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under the light of the jellicle moon …
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saw ur cats memes and ur munkustrap bias
thought u might like knowing that im playing (female) munkustrap in a school production this coming week
ummm yeah
!!!! :00!!! omg that's SO COOL i hope it goes well, break a leg!!! 👀 i'm thinking of making a fem!tugger cosplay at some point this summer. we can be deut sisters in spirit >:3c
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I love and adore your Jellicle memes and art, I am humbly asking for more skimbleshanks as he is my favourite creature :DD thank you! :)
;O;!!!! thank you so much i'm so glad!!! i have drawn a skimble for you.... + 3 kittens whom he is supplying with warm tea on a chilly morning.... i hope you enjoy them!! thank you again! :3c
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cillyscribbles · 11 days
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jellicle memes for jellicle dreams pt 2
part 1 :)
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Arthur has lived on tomorrow for years. He’s had a long time to think about throwing all his bets on this one moment. But there’s something folk say about the night before an execution.
He sits, watches, and lets swell his thrice-damned hesitation.
Perhaps it would’ve been better, taking his riders. Overwhelming in numbers. Winning with certainty. Keeping a bet or two to himself, even if some of his people die for it. Because if they do, it won’t be Guinevere or Lancelot who falls. It would be someone dear, a trustee, a friend, to be certain – but not the ones who have lodged themselves so deeply in Arthur’s chest that to lose either one of them would doubtless feel like losing himself.
hello hnoc fandom. today i bring you. the pendragon throuple (again)
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cillyscribbles · 14 days
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idk what the cats fandom is putting into the water but id just like you guys to know how ridiculously encouraging creating for yall has been so far. i'll post a little drawing and like 50% of the notes are reblogs and half of those have little comments or tags and it just WARMS my COLD HEART !!! i've never gotten this sort of genuine interaction with my art or memes or whatever!!! the MEMES get little comments!!! WHAT!!!! i haven't felt this happy to make content in my life!!! innsane ! astounding! incredible! i am drawing more fanart as we speak!!!
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cillyscribbles · 16 days
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old deuteronomy has learned that human fathers are oftentimes "out for milk". unwilling to shirk this duty, he too sets out for the closest catvenience store to make sure none of his 467 children are left milkless.
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cillyscribbles · 17 days
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jellicle tumblrs for jellicle slumbers pt 1
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*hands you baby rum tum tugger* *rollerblades away*
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cillyscribbles · 20 days
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i promised cats metaposting 2 bagpipe boogaloo and i am a bitch of my word here we go
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cats 1998: the rum tum tugger + these hands are rated G for grizabella
(theory wank under cut call that catracter development)
(theory wank about munkustrap & grizabella here for those uninitiated)
RIGHT SO unfortunately this one is no longer semi-coherent overanalysis of microexpression but a full descent into conspiratorial madness, so please remain aware of the fact that this is a tangent missing textual support at the best of times. it's entirely possible and even likely that rum tum tugger is genuinely just a bitch to grizabella because that's who he is as a person and doesn't like what she smells like or something idfk. anyway.
welcome to my red string board of why rum tum tugger actually doesn't dislike her for no reason and totally has depth and yeah we're poor little meow meowing a white boy with more hubris than eyeliner, classic essay genre on tumblr, at least he's a catboy this time and the hubris-eyeliner ratio is actually a close call.
anyway, for any of my theorizing to make sense, here are the two headcanons it's all based on:
grizabella is an (ex-)wife of old deuteronomy and the mother of rum tum tugger (and munkustrap if you're so inclined)
grizabella left the jellicle cats at some point when rum tum tugger was a kitten or otherwise a very young cat
and honestly the rest just flows from the mommy issues to be honest. there's a load of alternate explanations and theories and headcanons and mine's by no means the right one necessarily, but i do have to admit the family angst it allows for is balls to the walls insane because it just. it fits what we see on screen so well!
