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”You left that part out.”
“I would,” she says, quietly, and steps forward to bury her face in his chest. “I would tell you anything, and it’s a little frightening.”
He wraps his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her head. “But I am not forcing you to, you may tell me when I am ready.”
She tries to cuddle deeper into his arms, and makes a sound of frustration at being thwarted by his chain mail. “I do wish you didn’t have to wear this all the time.”
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”You left that part out.”
“Y-you’re not angry? That I didn’t tell you?” The fear comes out in her voice, rendering it small and high and dumbfounded. True, very few people have ever known the truth of her magic, but almost everyone who had become aware of how easily she read people, regardless of what they considered the source, found it to be offensive, as if she was revealing things they didn’t want known.
Mordred shakes his head. “No, I don’t ask you to tell me everything, Summer.”
“I would,” she says, quietly, and steps forward to bury her face in his chest. “I would tell you anything, and it’s a little frightening.”
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”You left that part out.”
She lets go, steps back, and starts to fidget. Not looking him in the eyes and suddenly frightened of his reaction, she mutters, “I didn’t know how. Talking about our,” she flourishes a hand, “it hurts you. I tried to, I said, I told you that you couldn’t lie to me, but we got sidetracked.” She sneaks a glance at his face.
Mordred nods. “That we did,” he agrees, “but I am not upset or anything, believe me, I could never deal with something like that, telepathy is enough for me.”
“Y-you’re not angry? That I didn’t tell you?” The fear comes out in her voice, rendering it small and high and dumbfounded. True, very few people have ever known the truth of her magic, but almost everyone who had become aware of how easily she read people, regardless of what they considered the source, found it to be offensive, as if she was revealing things they didn’t want known.
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”You left that part out.”
She pulls his head down to whisper in his ear, “My magic. I know you were surprised in a bad way. I can always know what you are feeling, Mordred.”
“You’re an empath?” Mordred asks, turning his head to the side, his lips mere inches from her face. “You never told me?”
She lets go, steps back, and starts to fidget. Not looking him in the eyes and suddenly frightened of his reaction, she mutters, “I didn’t know how. Talking about our,” she flourishes a hand, “it hurts you. I tried to, I said, I told you that you couldn’t lie to me, but we got sidetracked.” She sneaks a glance at his face.
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”You left that part out.”
“I cheated.” This whisper was a little lower. She glances back toward the door, though she knows no one is listening to them.
“You cheated? Really?”
She pulls his head down to whisper in his ear, “My magic. I know you were surprised in a bad way. I can always know what you are feeling, Mordred.”
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”You left that part out.”
“I think you were a little suspicious the first time,” Summer stage-whispers.
“And what gave you that idea?”
“I cheated.” This whisper was a little lower. She glances back toward the door, though she knows no one is listening to them.
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”You left that part out.”
“If I’m to keep leaving you surprises, I shall have to try harder to be sneaky.” She steps away and brushes her hands down her skirts. “Unless you want me to stop.”
”You don’t have to stop,” he tells her, brushing her hair back from her face. “It’s sweet, and I adore it.”
“I think you were a little suspicious the first time,” Summer stage-whispers.
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”You left that part out.”
“My job,” she tells him, “is to stay here in Camelot until I am sent for at home, and to keep myself busy learning arts I cannot learn there.” She leans on him and tries to kiss his pout. “Do you wish me to amuse you, Mordred?”
“Are you going to try be sneaky again?” he asks, “because if so that shall amuse me greatly.” Mordred tells her with a laugh, “But do as you please.”
“If I’m to keep leaving you surprises, I shall have to try harder to be sneaky.” She steps away and brushes her hands down her skirts. “Unless you want me to stop.”
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”You left that part out.”
She tosses her head, trying to be serious. “It’s not my job to amuse you.” She doesn’t try very hard to get away. “Clearly you will have to teach me to sneak.”
He pouts, releasing the grip on her wrists gently. “It’s not? Well then I don’t know what your job is then,” he says sarcastically. “Hm, perhaps I could, or perhaps not.”
“My job,” she tells him, “is to stay here in Camelot until I am sent for at home, and to keep myself busy learning arts I cannot learn there.” She leans on him and tries to kiss his pout. “Do you wish me to amuse you, Mordred?”
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”You left that part out.”
“You are! You are laughing at me!” Summer dashes at him, giggling herself, and hammers her fists on his chest. “Don’t laugh at me.”
Mordred chuckles, grabbing her fists after she beats them against his chest a few times. “Fine, I’m sorry, but it was quite amusing.”
She tosses her head, trying to be serious. “It’s not my job to amuse you.” She doesn’t try very hard to get away. “Clearly you will have to teach me to sneak.”
