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[illgotten]

A scene in monochrome: pale moonlight through the dark branches, black-haired boy in a white shirt, bright glare and sharp-edged shadows. Grays are hard to pick out in this light. Mordred pauses a moment at the edge of the woods, on the Mansion side, skittish as some forest creature scared out of hiding, at once sharply alert and somehow distracted. It's that kind of night.

And, likely enough, he's not the only one strayed from home.

[/sock] in other, less pretentious words, open post. [sock]