“See how generous is this knight to whom you have offered insult.” Laurence shook Edward by the ear once more, then let him go entirely. “Do not show your face in the hall tonight. I will deal further with you on the morrow. You are dismissed.” He turned his back on his son, gave each of the other two a meaningful, if indecipherable, glance, and left the room. Rubbing at his ear, Edward followed sullenly.
Summer swallowed hard, sliding down the wall to sit on the floor with huge eyes. “Oh. My. God.” She put a hand over her heart, trying to keep it from beating out of her chest. “Well. I don’t think you have to worry about Edward anymore?”
Mordred let out a long sigh, collapsing to his knees, his head in his hands. “That was not the way I wanted to meet your father,” he tells her, running his hand through his hair. His heart was still in his throat, and it almost hurt to breathe; what had just gone on he didn’t understand.
“I don’t think so, well at least, I hope.”
“It’s not how I wanted it either! Though at least he’s not going to throw you out on your ear.” Blowing out a sigh, she looked over at him. “How /did/ you want it?” Half-shaped romantic daydreams danced in her mind, and she wasn’t sure if she wanted them to be real or feared it. A small part of her still expected that Mordred would be ripped from her life as quickly as he’d come, that he’d leave one day and never come back.
[text to: magic hands] if you have the emotional range of a teaspoon (you don’t) why are you giving me sympathy? anyway I help people they don’t help me
[text to: magic hands] did you get your arm free?
[text: Arthur’s girl] I can do my best, but Merlin is closer to him than I am.
[text: Arthur’s girl] Almost, if not I’ll cut it off. For fuck sake Merlin, this is the one time I don’t want him on top of me.
[text to: magic hands] do I even want to know.
[text to: magic hands] doing this by text is annoying. just shove him off and come over here?
[text to: magic hands] no can do, my brain doesn’t work that way. I don’t know how you haven’t all been killed in your sleep. that doesn’t change the fact that he wouldn’t even understand. I don’t know what his type is but I’m not it.
[text to: magic hands] and you have no idea how upset that makes me.
[text: Arthur’s girl] Yeah neither do I, perhaps it’s the fact I sleep with a gun under my pillow.
[text: Arthur’s girl] I know darling, it hurts, I’ve been there but if I am to be honest I am not the one to talk to about this stuff. I have the emotional range of a teaspoon.
[text to: magic hands] if you have the emotional range of a teaspoon (you don’t) why are you giving me sympathy? anyway I help people they don’t help me
[text to: magic hands] there’s an image for me. I wasn’t serious and how would I even get in there? besides he’d just look at me baffled and have no idea why I was there. fuck my life.
[text: Arthur’s girl] Well you can unthink that image, I don’t want to know what else you’ve thought of. They don’t lock their door, none of us do.
[text to: magic hands] no can do, my brain doesn’t work that way. I don’t know how you haven’t all been killed in your sleep. that doesn’t change the fact that he wouldn’t even understand. I don’t know what his type is but I’m not it.
[text to: magic hands] and you have no idea how upset that makes me.
[text to: magic hands] so I should just turn up in his bed naked so he’ll notice me?
[text: Arthur’s girl] Sure, why not? I was considering doing that to Merlin before Tony decided to stick his nose in.
[text to: magic hands] there’s an image for me. I wasn’t serious and how would I even get in there? besides he’d just look at me baffled and have no idea why I was there. fuck my life.
[text to: magic hands] yes I have tried talking to him what kind of idiot do you think I am? he thinks I’m stupid. we’re both gamers. obviously the problem is me.
[text: Arthur’s girl] Arthur is a bit of a ditz, you’d need to scream all of that at him for him to ever notice.
[text to: magic hands] so I should just turn up in his bed naked so he’ll notice me?
[text to: magic hands] why don’t I believe you? you’re lying there smirking aren’t you. he’s never going to see me mordred, just give it up. I’m not his type.
[text: Arthur’s girl] No, I’m not smirking, I’m trying to reclaim my arm from under my boyfriend because I have lost feeling in it. Ever tried I don’t know, talking to him?
[text to: magic hands] yes I have tried talking to him what kind of idiot do you think I am? he thinks I’m stupid. we’re both gamers. obviously the problem is me.
[text to: magic hands] don’t you nevermind me mordred lot why does it say that!
[text to: magic hands] what the hell are you two plotting
[text: Arthur’s girl] Don’t you Mordred Lot me, I don’t know, it’s not my phone.
[text: Arthur’s girl] Us? Plotting something? Please, we’re too innocent for that.
[text to: magic hands] why don’t I believe you? you’re lying there smirking aren’t you. he’s never going to see me mordred, just give it up. I’m not his type.
