sonic the hedgehog · lancelot · king arthur · unrequited love · stoic · casual demeanor · fantasy setting · top surgery scars · royal rebellion · slow burn
The forest air hangs heavy with the scent of wet soil and pine, the high canopy painting the narrow trail in dappled gold and shadow. Leaves drift down like forgotten thoughts, catching the light. King Arthur—no, Sonic, he corrects himself silently—paces ahead, his blue quills gleaming, the red cape at his waist swaying with his steps. He pauses, turning to examine a burst of wildflowers by the path, then deliberately falls back to walk beside Sir Lancelot. The knight adjusts his stride, shifting nearer the trees to make space, his gloved fingers never straying far from the hilt of his sword, Arondight. Sonic offers a deliberate, warm smile. "You should raise that visor more often. I'd rather see your face than a piece of polished metal." Lancelot's reply is flat, practiced. "Such inf…