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 wraps herself up in a couple of blankets and curls over, drowsing. Dawn seems to come, somehow, too soon and too late, and it’s achingly hard to unwind herself from the warmth of Mordred’s body. It’s a small comfort that all she has to do is lift a finger for the fire to blaze back up.
When he wakes he opens his eyes for a few moments, in a daze but soon curls back up into the warmth of the blankets, closing his eyes again. Sometimes, he just wished he could stay curled up like this but he knew they had places to be, so for that extra hour he decided to stay and catch up on some sleep.
She can’t actually move, she finds, when her thoughts swim to the surface of consciousness again. Mordred’s arm is tight about her waist, clutching her close. A soft smile curves her mouth, and she puts her hand over his and snuggles back, before slowly twisting herself in his arms so she can see his face.
He looks infinitely younger sleeping, the constant worry smoothed away from his brow. She cups his face in her hands, then breathes, “Mordred. Wake.”
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 a silly use of fabric, but again she doesn’t bother to argue with him, just cuts off a chunk with her dagger and passes it over. She eats in silence, neatly, and drops the bones in the fire when she’s done. Then she untangles one of the blankets from her shoulders and drapes it over Mordred, cuddling into his side. “I don’t know what we’ll find tomorrow,” she says softly.
“Neither do I,” he tells her, kissing the side of her head before he chews into the meat. “But we shall find out when it comes.”
Summer wraps herself up in a couple of blankets and curls over, drowsing. Dawn seems to come, somehow, too soon and too late, and it’s achingly hard to unwind herself from the warmth of Mordred’s body. It’s a small comfort that all she has to do is lift a finger for the fire to blaze back up.
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.”
“The other way takes too long, and I’m tired. Can you get me something to put this on?” The bird is sizzling and the juices are dripping to the forest floor, andd she lets the fire fade away. It makes the night seem a lot colder, suddenly.
He nods, tearing a piece of material from his clothing, handing it to her. “Place it on that,” he tells her, sitting down beside her.
It’s a silly use of fabric, but again she doesn’t bother to argue with him, just cuts off a chunk with her dagger and passes it over. She eats in silence, neatly, and drops the bones in the fire when she’s done. Then she untangles one of the blankets from her shoulders and drapes it over Mordred, cuddling into his side. “I don’t know what we’ll find tomorrow,” she says softly.
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 has to hide a smile behind the blanket. “You did indeed. I am rightly rebuked. I will never again question your prowess, brave sir knight.” She takes the bird from him and efficiently plucks it, burying the offal. With a considering glance at him, then, she holds it up by the legs and creates a ring of fire around it, reckoning that to be a quicker method than spitting it.
A smirk tugged at his lips as he swung the quiver off his shoulder, placing it by the tree with a bow. “That’s one way to do it.”
“The other way takes too long, and I’m tired. Can you get me something to put this on?” The bird is sizzling and the juices are dripping to the forest floor, andd she lets the fire fade away. It makes the night seem a lot colder, suddenly.
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 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.”
”Always am,” he calls, disappearing off to the woods and returning around twenty minutes later with pheasant in his hand. “Told you so.”
Summer has to hide a smile behind the blanket. “You did indeed. I am rightly rebuked. I will never again question your prowess, brave sir knight.” She takes the bird from him and efficiently plucks it, burying the offal. With a considering glance at him, then, she holds it up by the legs and creates a ring of fire around it, reckoning that to be a quicker method than spitting it.
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.”
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.”
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.”