#galahad
Everybody loves somebody sometime
Everybody falls in love somehow
Everybody finds somebody someplace
There’s no telling where love may appear
Everybody loves somebody sometime
And although my dream was overdue
Your love made it well worth waiting
For someone like you
Dean Martin - Everybody Loves Somebody
Just a pause in my six fanarts challenge, because I watched Kingsman and I love it. And also, I ship it. I have no regret and I will go down with that ship >:)
Hope you like that drawing, tho. I admit I’m quit proud of it, because the proportions actually look like real human people and not, like, the stick guy you draw in kindergarden.
Just the boys being casual toward each other, ya know-
So in Galahad in Camelot, Galahad’s having a problem of unintentionally showing Lancelot up and causing him to have existential crises of becoming irrelevant and Galahad’s just trying to find the right time to tell Lancelot he’s his son and things just keep happening. I finally got around to writing the scene where Galahad sits in the Siege Perilous and there’s basically this moment of shocked silence and Galahad is internally freaking out because he just sat. In a chair. There is no way he can do anything monumental and groundbreaking by sitting in a chair, right? Right?
Galahad smiled and pulled the door open, bowing chivalrously to Mordred and Guinevere. “My queen, sir knight, after you.”
“You can call him ‘my prince,’ you know,” Guinevere teased. “More romantic that way.”
“Mordred doesn’t like that, since he couldn’t inherit from his step-father,” Galahad corrected. Guinevere gave the now fidgeting prince a look.
“You didn’t tell him?”
Mordred rubbed the back of his neck. “Not yet.”
Galahad blinked and looked between the two of them. “Tell me what?”
Guinevere inclined her head, prompting Mordred to sigh. “Okay, and I want the record to show that this is a really bad time to tell you, but my biological father was, and kind of is, I guess, King Arthur. He’s accepted me as his son now, so it’s sort of official.” Galahad opened his mouth but Mordred interrupted. “And just… don’t think about it too much. It gets ickier the longer you do.”
With a knowing gaze, Galahad softly smiled and shook his head. “Mordred, I already knew. I just wasn’t sure if anyone else did.”
His mouth fell open. “You… what? How—”
“We covered Arthurian legends in freshman year at my old school. Some were horribly inaccurate, but most all agreed that you were Arthur’s son,” Galahad explained. “I just needed you to confirm it.”
For a few seconds, Mordred couldn’t speak. “You know, I kind of forgot those existed for a bit there,” he finally said.
Did a sketch of the baby ROs so far. Oh and my Mordred. From Bastard of Camelot by @llamagirl28❤️