Beyond the veil there was nothing but night, the moon taking precedence in the sky over everything else. There was no warmth to be found amongst everything else, it was a land as desolate as the people in it, swallowing any sun that fell through the veil, twisting it to Avalon’s will. It was not the beautiful place of legends, for Mordred, it was a prison, the place that slow sucked away his soul, leaving him nothing but an empty vessel.
Avalon was dark, cruel, and evil.
Just like him.
There had been a time, once long ago, or perhaps it had been only yesterday, there was no sense of time beyond the veil, no sense of anything, that he had been filled with love, and perhaps would have cared for what he saw from the people here, but now he did not. It was a fickle thing.
Mordred sat there, swirling the wine around in his goblet, half listening to the mindless chatter of those who joined him. He cared not for them just as much as they cared not for him, just as willing to plunge his dagger into their back as they were to his. At the sound of the door opening the man snapped his attention upwards, raising the goblet his lips, the red staining the skin.”It’s nice of you to join us —”
“Oh, did I keep you waiting?” Her tone was poisonously sweet, the smile a slash of red lips across pale skin. She could hardly remember a time before she was trapped in Avalon, before being tricked through the veil into a place so completely antithetical to her being it was painful. She had adapted, been forced to adapt — broken, some would say.
Her madness was like a raging thunderstorm.
With a purposeful stride, Summer stepped over to Mordred and lifted the goblet out of his hands, sipping from the same place. “I’m so sorry to keep you waiting.” If sarcasm could cut, his face would be bleeding.