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fanfiction: Thus Shall I love thee (1 / 1)

Title: Thus Shall I love thee
Author: SakiJune
Rating: R
Warning: self-harm, death-fic, pre-slash
Plot: Two men, two knights, two brothers who love their king.


We had returned from that first, grueling war. The victory made us feel eternal, but not indestructible.
you brought grief to those who still lived, and still the table bears the mark of your love for him.
The blood flowed from your wrist hurt, and I took off my sword -
company that never had an enemy and that could have dared cost me my life.
- Arthur, what were you doing?
wanted to suffer like him, I spiegaste dreamily, when the crowd gave way to fatigue.
- There It breaks my heart, Lucan, when you look at your brother?
I will answer you now, Arthur was you to break with those words.
He had lost a hand, I
my hope.


- Stop crying, Bedwyr, and help me instead.
But I'm not saddened by Lucan, my lord, indeed there is only anger in my tears.
and envy, you know: yes, I envy his fate, his blood and his bowels scattered on the battlefield.
Why, now, finally, he has won. Have gone before you, and waiting for you, and you will only have itself. What sweet wine
pay in your cup? How many laughs still rip your lips, eternity after eternity?
My king, my life, my country!
The lake is deep, calm the waters.
The thinner this chest pounding in agony.
Now tell me, where would I sink Excalibur
for your love?


Children of Corneus, beloved companions,
Also you asked if you had your loyalty enough for me.
Today I say that my gratitude will never reach the heights of your heroism.
groping around in search for a word that fills this void, but find only darkness, and finally giving up.
ferii me to feel your own pain,
and took food and wine from your lips,
and your words were my comfort and advice on many occasions. Always there
you asked those of you preferred,
and saw a genuine penalty on your face, in an effort to please me.
Believe me, it does not matter anymore! Already
not breath, and not the air that I miss, my heart loses its beat, and is not the life you crave.
Is it God who has chosen to stay close, Bedwyr,
or fate, or magic, or the force of vengeance that nothing creates and destroys everything? So
love you in the end,
because the blood of the dead no longer has any intention transcends color.