It’s a beautiful evening in Camelot. Up on top of one of the many towers of the castle, Sir Lancelot and King Arthur are seated on the ground, their legs dangling off the ledge. They’re both leaning back on their arms, which are propped up behind them to support their weight. Both hedgehogs are quietly watching the sun set, Arthur’s hand very close to one of Lancelot’s, his fingers resting on Lancelot’s in a relaxed way.

After a while, Arthur turns his head to look at Lancelot, the armored hedgehog doing the same. Arthur stares at the visor covering Lancelot’s face and raises an eyebrow. He had never seen his face before. And if he did, he can’t remember since it’s really rare. Arthur leans closer and uses his free hand and slowly pulls Lancelot’s visor to reveal his face. The two of them stare at each other with slightly wide eyes. Both of them having two different reasons. Arthur, in awe, Lancelot, in surprise.

Arthur stares into the souls of Lancelot’s beautiful crimson red eyes and Lancelot stares back into Arthur’s shining emerald green eyes that he’d recognize anywhere.

“My, your eyes are gorgeous, Lance..”

Arthur says softly, accidentally letting that slip before realizing what he said and freezing up out of embarrassment.

“I-I mean- I’m just saying they look nice! I promise I didn’t mean that in a weird way!”

He quickly stumbled out, flushed with embarrassment yet a cheeky smirk forms on his face.