Anti-OTP: Mordred/Galahad

[illgotten]

Unlike Gawain or Sagramore, he doesn't habitually carry the sword anymore. When he does, it alters him subtly; not only his physical balance but his whole self. With it in hand, he looks graver, wholly adult and not a little archaic

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[mildmajesty]

Galahad's step is quiet, but not inaudible, and should the sword-swinging Mordred turn on the intruder, he would find the other knight unarmed and unshielded. He stops by a tree some distance from Mordred, but in clear view, looking at him gravely and a trifle uncomfortably.

[illgotten]

After a moment he lets it fall, and looks over toward the source of the noise. And stiffens.

[mildmajesty]

Galahad lifts his chin a little, an unconscious gesture of not-yet-necessary defiance. "My apologies," he says in a clear voice, "I did not mean to interrupt you."

[illgotten]

"Doesn't matter," coldly. "What did you mean, then?"

[mildmajesty]

He colors faintly, an unusual bloom of pink in his pale face. "I meant nothing at all. I heard a sound as I was walking, and wondered what it was. That is all."

[illgotten]

"Well, now you know." But he sheathes the sword; possibly not trusting himself otherwise.

[mildmajesty]

"I do," he answers simply, and for a moment looks as though he means to go - but, for some reason, does not immediately leave.

[illgotten]

"Don't let me keep you," with that sour, gibing edge that Galahad doubtless remembers.

[mildmajesty]

Oh, he remembers. Whoever said that the saintly types couldn't be needled?

Galahad, frowning, responds in a tone more sharp - in fact, more human - than he is usually hard to use. "I will let you get on with your -- practice, then, shall I?"

[illgotten]

"Why should I bother, with you about? I wouldn't presume."

[mildmajesty]

The color in his cheeks deepens. "If you wish it so strongly, I will leave," he says shortly, "though I have as much right to be in the forest as you." A step up from I'm rubber, you're glue, but not a very big step.

[illgotten]

"Saint Galahad the Martyr. Do what you like, I don't care." It's not like the ambient maturity level is real high anyway.

[mildmajesty]

The frown is now an outright glower. "Better to be a martyr than a traitor."

[illgotten]

A cold stare. "Thank you for the insight. I'll remember it."

[mildmajesty]

He flushes darker yet, biting his lip - but no angry response, not immediately. After a moment, in a quieter, low voice, he says, "You have always hated me, I know."

[illgotten]

"No. I never fawned all over you in awe. It's slightly different."