Percival’s expression softened. “Why did you ask that?” He looked down at his arm. “You really like my arms. But why did you ask that?”
“You’re so tall, I can’t reach any higher!” She pauses to think for a moment. “Because — the answer to such a question could be anything. I can learn a lot from the way a person considers the question.”
“Absolutely,” she muttered. Like she wanted anyone else to know they’d accidentally dyed their hair blue.
Never mind that they’d done it with magic. Nobody needed to know that either.
“Are you /sure/ you read that shapeshifting spell right? Let me see that book.” Summer grabbed it from Merlin, running her finger down the lines. She flicked her gaze up to glare at him. “And stop snickering, at least if you shave your head people won’t look at you funny. If we can’t /fix/ this I’ll have to wear a wimple for months.”
Looking back down the page, she mouthed the words to herself. “No, look, here, this is what went wrong. Try it again.”
“Don’t what?” Summer smiles slowly, lifting her sword slightly. She’s confident, not in her ability to best him, but in her ability to at least hold her own. Abruptly, she lunges forward, thrusting, and Mordred barely gets his own blade up in time to parry.
The other knights whoop and laugh, cheering them on, though it’s not clear which of the two they’re cheering louder. It takes a few passes before Mordred takes her seriously — the part where she nearly has the shield out of his hand might have something to do with that.
Then they clash in circles across the field. She avoids closing with him, knowing his strength will overpower her, and concentrates on swift darts in and out of his range. But she miscalculates one spin, or he predicts her motion — either way, her sword flies from her grip and she’s on the ground, holding her hands up in laughing surrender.
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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 laces her fingers with his, hurrying to keep up with his long stride. “Do you think he’ll know? About us? He might … forbid you from seeing me.”
“He won’t do that, believe me, he knows the feeling of such a thing. I don’t believe he will know.”
“But he’s the king! Who could possibly forbid him from anyone he likes?”
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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.”
His words spark another foolish worry in her mind. She doesn’t even know why she’s fretting over this so much, except that nagging feeling in the back of her mind that won’t let her alone. “What if it’s not you? I don’t want to go with some other knight escorting me.”
”Ask for me,” he tells her simply.
She laces her fingers with his, hurrying to keep up with his long stride. “Do you think he’ll know? About us? He might … forbid you from seeing me.”
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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.”
“Important to you, maybe, not to anyone else, ever.” Summer sneaks her hand into his, needing the comfort.
He smiles, lifting her hand up to his lips, kissing it gently. “They will think it important, tell him you have family issues but Dover isn’t exactly the safest of places and you request an escort.”
His words spark another foolish worry in her mind. She doesn’t even know why she’s fretting over this so much, except that nagging feeling in the back of her mind that won’t let her alone. “What if it’s not you? I don’t want to go with some other knight escorting me.”
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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 sighs, and shrugs, and looks away. “It’s not much of a cause. A strange girl and a funny feeling.”
“Still something important none-the-less.”
“Important to you, maybe, not to anyone else, ever.” Summer sneaks her hand into his, needing the comfort.
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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.”
“So once again there’s something you aren’t telling me, since obviously he’s no reason to think you are lying.” She’s not at all angry, just amused. There’s something about the way he reacts sometimes, when she pokes him.
He looks down at her. “No, this time I am not hiding anything from you. This cause would sound more real if you asked.”
She sighs, and shrugs, and looks away. “It’s not much of a cause. A strange girl and a funny feeling.”
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”Why? Does it show on my face?” Drunky drunk.
“It really kind of does, my lord.” She gestures to her nose. “About the eyes, I think.”
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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.”
Following him out into the corridor, Summer lifts a brow at him, eyes dancing with mischief. “Do you normally bullshit the king?”
He shakes his head, “no, sometimes the other men do- I’m not a fan of lying to him.”
“So once again there’s something you aren’t telling me, since obviously he’s no reason to think you are lying.” She’s not at all angry, just amused. There’s something about the way he reacts sometimes, when she pokes him.
