Merlin/Bruise balm

[runaway_smith]

Elyan leans against a tree and takes in the battlefield.

The sun is setting over the fallen soldiers but all Elyan can think is: thank the stars that I'm alive.

He can see his fellow knights gathered by the tents and he limps over to them, tired and aching but thrumming with the adrenaline rush of a fight well-fought.

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[runaway-smith.livejournal.com]

Elyan likes the feeling of Gwaine inside him, and holds the man in a loose embrace - companionable, relaxed.

"I have no idea how I'm going to ride tomorrow."

[sir-gwaine.livejournal.com]

"You should have thought of that sooner," Gwaine quips, pulling back and away. He's not one for post-coital cuddling.

"I gave you what you asked for."

[runaway-smith.livejournal.com]

Elyan stretches, wincing as a thousand bruises and aches make themselves known.

"I needed it," he admits. "Once the battle fury's on me..." He shrugs helplessly, muscles loose and relaxed. He's ready to sleep.

[sir-gwaine.livejournal.com]

Crawling the short distance to his own bedding, Gwaine lays himself down, spent and pleasantly sleepy. He's sure he'll be the last one awake in the morning, but never mind.

"I'm rather a fan of your battle fury," he teases as he closes his eyes.

[runaway-smith.livejournal.com]

"You should see how relaxing I can be," Elyan mumbles, dozing off. "Sunday afternoon. My chambers."

And with that pleasant anticipation in his mind, Elyan drifts off to sleep.