Anti-OTP: Mordred/Gaheris
Trees in Orkney are few and far between, which is reason enough for his unease in the woods; but there's more to it. There's a dark space in his mind that's fringed with leaves, rustling like laughter. It draws him like the edge of a cliff.
He's walking now deep in its shade, where the early summer sunlight spangles the ground at intervals, and he's almost relaxed. When the path branches - one way straight through to the Mansion, the other at an angle, deeper into the forest - he hesitates a moment, and then takes the one less travelled.
He's walking now deep in its shade, where the early summer sunlight spangles the ground at intervals, and he's almost relaxed. When the path branches - one way straight through to the Mansion, the other at an angle, deeper into the forest - he hesitates a moment, and then takes the one less travelled.