Gwen & Art Are Not in Love

by Lex Croucher

she had a smear of something dark—potentially mud, potentially horse manure—on her cheekbone. Gwen had never seen something so magnificent in all her life.

A MAN could never

“Arthur,” Gwen said eventually, in a whisper. “That was a boy. You were kissing a boy.”

Gwen don’t act like you weren’t just thirsting over a woman with horse shit on her face

“Let’s just agree to be straight with each other,”

Poor choice of words but alright

“I am good, though,” Arthur said, winking at Gabriel, who looked thunderstruck and quickly turned back to face the arena. “Don’t wink at him,” Gwen said. “The point is to make it seem like we’re getting together, not that this is some kind of … mildly incestuous free-for-all.”

“Nobody else is ever going to care as much as you do about the things that you want, Gwendoline. So it’s up to you—you can put them aside forever, if you can live with that, or you can put on your big-girl girdle and demand more for yourself.”

“Arthur is very sensitive about the fact that we’re the same height,” Gwen said to Gabriel by way of explanation. “He exaggerates, because if I’m a gigantic woman, then he can pretend he’s an average-sized man.”

Queen energy I love this

“What are you doing?” Gwen demanded. “Crimes,” said Arthur, at the exact same time that both Agnes and Sidney said, “Nothing.”

God, Gwen thought wistfully. I hope she stabs me.

Felt

Arthur was amazed that kissing could feel like that, like both a blessing and a comfort, instead of like the inevitable meeting of two people who were reaching desperately for something they couldn’t quite grasp.

Oh my heart

“It’s not a dream,” Gwen said. “Trust me. In the dream, you’re always on a unicorn.”

Behold, kissing hath recently taken place betwixt this lusty knight and this passing good woman.

“Actually,” Arthur spat, “I can think of quite a few reasons to be difficult. One—” “Seize him,” his father said,

I wanted to know the reasons 🥲

Bridget hasn’t been turned,

Let’s not do this :|

he saw something he knew he’d remember for the rest of his life: Lady Bridget Leclair,

MY GIRL

“To be truly brave, first you must be afraid—and to be afraid, you must have something you cannot bear to lose.”