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 said you wouldn’t leave me,” she mutters, but it’s halfhearted at best. Probably they should have hunted on the road, but she’d felt hurried, and so they had not, and now obviously it was too late. “Be careful.”

        “It’s either I leave to hunt or we starve,” he tells her, pulling out a set of quivers and an arrow from another satchel, handing his sword to her. “I’ll be back soon, I promise.”

They wouldn’t starve; there is cheese and bread and apples, but she doesn’t bother to argue. It’s not worth it, so she just tucks the sword by her side, nods, and repeats, “Be careful.”

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 holds to him for a little while longer, as the foreign pain dwindles. At last the fire burns low, and she lifts a finger to it, causing it to blaze up again. The action seems to return some life to her. “We should eat, and sleep.”

          He nods in agreement, running his hand through her hair. “I’ll get you some blankets before I go find some game,” he tells her, getting up gently and heading to the horses, pulling out blankets and placing them around her. “I’ll be back soon.”

“You said you wouldn’t leave me,” she mutters, but it’s halfhearted at best. Probably they should have hunted on the road, but she’d felt hurried, and so they had not, and now obviously it was too late. “Be careful.”

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.”  

“I think — it was my sister. My twin. Something happened.” The empath pushes herself upright, sliding to lean against his chest. “I’m scared, Mordred. Don’t leave me alone.”

       ”I won’t leave, I promise.”

She holds to him for a little while longer, as the foreign pain dwindles. At last the fire burns low, and she lifts a finger to it, causing it to blaze up again. The action seems to return some life to her. “We should eat, and sleep.”

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.”  

“It wasn’t my idea,” Summer says shakily. She claims one of his hands, pressing her face to it. “That — that hasn’t happened in a long time. When I was younger, when my magic first appeared, I would have seizures if I encountered a very strong emotion in someone else,” she explains. “But — there’s no one but you and me here.”

       The knight glanced around, falling silent, listening and a look of thought crossed his face. “Perhaps there is someone else,” he tells her “someone we can’t see.”

“I think — it was my sister. My twin. Something happened.” The empath pushes herself upright, sliding to lean against his chest. “I’m scared, Mordred. Don’t leave me alone.”

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 clings to the sense of him, breathing hard. The sense of being overwhelmed receeds, but the pain is still so strong it brings tears to her eyes. It’s centred low in her body, and she half-expects to see blood when she lifts her hands. But there’s nothing, and her own feaar intensifies.

Oddly, that helps, providing a buffer. There’s still someone else’s pain, but she’s able to push it away, to truly be aware that it’s not hers. She curls over on her side, dragging in slow, ragged breaths.

        He breathes a sigh of relief, clinging to her as he watched the pain drain from her face as she curls onto her side and he rests his forehead against her shoulder, his hands shaking. “D-Don’t you e-ever do that again,” he whispers, lifting his head up, “you scared me.”

“It wasn’t my idea,” Summer says shakily. She claims one of his hands, pressing her face to it. “That — that hasn’t happened in a long time. When I was younger, when my magic first appeared, I would have seizures if I encountered a very strong emotion in someone else,” she explains. “But — there’s no one but you and 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.”  

“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?

       Mordred runs to her, gripping her shoulders, petting her face gently. “Summer, Summer — stay with me” he calls, panic encompassing him. “Summer, come on, take a breath, stay awake, please” he tells her, lowering the two of them to the ground, her head resting in his lap.

She clings to the sense of him, breathing hard. The sense of being overwhelmed receeds, but the pain is still so strong it brings tears to her eyes. It’s centred low in her body, and she half-expects to see blood when she lifts her hands. But there’s nothing, and her own feaar intensifies.

Oddly, that helps, providing a buffer. There’s still someone else’s pain, but she’s able to push it away, to truly be aware that it’s not hers. She curls over on her side, dragging in slow, ragged breaths.

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 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?

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.”  

“It’s getting stronger,” she says. She undoes the straps he’d abandoned, finding what she needs to put together a quick stew. “I shouldn’t be able to do this.” The firelight flickers off her face, making the worried expression stand out sharper. “My magic — I’m not that strong. I shouldn’t be able to sense her from this far.”

Summer glances up at Mordred. “I don’t understand what’s happening to me.”

       ”Your powers are either developing,” he tells her before he chews his lip, “or something is happening but I am not an expert, magic is a strange thing and often at times, many things happen for different reasons.”

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.”

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 is not slow to do so, either, with that feeling urging her on. They trot out of the town before moving to a gallop, though the horses can’t sustain that pace for long. All the same, though, the feeling of being in motion helps immensely; there’s no longer the sense of being helpless.

She frets, during the course of the day, at the feelings. It’s not entirely new, but it’s the first since she left home. Any other time, she had been nearby, and so of course it was obvious — her empathic sense picked up someone’s distress. But she’s much too far to be sensing her twin. She worries at her lip as she worries at the problem, until it’s bleeding as they dismount in the dark to set up camp for the night.

       Mordred dismounts, the soles of his shoes crunching against the fallen leaves. “What’s wrong?” he asks, fiddling with the straps of the satchels before he gives up, choosing to set up a fire instead of wasting his time and patience with straps. “Forbearnan,” he whispers, his eyes flashing gold as a small fire started in the pit, deciding it was faster than taking all that time to light one manually. 

“It’s getting stronger,” she says. She undoes the straps he’d abandoned, finding what she needs to put together a quick stew. “I shouldn’t be able to do this.” The firelight flickers off her face, making the worried expression stand out sharper. “My magic — I’m not that strong. I shouldn’t be able to sense her from this far.”

Summer glances up at Mordred. “I don’t understand what’s happening to me.”