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look at this clown i love him. he ONLY does the puff-up at grizabella. and even though that supports my theorizing it's also honestly a bit of a loss i think. it's such an evocative cat-thing. i want him to do that when something jumpscares him lmao. i NEED him to do that at old deuteronomy jokingly and get cuffed on the back of the head by munkustrap for being a professional youngest child. anyway
don't get me wrong, the fact that tugger has a grudge against grizabella isn't anything special, most older cats do; hell, some of them deliberately walk past her Judgementally (bombalurina, notably) or shake their head at her in disapproval (jennyanydots), but it's so pointedly constant and so pointedly Pointed with tugger that it draws my eye. every time she appears, he has to clearly and explicitly broadcast his displeasure with the fact that she's daring to breathe at them.
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like, she's not In His Way or anything here. he doesn't have to walk past her if he doesn't want to. he doesn't have to look at her; plenty of other cats pretend she doesn't exist when she looks at them. but not only does he do all those things, he explicitly looks at her and puffs his coat up again. he's walking at a fairly brisk pace toward her and actually slows down to do it. it's such a deliberately mean thing to do it's stuck between really extra and really petty. exactly the same with the jellicle choice scene.
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my man's being so petty this should be constituted as bullying lmao. look at that! nobody likes you still! sucks to be you i guess! like. this man would be pouncival doing the fake pranks and scratching her if he was a kitten. he's just, constantly upping his level of mean to her. in the first scene he at least has the decency to walk out in the opposite direction of her.
a really professional youngest child. again, all that ^ is fairly grounded thought on character performance i think if you don't really connect it to anything, but i'm connecting it to abandonment issues for maximum ouch lmao.
so, bear with me for a moment: for whatever reason, grizabella leaves the jellicles, including her husband and kid(s). (if you're a fan of the theory about macavity being the third brother to munkustrap and tugger, i mean, she might've just left with him because he was her kid. i dunno.) and you're tugger. Baby tugger, even. you don't understand why she'd leave you. was it you? were you too much? were you not enough? of course not, but you're a little cat with a lot of pride and all the makings of a Petty Little Bastard in you, so you say fuck all that. i'm not too much; i'm actually more than enough. i'm the best! and i'll make damn sure you never forget it!
i feel like if you include munkustrap in that too it gets to be a really interesting dynamic. tugger's mean and angry and going out of his way to show it, and munkustrap is just kind of. "can we not do this" about it. really seems like he'd rather be somewhere else, but, i mean, welcome to The Unpleasant Shit being his job. professional eldest sibling.
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she approaches him and he actively goes absolutely not oh look at that what a nice corner i'll just go stand over there. meanwhile tugger's determined to be all OH! OH LOOK WHO'S HERE!!!! WELCOME HOME CHEATER!!!!!! about it. like i already made a post about this so i won't get into it again but i really don't think munkustrap is all that mad at her, which gives tugger's attitude some nice contrast.
continuing with dynamics for a moment, i feel like tugger either has real Attuned Parental Figure Senses or is surprisingly perceptive for his character? this isn't necessarily connected with the point before, but i mean, he stops his whole entire number MID-DANCE MOVE to point out grizabella. he does do it with great flow though you must admit.
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he loves attention!! that's established!! whether or not he's up for it at All Times we can have a discussion about (he really just dips out after his number to recharge for a good while lol) but he's here having the time of his life, BOOM one whiff of grizz and he's tearing down the party decorations, that's it, everyone go home.
i'd attribute it to him just Really Having That Big of a grudge if he didn't also kinda sorta activate his Deuteronomy Detect power during the lad's arrival LMAO.
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look at that! he beats munkustrap to it! admittedly i can't see the rest of the stage so it might be that all the other cats already saw it and he's just pointing old deuteronomy out to munkustrap as the latter's too busy looking the other way. but it's still a funky way to get in character traits besides Mean & A Whore!
ok and another notable thing, and to me something really interesting, it that tugger never does end up touching grizabella, even though he has the choice to.
after she's first accepted back via touch from victoria, the cats sort of line up to show their affections too. it's a really nice scene in my opinion, you get the sense that all those cats really are happy to be able to take back an old friend and i'm all for it. but the cherry is that tugger is being Really Interestingly Acted here - he leads cassandra closer so she can reach out to grizabella, but tugger himself stays behind with this sort of blank expression over him. even those cats i mentioned before - jennyanydots and bombalurina - get the moment to hold grizabella's hands and smile and encourage her on. tugger doesn't do that.
