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”I‘m not stopping you, y’know.”
“Maybe you should.”
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*jumps and squeaks* You aren’t supposed to know it’s me!
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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.
*jumps and squeaks* You aren’t supposed to know it’s me!
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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.
*jumps and squeaks* You aren’t supposed to know it’s me!
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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.”
*jumps and squeaks* You aren’t supposed to know it’s me!
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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.
*jumps and squeaks* You aren’t supposed to know it’s me!
xregicide-deactivated20140812:
”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.
“I do!” She sits up, trying not to catch her hand in her hair, and leans over him again. “The rule is, don’t stick it out at me unless you intend to do something useful to me with it.”
He moves his arm behind his head, resting against it gently as he looked down at her, after a moment he sat himself up. “And what would these useful things detail?”
“Now that,” she taps his nose, “you shall have to think up for yourself.” Summer tucks herself into his side, smiling, and strokes her hand down his chest.
*jumps and squeaks* You aren’t supposed to know it’s me!
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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.”
“Tsk, tsk. I have rules,” Summer giggles, “about tongues.”
Mordred cocks a brow. “Do you now?”
“I do!” She sits up, trying not to catch her hand in her hair, and leans over him again. “The rule is, don’t stick it out at me unless you intend to do something useful to me with it.”
*jumps and squeaks* You aren’t supposed to know it’s me!
xregicide-deactivated20140812:
”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?”