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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.”  

Summer gives herself up to his kiss, desperately holding on. When they finally break apart, she pulls herself up. “Did anyone show you your rooms? Mother prefers that men don’t go armoured to dinner, and my siblings aren’t my only family.” It’s a feeble attempt to change the subject.

      “No, they didn’t,” he tells her, letting go of her slightly, “your brother was far too busy interrogating me to do anything of the sort.” 

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.”

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 wraps her hands around his wrists, clinging. “I’m just a bargaining chip to him, a thing he can use to buy what he wants. I don’t care what he says. Don’t leave me here.”

       Without so much as another syllable Mordred wraps his arms around her, bringing her lips to his, “I won’t, I promise.” 

Summer gives herself up to his kiss, desperately holding on. When they finally break apart, she pulls herself up. “Did anyone show you your rooms? Mother prefers that men don’t go armoured to dinner, and my siblings aren’t my only family.” It’s a feeble attempt to change the subject.

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.”  

“They don’t want me,” she whispers. “They just want an obedient girl doll they can dress up and manipulate and control, and that isn’t me. Sometimes I think I never knew who I really was until I met you. And now you don’t want me either.”

        Mordred shook his head, walking towards her and cupping her face between his hands. “No, Summer, I never said that, only the gods know how much I love you,” he whispers, “and stupidly I told Edward too.”

She wraps her hands around his wrists, clinging. “I’m just a bargaining chip to him, a thing he can use to buy what he wants. I don’t care what he says. Don’t leave me here.”

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.”  

With a slight struggle, Winter rises to her feet. “I am tired,” she announces. “No, I can very well make my own way to bed, I shall leave you two /alone/ here.”

Her twin stares after the dark-haired departing form for a second, then seems to shrink in on herself. “Do you wish me to stay here?” she asks in a small voice. “Whatever Edward may think, you are a fine and worthy knight.” More words tumble out. “He’s no right to send you away, not like this. I need you here with me.” Her voice goes even smaller as she asks again, “Do you wish me to stay here?”

       ”Of course I don’t wish for you to stay here,” he tells her, pulling himself up from the seat. “I want you with me, but there is nothing I can do if your family wish it.”

“They don’t want me,” she whispers. “They just want an obedient girl doll they can dress up and manipulate and control, and that isn’t me. Sometimes I think I never knew who I really was until I met you. And now you don’t want me either.”

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.”  

“Oh, never. Neither you nor anyone else, except to cut me down with it later.” The words are bitter. “Did he say anything else, or just that he expects me to marry to advantage?”

       Mordred looked down to his feet, not bothering to look up at her when he spoke. “Just that I am to leave with the sun,” he tells her with a shrug “I’ve done my job apparently.”

She sinks back into the couch, unaccountably hurt by the way he says it. “Well, I suppose if you /wish/ to … I had hoped you would stay a few days, at least, until I’m sure of Winter’s health, and we might ride back together.”

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 glances from one to the other. “Whatever you tell me, I will probably tell her later, Mordred, so you might as well say it out now. There are no secrets between me and my twin.”

Winter laughs once, high and sharp and mocking. “Not now, any road.”

Summer blushes.

        The knight runs his tongue over his bottom lip, shifting in his seat. “It concerns your brother,” he tells hers, unsure whether or not he should continue. ”I just returned from interrogation with him and he —” he trails off, “he intends to marry you off.”

“There’s no surprise there. Edward has always pushed for that.” Summer glances at Winter, then away. “He’s always been angry at me for that I’m not more like Winter that way.”

“And I give him the edge of my tongue when he so does,” Winter reassures her twin. “But why would he say so now? Can he not see — no, of course,” she cuts herself off, “our braud has ever accounted love to be the least worthy of all emotions. Only by sheerest luck am I let to love my lord Mihangel.” Winter’s face turns stormy.

“Well,” Summer says. “I did warn you, Mordred. I don’t understand why it concerns you so. It’s not as though there’s anyone who will have my hand in marriage anyway, so it doesn’t matter what Edward wants.”

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.”  

“You must once have been obedient, to ride backwards in accordance with an ancient tradition told you by your knight-brothers,” Winter explains. “But I think you are not so obedient now.” She puts her head to one side, eyes narrowing. “What was it you came here to speak to Summer about?”

       Mordred smiled, “I was quite, but I’ve learned my lesson. I got them back — eventually.” A sly smile crossed the young mans lips before it faded, “um, it’s private, I can tell her later though.”

Summer glances from one to the other. “Whatever you tell me, I will probably tell her later, Mordred, so you might as well say it out now. There are no secrets between me and my twin.”

Winter laughs once, high and sharp and mocking. “Not now, any road.”

Summer blushes.

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.”  

Winter tries, and fails, to contain a cascade of giggles.

“He is not still so obedient,” Summer informs her, which brings more giggles from the two of them together.

Winter shoots back, “All the more suited to you, chwaer.”

They turn identical gazes on him, smiling.

       A light chuckle passes his lips but he is not entirely sure as to what he was laughing at in truth. “Obedient as to what?” Mordred questions, his brows pulling together as he observed the two of them. “Does she know something I don’t?”

“You must once have been obedient, to ride backwards in accordance with an ancient tradition told you by your knight-brothers,” Winter explains. “But I think you are not so obedient now.” She puts her head to one side, eyes narrowing. “What was it you came here to speak to Summer about?”