That takes him by surprise. He doesn't know what kind of love he deserves -- he doesn't know what that means. He was never meant to be loved, not in the way Claudius does; he was meant for chastity and purity and denial, and perhaps someday, after he attained the Grail, to be loved in the ways saints are, with sexless adulation. He wasn't meant to be treasured. He wasn't meant for either the indulgence of desire or the warmth of living day to day with someone dear to him, for sleeping in one bed, for sharing meals and reading together. For Claudius' fingers between his lips, Claudius' voice urging him to moan. It's all heresy. How can he have expectations for how heresy should be done?
Galahad uncurls the angry fist of his fingers and draws them down Claudius' spine instead, stroking his back.
"I think so," he says. "But I don't know. Is it all right to ask for something else later?"
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Date: 2024-04-02 05:16 pm (UTC)Galahad uncurls the angry fist of his fingers and draws them down Claudius' spine instead, stroking his back.
"I think so," he says. "But I don't know. Is it all right to ask for something else later?"