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“No, I’m not actually.”
“I like your eyes too.”
Mordred smiled, “Thank you.”
She shivers a little. “Mmmh. I think I love your smile best. You’ve no idea what that smile does, do you?”
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She laughs up at him. “You’re avoiding the question. Please.”
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“No, I’m not actually.”
“Why was that so hard?”
”I have no idea.”
“I like your eyes too.”
She laughs up at him. “You’re avoiding the question. Please.”
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“No, I’m not actually.”
“You think I have no flaws? Come now. One thing. Just pick one thing.”
“Fine, your eyes.”
“Why was that so hard?”
I request nor require anything of you ladies, other than permission to remain here, in the shadows.
Aww, sadness! We’re terribly curious — but as you wish. We’re glad you’re here, though.
“Sometimes she’s convinced that nobody except Elspeth actually cares that she’s here.”
And Chelle. Don’t forget Chelle.
“Oh, right. … I should go talk to Kay.”
You’re only interested because of his looks.
“No, I need someone to help me sneak around the castle and do nice things for Mordred.”
Ulterior motives.
“Always.”
She laughs up at him. “You’re avoiding the question. Please.”
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“No, I’m not actually.”
“You think I have no flaws? Come now. One thing. Just pick one thing.”
lie here awake with tablet in the vague hope that ryan will wander back
or lie here awake in the dark while my mind wanders off looking for a new way to torment the muse
choices, choices
summer or your knighthood
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“Summer.”
Summer hurls herself in a four-limbed hug at him, kissing everything she can reach.
Mordred smiled, leaning forward to kiss her on the forehead. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you and I- I love you.”
She draws back, looking like nothing so much as an offended kitten for a moment, and says, “Don’t do that, don’t kiss me there! It makes me feel like a child.” But then, she smiles, and laughs a little, and tells him, “I love you.”
“I’m scared of hurting you, even more than I have.”
She frowns more. “It helps a lot if you talk to me, if you don’t walk away. I-if you answer my messages.” Hanging her head, she adds, “I thought when you didn’t reply that I would never see you again.” Gulping, she goes on, “I had rather love you and be with you, even if we fight, than be apart.”
“But I do” he tells her “and I’m terrified Summer, I don’t know what to do.
“I — I don’t understand. What you’re afraid of … ” Summer frowns, looking up into his face. Glancing down, she makes a face at the heap of fabric, and sweeps it up, putting it on the bench behind her as she stands. She reaches out and takes his hands, meeting his blue eyes again. “Tell me … “