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*Guinevere rarely explores outside her room or the main room of the bar, but tonight, she is outside under the stars, a shawl pulled around her shoulders.

It's just a shawl, this one.*

Date: 2005-09-26 05:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] maydaybrat.livejournal.com
There is a figure leaning against a tree, one hand in his leather jacket pocket as he idly smokes.

"Did you recently get into trouble over a shawl?" Mordred asks his step-mother.

Date: 2005-09-26 06:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] maydaybrat.livejournal.com
A little, cynical laugh.

"Saw the end results, you know. Bran storming in with all that weird Hunter shit going on. Very impressive. Looked like a prince for a moment, instead of a shepard."

Date: 2005-09-26 10:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] maydaybrat.livejournal.com
Mordred just watches her, his golden eyes sharp and intent.

"Only thing I'll ever respect you for, you know. Getting my brother out of whole fucking mess," he continues, his soft voice just as conversational as before.

Date: 2005-09-27 12:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] maydaybrat.livejournal.com
Amused,

"Isn't that what I just said?"

Date: 2005-09-27 01:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] maydaybrat.livejournal.com
Her step-son's lips twitst.

Mildly,

"No, not really. Of course, you weren't just about universally hated, either." Yes, Mordred had those loyal to him - he had the knack of it, the family charisma that came from Ygerna. But, to all others...

Date: 2005-09-27 01:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] maydaybrat.livejournal.com
He can be cruel, Mordred Pendragon can be. Oh, yes, he can be cruel.

So, he says nothing. Just watches her. Just a boy, leaning against a tree, watching the woman who could have changed things, could have softened his father's heart, if only a little.

He can be cruel, and he knows when to say nothing. To just let the other's mind speak for him.

Date: 2005-09-27 01:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] maydaybrat.livejournal.com
"Not as fucked up. Probably will live far longer, too."

Unspoken, I would have killed him, then.

Date: 2005-09-27 01:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] maydaybrat.livejournal.com
"Indeed."

Beat.

"So, that's my startling revelation of the day. What's yours?"

Date: 2005-09-27 01:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] maydaybrat.livejournal.com
There's that waiting, knowing, slightly mocking silence again.

Funny, how it comes on coming up.

Date: 2005-09-27 01:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] maydaybrat.livejournal.com
His eyes narrow.

"Can't you manage something a little more fucking profound then that?." Mordred snaps.

Date: 2005-09-27 02:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] maydaybrat.livejournal.com
Mordred rolls his eyes, bringing his cigarette back up.

Date: 2005-09-27 02:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] maydaybrat.livejournal.com
"Well. Have friends here, and Galahad's even starting to smile more. Not that'd you care about the last, but he's a source of worry to me."

"Well, stepmother dear. Very well."

Date: 2005-09-27 02:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] maydaybrat.livejournal.com
Mordred laughs, suddenly.

"You know, if you had married his father, you'd be his stepmother instead of mine."

Date: 2005-09-27 02:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] maydaybrat.livejournal.com
"No point. Just...struck me as being amusing, that's all."

Date: 2005-09-27 02:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] maydaybrat.livejournal.com
He watches her for a long moment, and then calls out,

"Why did you do it, Guinevere?"

Date: 2005-09-27 02:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] maydaybrat.livejournal.com
"You're not. I'm just curious."

Date: 2005-09-27 05:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] maydaybrat.livejournal.com
Mordred shrugs, pushing himself away from the tree with a warrior's grace.

"I love Galahad, Guinevere, because no matter what I throw at him, no matter what I do and say, he still loves me." A little, bitter smile.

"Ah. Perhaps I still see Arthur with a child's eyes, lady. I still cannot understand what you did."

Date: 2005-09-27 05:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] maydaybrat.livejournal.com
He tilts his head back, and looks at the stars for a moment.

"Perhaps not."

Date: 2005-09-27 05:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] maydaybrat.livejournal.com
"So you did."

He shakes his head.

"Perhaps I shall leave you to your contemplation, then."

Date: 2005-09-27 05:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] maydaybrat.livejournal.com
Pause,

"Same to you."

And, he vanishes.

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