Title: "Ashes" Pairing: Arthur/Guinevere Rating: PG Summary: Arthur clings to what he has. Disclaimer: Never happened. All rights belong to Touchstone Pictures, not me. Notes: For m4mitchell, for this drabble challenge. Her kisses taste of moss and spring leaves -- deep, resonant, of the earth -- and if Arthur clutches her tightly enough, he fancies he can feel the elements around them giving tacit approval of their union. She's as tough as leather, as soft as silk, everything that is good and right in this world. All that is pure and free. Most nights, he doesn't feel fit to touch her with his scarred body and blasphemous lips. Most nights, he wonders if she can taste defeat in his kisses. Wonders if they taste like ashes carried away by a strong east wind. If you enjoyed this fic, please leave feedback here. Thanks!