[text to: magic hands] I see why mordred loves you. be home in ten.
Monthly Archives: October 2013
*pulls Toni’s shirt over his head*
[text to: Arthur’s Girl] Alright. Mordred has a boring sense of food. Get him fruit or something. Apples, I guess.
[text to: magic hands] wow. okay. cream cheese dip then. it’ll go along with the veggies anyway.
[text to: magic hands] I may need some help carrying all this inside.
[text to: magic hands] I’m standing in the grocery store and I have no idea what to even buy for this party
[text to: Arthur’s Girl] Uhm. You could make pigs in a blanket? Buy a lot of freaking chips and salsa.
[text to: Arthur’s Girl] Oh and cocktail mixes.
[text to: magic hands] I’m not paying for what I can make perfectly well myself. Cocktail mixes, forsooth.
[text to: magic hands] thank god y’all are on the same floor or I’d worry about getting you home
[text to: magic hands] do they make vegan hot dogs?
[text to: Arthur’s Girl] I think that they do.
[text to: Arthur’s Girl] Don’t buy a lot though.
[text to: Arthur’s Girl] I’ll probably be the only one to eat them.
[text to: magic hands] what’s mordred’s fav food?
[text to: Arthur’s Girl] Let me ask really quick. I’ll let you know in a minute.
[text to: magic hands] I should introduce you guys to something weirdly american except I can’t think of anything
[text to: magic hands] I’m standing in the grocery store and I have no idea what to even buy for this party
[text to: Arthur’s Girl] Uhm. You could make pigs in a blanket? Buy a lot of freaking chips and salsa.
[text to: Arthur’s Girl] Oh and cocktail mixes.
[text to: magic hands] I’m not paying for what I can make perfectly well myself. Cocktail mixes, forsooth.
[text to: magic hands] thank god y’all are on the same floor or I’d worry about getting you home
[text to: magic hands] do they make vegan hot dogs?
[text to: Arthur’s Girl] I think that they do.
[text to: Arthur’s Girl] Don’t buy a lot though.
[text to: Arthur’s Girl] I’ll probably be the only one to eat them.
[text to: magic hands] what’s mordred’s fav food?
[text to: magic hands] I’m standing in the grocery store and I have no idea what to even buy for this party
[text to: Arthur’s Girl] Uhm. You could make pigs in a blanket? Buy a lot of freaking chips and salsa.
[text to: Arthur’s Girl] Oh and cocktail mixes.
[text to: magic hands] I’m not paying for what I can make perfectly well myself. Cocktail mixes, forsooth.
[text to: magic hands] thank god y’all are on the same floor or I’d worry about getting you home
[text to: magic hands] do they make vegan hot dogs?
Summer lies there, intermittently trembling as another jolt of pleasure rides through her body, one hand bent up to press against Mordred’s chest. She’s unwilling to be out of contact with him yet. “Thank you,” she murmurs. “That was … ” She can’t find the words.
[ + ]
“I dreamed it. I dreamed it again,” she whispered. “All alone, in the dark — you don’t want me to go with you, but if I don’t face it … “
Mordred nodded lightly, “It’s alright, I understand,” he answered; his voice soft. “I’ll see if I can convince the King to allow you to ride with us,” he reasoned, after all, that was all he could think to do.
He’d already convinced Arthur to go on a trip to find these bandits, what harm could this attempt do?
Summer shakes against him for a long minute, fighting down the fear she can’t control. It’s an effort of sheer will to step away, sinking low in a curtsey. “My deepest apologies, Sir Knight. I don’t know what came over me. I’ll just — I’ll just take a walk, to clear my head.”
Summer shudders, fingernails curling into his skin. She buries her face in Mordred’s neck again, her brain disassembled, unable to keep a coherent thought in the face of the slowing motion. Her open mouth presses to his skin, keen muffled there as the climax overtakes her.
