Title: "Poet" Pairing: Galahad/Gawain Rating: PG Summary: Gawain longs for the words. Disclaimer: Never happened. All rights belong to Touchstone Pictures, not me. Notes: For Jo, for this "King Arthur" drabble challenge. Gawain wasn't a bard, had no gift for the music of language, no use for pretty words. He enjoyed a good story well enough -- loved when Arthur would weave bright tales of Rome on bitterly endless nights, loved when Galahad would reminisce of Sarmatia over too many pints of ale. Loved to listen. Talking was best left to the experts. But the sight of snowflakes, like brilliant stars on a cloudless night, clinging to Galahad's eyelashes above a shy, welcoming smile made Gawain long for the words to capture such a moment. Hoped his clumsy, answering smile was poetry enough. If you enjoyed this fic, please leave feedback here. Thanks!