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grizabella doesn't touch every cat, granted, but even those she doesn't touch are reaching out to her, which is pretty much as good as. they all do enough of that sort of implied gesture throughout the musical that it shows it's affection and acceptance all the same whether or not physical contact is made, like for example old deuteronomy's greeting and the moments before the jellicle choice; the first one's posed similarly to grizabella's return, everyone's trying to touch old deuteronomy, but they're perfectly fine with sort of just reaching out and being reached out to (note mr mistoffelees and bombalurina). in the second one it's even sillier because both munkustrap and old deuteronomy could clear the like 10cm of distance between them, but the reaching and willingness is more than enough for that mutual understanding to come between them. basically intent > result (side note: this is not a good rule for life outside of the cats musical).
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tugger doesn't reach out. doesn't try to get any closer than he already got and stays in the shadow behind the rest, just watching her go for a bit before he dips again.
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with the way he's squashed behind asparagus jr here i can't tell if he's bowing or nodding or what, but i think it'd be really funny if he was just trying to make himself shrink a little. like hanging his head nope i'm not here don't look at me goodbye. so completely contradictory to his usual vibe it's hilarious.
it is interesting to think about though, in my opinion, that he spends pretty much the rest of the musical in the shadow and separated from the other celebrating cats. he climbs up onto the chest and stays on that platform for the rest of the show while the other cats are being directed by munkustrap to follow and then surround old deuteronomy.
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it's interesting - he may be positioned above the other cats physically, but it makes him feel sort of separated if you know what i mean. there's usually this pretty clear separation between munkustrap and the other cats when they're on screen, they might crouch when he stands and reach out to him when he's talking, but this time munkustrap is just down there calling upon the vibes with the other cats, and only makes his way up to old deuteronomy's right after grizabella's gone and it's time for the closing number. rum tum tugger straight up bounces as they're going to the russel hotel LMAO.
he does hype her up as she's going up, which is also really cute. he's off to the side so the other cats aren't really looking at him, but even as old deuteronomy shows her the rest of them, grizabella's eyes linger on tugger's wee rockstar schtick and it just kind of melts me.
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anyway. man may be conflicted but he's happy mum gets a retry whether anyone likes it or not. and i think that's nice. :)
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cillyscribbles · 22 days
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cats (1998) + demelurina propaganda
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cillyscribbles · 26 days
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jellicle cats take jellicle naps! jellicle cats eat jellicle snacks!
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cillyscribbles · 26 days
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i wish to BOOP all of you... how does one boop from a sideblog 😔😔😔
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cillyscribbles · 27 days
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someone HAS to have done this before but who am i to not throw my own vegetable into our collective soup
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cats 1998: munkustrap + being visibly afflicted by theater kid-itis
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i promised cats metaposting 2 bagpipe boogaloo and i am a bitch of my word here we go
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cats 1998: the rum tum tugger + these hands are rated G for grizabella
(theory wank under cut call that catracter development)
(theory wank about munkustrap & grizabella here for those uninitiated)
RIGHT SO unfortunately this one is no longer semi-coherent overanalysis of microexpression but a full descent into conspiratorial madness, so please remain aware of the fact that this is a tangent missing textual support at the best of times. it's entirely possible and even likely that rum tum tugger is genuinely just a bitch to grizabella because that's who he is as a person and doesn't like what she smells like or something idfk. anyway.
welcome to my red string board of why rum tum tugger actually doesn't dislike her for no reason and totally has depth and yeah we're poor little meow meowing a white boy with more hubris than eyeliner, classic essay genre on tumblr, at least he's a catboy this time and the hubris-eyeliner ratio is actually a close call.
anyway, for any of my theorizing to make sense, here are the two headcanons it's all based on:
grizabella is an (ex-)wife of old deuteronomy and the mother of rum tum tugger (and munkustrap if you're so inclined)
grizabella left the jellicle cats at some point when rum tum tugger was a kitten or otherwise a very young cat
and honestly the rest just flows from the mommy issues to be honest. there's a load of alternate explanations and theories and headcanons and mine's by no means the right one necessarily, but i do have to admit the family angst it allows for is balls to the walls insane because it just. it fits what we see on screen so well!
