Foolish men

”Thank you” Mercury said sleepily, watching as she cleaned the mud from his precious blade. He had gained many beloved trinkets over the years, much of which had been lost when his ship had sunk. But that blade, he knew its loss would be the most devastating of all.

He didn’t remember sleeping, but he woke at the sudden pressure against his cheek, and opened his eyes to the bright orbs of Gwyn right there in front of him. Confusion flicked through him for a moment, before he remembered why he was there. He yawned softly, and stretched out his limbs experimentally. The impromptu sleep had done him some good. “We should” he said, agreeing with the practical healer. A proper bed would do him better healing than the cold ground out here. He reached for his sword and returned it to its sheath with fumbling, tired paws. He nudged gently at her shoulder this time. “It’s been quite an adventure” he said with light amusement.


"Gwynevere & Mercury"