FIC: There Is A Season
Title: There Is A Season
Author: Mhari
Fandom: Arthurian
Pairing: Mordred/Peredur
Rating: PG
Words: 100
Archive: Yes
Disclaimer: The words are mine, the characters are everyone's.
Summary: In the fullness of time, a visitor comes to Sir Percival's hermitage.
Notes/Warnings: Kind of enormously AU, but I had to make it work somehow. Drabble for get_laid25, x-posted to rarelitslash.
After, Mordred tears himself away, shaking. Peredur touches his arm with a work-worn hand, but he jerks away. "God, don't."
"What's wrong?"
"God!" It's a cry, a curse. "Everything I touch--"
Carefully, Peredur sits up. His body feels strangely loose and light; nevertheless, he's nearing fifty, and the joints protest. He looks at Mordred, who still seems a thin, scarred thirty-five. "What is it?"
"I should have died. You were at peace here, and I--"
"You came back."
"For this?"
"It was good." His heart is still the wild Welsh boy's, fluttering but certain. "It was time. It was right."
Author: Mhari
Fandom: Arthurian
Pairing: Mordred/Peredur
Rating: PG
Words: 100
Archive: Yes
Disclaimer: The words are mine, the characters are everyone's.
Summary: In the fullness of time, a visitor comes to Sir Percival's hermitage.
Notes/Warnings: Kind of enormously AU, but I had to make it work somehow. Drabble for get_laid25, x-posted to rarelitslash.
After, Mordred tears himself away, shaking. Peredur touches his arm with a work-worn hand, but he jerks away. "God, don't."
"What's wrong?"
"God!" It's a cry, a curse. "Everything I touch--"
Carefully, Peredur sits up. His body feels strangely loose and light; nevertheless, he's nearing fifty, and the joints protest. He looks at Mordred, who still seems a thin, scarred thirty-five. "What is it?"
"I should have died. You were at peace here, and I--"
"You came back."
"For this?"
"It was good." His heart is still the wild Welsh boy's, fluttering but certain. "It was time. It was right."