Thou knowest something of grief," he says softly. It isn't that he's forgotten; it's more an acknowledgement of something shared.

[quote_gentle_unquote]

"Yes," she agrees, threading their fingers together and clutching his hand close.

[lanselos_du_lac]

Lancelot brings his free hand up to stroke her cheek, kisses the corner of her mouth.

[quote_gentle_unquote]

"I am sorry that yours cuts keenly again," says Susan; doubtless Lancelot has come to realize in their time together just how infrequently she ever says that word, and how much she means it every time she does.

[lanselos_du_lac]

"I am grateful to have thee," softly. "The joy thou bringest is a gift I could not have expected."

[quote_gentle_unquote]

"Nor I," Susan agrees. "But I'm tremendously grateful for it." She kisses his knuckles; her mouth quirks. "You might recall that I fancied myself frozen over when we met. I've not felt that way in a long time." She catches his gaze and holds it. "I've got you to thank for that."

[lanselos_du_lac]

Lancelot squeezes her hand gently; his smile warms. "Then I have done well by thee. There is nothing I could do to improve thee, only bring thee more happiness. I am so glad that I may."

[quote_gentle_unquote]

"I think--" Susan starts, and then she shakes her head, stopping herself. "No. That would rather change the subject. I shouldn't want to glide past your troubles."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"No, sweet," sounding a little surprised, "Say on. We have spent time enough on my troubles, and I do feel better. I would ever know thy thoughts."

[quote_gentle_unquote]

"It's rather silly," she warns. It shall be a tremendous tonal shift to their conversation. "Only - there is a favor I would ask of you."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"I think nothing of silliness," lightly, "and would do thee any favor thou might ask."

[quote_gentle_unquote]

"Well," says Susan. "I suppose I've hatched a plot with Sagramore to create a welcome-back-to-life gift for Shen Yuan - it's what I was working on when you came in - and I was hoping you might be involved."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Of course I will help. What needst thou?"

[quote_gentle_unquote]

"Merely for you to pose for a photographed portrait," says Susan, and a faint look of chagrin flits over her face as she adds, "while nude."

[lanselos_du_lac]

Lancelot laughs that sudden gasp of a laugh that means he's sincerely surprised. "What?"

[quote_gentle_unquote]

"It's all right, you might position Regina across your lap - or your sword, or some other device. The suggestion of a prick is more important than the visual of one for this sort of medium. We're making Shen Yuan a calendar, you see. A calendar of men. Because he's ever so tremendously homosexual. Wait, I've got a sample." And she slides off of Lancelot's lap to retrieve one of the example calendars from her satchel.

[lanselos_du_lac]

He watches her, bemusedly. "Why would Shen Yuan have such an interest in me?"

[quote_gentle_unquote]

"Why, because you're tremendously handsome, of course," says Susan, coming back over. She reclaims her spot on his lap and holds the calendar between them. "I'm afraid it's less about you specifically, and more about a bouquet of attractive men generally."

[lanselos_du_lac]

Lancelot says, "Show me, then. I am not certain I understand."

[quote_gentle_unquote]

Susan opens the calendar to the first month. This one features a man - naked, of course; the photo includes everything from his prodigiously muscled thighs to the smirk on his face - flexing and carefully holding a small duck to obscure his groin.

[lanselos_du_lac]

He laughs and says, "Absurd!"

[quote_gentle_unquote]

"But surely you see the vision, dear heart, yes?"

[lanselos_du_lac]

"I suppose so. Very well, I shall help."