xregicide-deactivated20140812:
Mordred grunts, his eyes fluttering open after a few seconds and he smiles. “Good morning” he mutters, moving into a sitting position “you didn’t have to.”
She buries her face in her hands. “Because that’s exactly what I need when I’m in /Camelot/, my magic doing something I don’t understand and can’t control.”
“Summer, I’m sorry I can’t give you another answer.”
“Just — come over here, and put your arms round me, and tell me you still lov—” Her words choke off mid-sentence as a spike of pain seems to drive through her body. She doubles over, clutching her belly, but it’s not her pain. That faintest edge of detachment remains, and she struggles to deepen it, to separate herself out from the foreign emotion. “Medraut, fi angen i chi,” she gets out, under the weight of it. Everything seems blurry, blood rushing in her ears, and she fears she’s about to convulse. She hasn’t had a seizure in a long time, not since she learned to shield; why would she have one now?