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look at this clown i love him. he ONLY does the puff-up at grizabella. and even though that supports my theorizing it's also honestly a bit of a loss i think. it's such an evocative cat-thing. i want him to do that when something jumpscares him lmao. i NEED him to do that at old deuteronomy jokingly and get cuffed on the back of the head by munkustrap for being a professional youngest child. anyway
don't get me wrong, the fact that tugger has a grudge against grizabella isn't anything special, most older cats do; hell, some of them deliberately walk past her Judgementally (bombalurina, notably) or shake their head at her in disapproval (jennyanydots), but it's so pointedly constant and so pointedly Pointed with tugger that it draws my eye. every time she appears, he has to clearly and explicitly broadcast his displeasure with the fact that she's daring to breathe at them.
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like, she's not In His Way or anything here. he doesn't have to walk past her if he doesn't want to. he doesn't have to look at her; plenty of other cats pretend she doesn't exist when she looks at them. but not only does he do all those things, he explicitly looks at her and puffs his coat up again. he's walking at a fairly brisk pace toward her and actually slows down to do it. it's such a deliberately mean thing to do it's stuck between really extra and really petty. exactly the same with the jellicle choice scene.
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my man's being so petty this should be constituted as bullying lmao. look at that! nobody likes you still! sucks to be you i guess! like. this man would be pouncival doing the fake pranks and scratching her if he was a kitten. he's just, constantly upping his level of mean to her. in the first scene he at least has the decency to walk out in the opposite direction of her.
a really professional youngest child. again, all that ^ is fairly grounded thought on character performance i think if you don't really connect it to anything, but i'm connecting it to abandonment issues for maximum ouch lmao.
so, bear with me for a moment: for whatever reason, grizabella leaves the jellicles, including her husband and kid(s). (if you're a fan of the theory about macavity being the third brother to munkustrap and tugger, i mean, she might've just left with him because he was her kid. i dunno.) and you're tugger. Baby tugger, even. you don't understand why she'd leave you. was it you? were you too much? were you not enough? of course not, but you're a little cat with a lot of pride and all the makings of a Petty Little Bastard in you, so you say fuck all that. i'm not too much; i'm actually more than enough. i'm the best! and i'll make damn sure you never forget it!
i feel like if you include munkustrap in that too it gets to be a really interesting dynamic. tugger's mean and angry and going out of his way to show it, and munkustrap is just kind of. "can we not do this" about it. really seems like he'd rather be somewhere else, but, i mean, welcome to The Unpleasant Shit being his job. professional eldest sibling.
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she approaches him and he actively goes absolutely not oh look at that what a nice corner i'll just go stand over there. meanwhile tugger's determined to be all OH! OH LOOK WHO'S HERE!!!! WELCOME HOME CHEATER!!!!!! about it. like i already made a post about this so i won't get into it again but i really don't think munkustrap is all that mad at her, which gives tugger's attitude some nice contrast.
continuing with dynamics for a moment, i feel like tugger either has real Attuned Parental Figure Senses or is surprisingly perceptive for his character? this isn't necessarily connected with the point before, but i mean, he stops his whole entire number MID-DANCE MOVE to point out grizabella. he does do it with great flow though you must admit.
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he loves attention!! that's established!! whether or not he's up for it at All Times we can have a discussion about (he really just dips out after his number to recharge for a good while lol) but he's here having the time of his life, BOOM one whiff of grizz and he's tearing down the party decorations, that's it, everyone go home.
i'd attribute it to him just Really Having That Big of a grudge if he didn't also kinda sorta activate his Deuteronomy Detect power during the lad's arrival LMAO.
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look at that! he beats munkustrap to it! admittedly i can't see the rest of the stage so it might be that all the other cats already saw it and he's just pointing old deuteronomy out to munkustrap as the latter's too busy looking the other way. but it's still a funky way to get in character traits besides Mean & A Whore!
ok and another notable thing, and to me something really interesting, it that tugger never does end up touching grizabella, even though he has the choice to.
after she's first accepted back via touch from victoria, the cats sort of line up to show their affections too. it's a really nice scene in my opinion, you get the sense that all those cats really are happy to be able to take back an old friend and i'm all for it. but the cherry is that tugger is being Really Interestingly Acted here - he leads cassandra closer so she can reach out to grizabella, but tugger himself stays behind with this sort of blank expression over him. even those cats i mentioned before - jennyanydots and bombalurina - get the moment to hold grizabella's hands and smile and encourage her on. tugger doesn't do that.
