Tangible Schizophrenia


Post-It: Morning Scramble

Author: Guede Mazaka
Rating: PG
Pairing: Arthur/Guinevere/Lancelot
Feedback: Good lines, bad ones, etc.
Disclaimer: Ideas originated with the movie, not me.
Notes: Challenge from d_violetta.
Summary: Arthur—sorry about the bruises. I’ll make it up to you later. Lancelot.


Tristan poked around in the freezer until he found a clean icepack to hand to Arthur. He stayed poking around in it because there were some specialty ice cream flavors in there that he didn’t know could even be made. “So Lancelot’s briefcase is the king of the household?”

“Actually, Guinevere’s is even bigger, but she tends to be more careful about how she swings it around.” Arthur delicately applied the pack to his forehead, wincing. “That didn’t come out correctly.”

“Nope.” Raspberry with cabernet sauvignon swirl and chocolate bits. The most complicated Arthur had ever gotten was rocky road, so that was probably Guinevere’s. “She tops both of you?”

There was a funny sound, like a cross between a choke and a kill-me-now plea. “I am not having this conversation with you. Don’t you have class?” Arthur said.

Tristan silently laughed at the stacked ice cream pints. “I think I’m learning just as much here.”