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*There are always corners of the bar where one can find quiet.

Guinevere has become fond of this table in the corner, where she can watch the bar and think.*

Date: 2006-03-27 05:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Mordred doesn't like Guinevere, everyone knows this. He didn't much like his father, either, come to think about it. He loved him, but never her.


She is Arthur's wife, and Bran's mother, so when Mordred's absent steps take him near, he only hesitates a moment before walking over.

Date: 2006-03-27 05:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Guinevere. Just thought I'd indulge a brief moment of something reseambling filial duty and warn you about something." Cool, mocking as always.

He looks only six years older then the twins. Five, really.

Date: 2006-03-27 06:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"She and her Mordred have two boys, twins. And...they are here, aged about fourteen."

Date: 2006-03-27 06:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"...ah. Well, I was going to warn you about them."

Date: 2006-03-27 06:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Now, are you being sarcastic, or...?"

Date: 2006-03-27 06:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Huh. Well, okay. Sorry I didn't...actually warn you before you saw 'em."

Date: 2006-03-27 06:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
A little flickering smile.

"I guess."

Date: 2006-03-27 06:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"I think the question is more would they wish to speak to me. Their Mordred is two years in his grave. And I'm pretty sure Melou hates me."

His tone is flat, emotionless, and maybe that shows exactly how much that anger hurts him.

Date: 2006-03-27 06:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]

"Your God has a purgatory. A hell. This isn't hell, otherwise Bran wouldn't come here. But purgatory? Sometimes I think I believe that. Punishment for my sins over and over and over again. Love thy parents, isn't that one of your Commandments?"

Date: 2006-03-27 07:05 am (UTC)
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"With the peace of the Clearing." His voice is a whisper, and then he shakes his head.

Date: 2006-03-27 07:40 am (UTC)
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"Forgive the blood on my hands, on my soul's? Or forgive my hatred of a father who hated me and gave me no reason?"

Date: 2006-03-27 08:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"And did father ask it? Did he find it?"

Date: 2006-03-27 10:50 pm (UTC)
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He makes a face, says nothing.

Date: 2006-04-07 06:10 am (UTC)
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"Oh, I don't know. It might be nice having a philosophical conversation with you without you trying to convert me."

Date: 2006-04-07 06:32 am (UTC)
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He's not having a very good month of three, she probably shouldn't expect him to apologize again anytime soon.

Date: 2006-04-07 06:38 am (UTC)
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"Not that I can think of."

Date: 2006-04-07 06:51 am (UTC)


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