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They say there are people who need each other just to exist. Oliver requires Roland. Achilles cannot be without Patroclus. Souls joined by something unknown and undeniable.
Whispers circulate of another such pair. It is said that if one could dive between the lines of history, they might see two men walking the stones of a lost court and relying on each other for life itself. Two men with their own hopes and dreams; their own passions and their own fears. Two very different men.
One is quick to argument and quick to friendship: a tall strong man with a reputation and the experience to back it. The other is a slimmer; slightly younger creature whose humble exterior is betrayed by his movements that show how deadly he could be. Very different faces hold the same eyes: eyes that tell you things. Pain, joy, magic, and humanity could all be found in those eyes if one knew how to look, but most of all there shows the connection and a need for each other.
In the end it might not matter much. Camelot has been lost to the sands of time with or without a bond that delves deeper than friendship into a true brotherhood. The inability to be whole without another person by your side has never been a path to immortality, but for those who care to remember there will always be an echo of these chosen brothers. Two men who always faced destiny shoulder to shoulder and danger back to back.
Terence and Gawain were as individual as they come, but something inside them could only settle when the other one was present. If ancient walls could talk, the old fireplace of a knight’s chamber in a forgotten castle could tell of the peace that existed when two souls were left alone to only each other in comforting familiarity on long ago winter nights.
Gawain and Terence: featuring never in the annals of men, but brothers to the end of the line; lives that only truly were because the other was.