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grizabella doesn't touch every cat, granted, but even those she doesn't touch are reaching out to her, which is pretty much as good as. they all do enough of that sort of implied gesture throughout the musical that it shows it's affection and acceptance all the same whether or not physical contact is made, like for example old deuteronomy's greeting and the moments before the jellicle choice; the first one's posed similarly to grizabella's return, everyone's trying to touch old deuteronomy, but they're perfectly fine with sort of just reaching out and being reached out to (note mr mistoffelees and bombalurina). in the second one it's even sillier because both munkustrap and old deuteronomy could clear the like 10cm of distance between them, but the reaching and willingness is more than enough for that mutual understanding to come between them. basically intent > result (side note: this is not a good rule for life outside of the cats musical).
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tugger doesn't reach out. doesn't try to get any closer than he already got and stays in the shadow behind the rest, just watching her go for a bit before he dips again.
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with the way he's squashed behind asparagus jr here i can't tell if he's bowing or nodding or what, but i think it'd be really funny if he was just trying to make himself shrink a little. like hanging his head nope i'm not here don't look at me goodbye. so completely contradictory to his usual vibe it's hilarious.
it is interesting to think about though, in my opinion, that he spends pretty much the rest of the musical in the shadow and separated from the other celebrating cats. he climbs up onto the chest and stays on that platform for the rest of the show while the other cats are being directed by munkustrap to follow and then surround old deuteronomy.
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it's interesting - he may be positioned above the other cats physically, but it makes him feel sort of separated if you know what i mean. there's usually this pretty clear separation between munkustrap and the other cats when they're on screen, they might crouch when he stands and reach out to him when he's talking, but this time munkustrap is just down there calling upon the vibes with the other cats, and only makes his way up to old deuteronomy's right after grizabella's gone and it's time for the closing number. rum tum tugger straight up bounces as they're going to the russel hotel LMAO.
he does hype her up as she's going up, which is also really cute. he's off to the side so the other cats aren't really looking at him, but even as old deuteronomy shows her the rest of them, grizabella's eyes linger on tugger's wee rockstar schtick and it just kind of melts me.
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anyway. man may be conflicted but he's happy mum gets a retry whether anyone likes it or not. and i think that's nice. :)
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“Have this dream sometimes. On good occasion,” Lancelot said, behind him, and when Arthur turned to him from the table, he was splayed out on their fur carpet as though he were a boy. His eyes rolled upward, fixed on the ceiling. Shifted slowly back and forth like he was chasing after the dim candlelight moving down the wall, tilting his head from side to side, a little like a snake. “An’ it’s, y’know, I reckon there somethin’ to it.”
“Yeah?” Arthur said, idling, watching him blink away the haze drawn over his eyes. Thought or exhaustion, who was to say.
“Yeah.” Lancelot sighed and spread his arms out to the sides, tilted his head like a man crucified. Watched Arthur right back a quiet moment through the slit of his half-lidded eyes. “I’m dyin’, y’know, with a hole in my heart. Or in my neck, or my head, whichever way some part of me’s bleedin’ and tain’t nothin’ to be done about it. I’m just dyin’.”
“Been there,” Arthur said, trying for someplace between passive interest and compassion. He wasn’t certain if his relation was to the nightmare or the bleeding – he and Lancelot had done plenty of both in their years.
Lancelot laughed. One short bark, torn from his vocal cords as though the sound had been stuck to them.
