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Gwaine was easily amused. Always smiling, laughing. He loved pranks and jokes. He loved to make them and even to be the object of it.
Gwaine was exuberant and loud. He loved to be the center of the attention, to amuse his audience.
But Percival knew that it was just a mask, a protecting wall to hide who he really was, to conceal his sentimal side.
Percival knew he was the only one to see Gwaine without that mask, when, at night, the Knight came to his chambers to seek protection and tenderness. Then, Gwaine stopped jesting to finally love.