Blame Alex.
Alex and Ian and Colin and Bradley and Robert and Tom and Chris and Chris, and Mark and Jeremy and Kris andandand *flails*
Blame Alex.
Alex and Ian and Colin and Bradley and Robert and Tom and Chris and Chris, and Mark and Jeremy and Kris andandand *flails*
“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.
“I can’t even /imagine/ why.” She made sure to fill her tone with sarcasm. Here it was again. After twenty years, you would think she’d figure out how to cope with this, but no. No, she just had to keep telling people, expecting them to deal with it well.
She rolled her eyes at him. “I didn’t /see/ anything. I’ve been right here writing code for the last four hours. And I’m not on drugs, either. D’you mind, not suggesting I’m on crack?”
She tapped her temple, answering without really thinking about it. “In here. Of course, I went looking. Deserved what I got, really.”
“Not that kind of loud! Elena and Gwaine are not in the throes of puppy love, either.”
{Mordred’s responses vary from character to character. I don’t know why he reacted the way he did with her. Mordred is a Dom, except with Cyn.}
Wait, what? I just meant about protecting someone he cared about.
Hit the post limit. the fic was nsfw
fucking post limit. Nsfw is fine.
{Well I read this fic once with the knights and Mordred and well…}
Either give me the fic or stop ‘helping’! Or reply, that could be good too.