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iamthefirechild:

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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.”  

“Well, I did tell you you’re not to go armoured to dinner.” Innocently, she looks up at him. “I only thought I might help you undress.”

      “Didn’t realize that I had forgotten how to undress myself,” he teases, a smile gracing his lips. “Of course you can.”

Summer helps him out of the chainmail, pausing afterward to run her fingers over his chest. “You are so handsome,” she murmurs.

sirmordred-thedruid:

iamthefirechild:

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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.”  

“That,” Summer says, trying to get him to walk backward to the bed, “is a very good question, cariad.”

        Mordred chuckled heading towards the bed with her. “Something tells me you have no intention of sleeping.”

“Well, I did tell you you’re not to go armoured to dinner.” Innocently, she looks up at him. “I only thought I might help you undress.”

sirmordred-thedruid:

iamthefirechild:

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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.”  

“Mmmm. On our picnic, I think.” She tugs on his hair again. “You shall not escape.”

        “Now, why on earth would I want to?”

“That,” Summer says, trying to get him to walk backward to the bed, “is a very good question, cariad.”

sirmordred-thedruid:

iamthefirechild:

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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.”  

“As I recall, you said once to me that mere kisses alone would not bring you to surrender. Neither I,” she says, and then spoils her resistance by kissing him again more deeply.

      Mordred chuckles, “and when did I say that?”

“Mmmm. On our picnic, I think.” She tugs on his hair again. “You shall not escape.”

sirmordred-thedruid:

iamthefirechild:

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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.”  

Summer loops her arms around his neck, smiling through the kiss. “This is a good start,” she says. She tangles her fingers into his curls, tugging and combing and petting, and sways against him.

        He chuckles slightly, wrapping his arms around her waist. “A good start?”

“As I recall, you said once to me that mere kisses alone would not bring you to surrender. Neither I,” she says, and then spoils her resistance by kissing him again more deeply.

sirmordred-thedruid:

iamthefirechild:

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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 laughs and pulls him inside, shutting the door and leaning against it. She doesn’t want to think about Edward, or what kind of disaster the evening is likely to be, so instead she teases, “Now I think you are my prisoner, Sir Knight, at least until the nightmeal. How will you win your freedom?”

       A smile tugged at his lips, before he leaned in to kiss her. “Well, how can I do that?”

Summer loops her arms around his neck, smiling through the kiss. “This is a good start,” she says. She tangles her fingers into his curls, tugging and combing and petting, and sways against him.

sirmordred-thedruid:

iamthefirechild:

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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.”  

Summer turns her attention inward for a quick moment. “Winter is asleep, and Mihangel is with her anyway. I would not intrude on them.”

       ”Then of course you may come in,” he says, ushering her in with a wave of his hand, “take a seat.”

She laughs and pulls him inside, shutting the door and leaning against it. She doesn’t want to think about Edward, or what kind of disaster the evening is likely to be, so instead she teases, “Now I think you are my prisoner, Sir Knight, at least until the nightmeal. How will you win your freedom?”

sirmordred-thedruid:

iamthefirechild:

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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.”  

“Well, not /only/,” Summer murmurs, laughing softly. She pushes the door open and gestures him inside. “Will you be able to pass the time before dinner, or shall I stay and amuse you?”

       ”I‘m sure I can find something,” he tells her, “unless you want to stay, your sister needs you.”

Summer turns her attention inward for a quick moment. “Winter is asleep, and Mihangel is with her anyway. I would not intrude on them.”

sirmordred-thedruid:

iamthefirechild:

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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.”  

Tugging him along through halls of pale stone, she explains, “Our father, our birth father, who held this castle, he died when we were young.” Almost unconsciously she slips into a dualist mode of speech, herself and her twin as one unit. “We can’t inherit Dobria. Women can’t inherit. So Mother remarried, to a widowed knight. Edward is his son from that previous marriage.” Summer sighs. “It’s all a bit complicated, I guess.”

She leads him to an upper floor, and pauses in front of the first door there. “These are the rooms for highborn guests, knights and the like.”

        Mordred nods, listening intently as Summer explains the situation to him. “It does sound a tad bit complicated,” he admits. “I believe women not being able to inherit is a silly idea,” he adds after a few moments before he turns his attention to the door. “Good thing I’m only a knight and not highborn.”

“Well, not /only/,” Summer murmurs, laughing softly. She pushes the door open and gestures him inside. “Will you be able to pass the time before dinner, or shall I stay and amuse you?”

sirmordred-thedruid:

iamthefirechild:

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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 leans back to look into his face. “You do know that he’s only my brother by marriage, right?” Not that the law cares; by blood or by marriage Edward still has quite a lot of power over her. She presses her lips together and takes Mordred’s hand. “Come on, I’ll show you.”

      “No, I didn’t, he struts around like he is your biological brother and makes laws like he is as such.” Mordred smiles, “yes, do show me, please.”

Tugging him along through halls of pale stone, she explains, “Our father, our birth father, who held this castle, he died when we were young.” Almost unconsciously she slips into a dualist mode of speech, herself and her twin as one unit. “We can’t inherit Dobria. Women can’t inherit. So Mother remarried, to a widowed knight. Edward is his son from that previous marriage.” Summer sighs. “It’s all a bit complicated, I guess.”

She leads him to an upper floor, and pauses in front of the first door there. “These are the rooms for highborn guests, knights and the like.”