“Tain’t a nightmare though,” he said, his voice hoarse and caught in his throat. “It don’ feel like one, anyhow. You’re there, you know – an’ I’m bleedin’ out, head on your chest, maybe on your shoulder. Can feel your heart beatin’ most times. Feels like I’m floatin’. Halfway to sleep.” He must’ve read the scepticism out from Arthur’s expression, because he smiled widely and lifted himself on his arms, shifting closer to the chair where Arthur was sitting. The gun was still laid out in pieces on Arthur’s lap, clean and waiting to be put back together, but Lancelot paid it little attention, resting one arm on the edge of the seat as he grinned up at Arthur. “But I can taste blood in my mouth, yeah. An’ tain’t mine and ain’t yours neither, but it’s someone’s blood aright, so I reckon at least I did somethin’ right fore I got my ass shot. I don’t know how I know, but I do know it.”
His smile was crooked and toothy. One corner of his lips drooped; it tended to. Arthur thought there was a speck of blood between his teeth, but the image dissipated with one swipe of Lancelot’s tongue. Arthur shook his head, just lightly, and made to turn away, to return to his reassembly instead of falling victim to the swirl of consideration in Lancelot’s eye.
But Lancelot reached up a hand and caught him by the side of the jaw. His fingers slid down to Arthur’s chin and angled him back down, forced him to meet his gaze. And Arthur, who until now had considered himself a man of steel will, bowed his head with Lancelot’s touch.
“An’ I find masel’ thinkin’, while I breathe out my last,” he said, low – and Arthur humoured him, stayed still, watched his eyes glimmer in the dim light – “that I really don’ mind dyin’. Not like that, anyhow. So long as I got your breath on my face. Your hand. So long as it feels like I chewed someone up for you and spat ‘em out, and you’re here cause of it.” His fingertips traced a line down from Arthur’s chin to the rise of his throat. Rested there a moment as Lancelot turned his eyes away as though shy of his words, even though the shine of his smile cast doubt on that. “Tain’t a nightmare. Reckon I just dream of it.”
A moment, and his hand dropped – but Arthur reached out and caught it halfway, fingers wrapped around Lancelot’s bare wrist. Lancelot glanced back up, fixed his eyes on Arthur’s, and his smile widened.
“Don’t say shit like that to me,” Arthur said quietly, and Lancelot laughed again as he pulled his hand from Arthur’s grasp.
“Well, who’ll I say it to then? Gwen?” he offered, shaking his head already as though the very idea was ludicrous. Arthur leaned back against the backrest, swallowed the sigh behind his teeth. “She’ll sock me in the face.”
“I’ll sock you in the face.” There was little heat behind the words and Lancelot was calling him out on it with eyes alone, though for a moment it seemed as though that was just where he’d leave it. Then he leaned forward again and crowded Arthur against the backrest of the chair as he lifted his crossed arms to rest just atop Arthur’s thighs.
“You won’t.”
“I will, too,” Arthur said, half in dismissal, but when he went to nudge Lancelot off the chair, he moved his boot to Lancelot’s chest with a gentleness rarely afforded to any. Lancelot followed the line Arthur set, sitting back on the floor and bracing his arms behind himself – but with the way he threw his head back, the way he bared his teeth in a grin, it seemed Arthur had lost whatever game he’d set out to play.
“You won’t,” Lancelot said, and Arthur looked up to him to find him waiting. Clearly; Arthur knew it by the cut of his expression and the challenge in his eye. “Cause you know I’d like it.”
And let it not be said that Arthur was a sore loser, even if he was unaware of the game; he put his gun back together slowly, piece by careful wiped-down piece. Lifted it onto table along with the handkerchief he’d had laid out over his legs. Guinevere’s. They left some part of themselves behind when they left town without one another. Just in case.
He didn’t mind letting the time to reunion pass quicker.
He stood up and felt Lancelot’s eyes trailing after his steps, following down the shape of him when he came to kneel at his side. His head was tilted to look at Arthur, narrow-eyed and self-satisfied, his throat bobbing along with his breath.
Arthur fitted his hand there, slid it forward to cup the back of Lancelot’s head, tangled his fingers in his hair, and said, “Fuck you.”
He took Lancelot’s laughter into his mouth, quiet even in the small space of the room. When Lancelot drew back from him, he closed his eyes and waited for his inevitable scolding; but Lancelot met him instead with a kiss to the corner of his lips, his cheek and his temple, taking Arthur’s other hand and pulling him closer.
“Well,” he said, pleasantly and a little like they were about to discuss the weather, “Go on, then.”
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