Kink Me! #32
Kink Me! #32
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Mordred felt him coming before he saw him. It was no surprise to him now that Emrys could find him wherever he fled the ancient one’s ties to Magic so close all he needed to guide him was his senses.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Emrys’ cold voice spoke to Mordred’s back. Mordred looked out over the town of Camelot, hands resting lightly on the castle walls where he stood.
“I was just taking a moment to myself Emrys” he responded purposefully ignorant. “I did not mean for my presence to disturb you.”
“You know that is not what I am talking about” Emrys hissed coming to stand right behind him. Mordred didn’t turn but he could feel the heat from Emrys’ body and the sizzle of his power beating against his back. “You have told Arthur you will grant him a child, that you will use magic to do so. What do you think you are playing at?”
“I’m not playing at anything” he said, gritting his teeth to retain his anger, his frustration. “It is doable, and they know of the consequences.”
“Do you?” Emrys growled. “These powers are much too ancient for a boy to play God with.”
Mordred twist around now, coming nose to nose with the leader of his people, the saviour of his race, stood before him in tattered clothes, the servant to an ignorant King. He hated it. And he hated the sneer of distrust he saw every time he looked upon this prophesied being.
“Just because you are too afraid, too much of a coward to use the gifts you were born to Emrys, does not mean that I am not!”
“I am wise enough not to mess with such things!” Emrys shot back, gold power glinting in warning around the edges of his eyes.
Mordred’s magic felt the urge to cower, to kneel and plead forgiveness, but he swallowed it back and hardened his eyes. “The King has requested it and I am will do as he asked. You cannot sway me.”
He swept then passed Emrys’ still form and made for the door to the castle. Perhaps if he retired to his chambers he would get some peace for once.
“Mordred” Emrys’ voice called out to him, its soft pleading tone stopped Mordred in his tracks but he did not turn. “If you had any care for Emrys… I am asking you not to do this.”
Mordred swallowed back the tears wanting to spill and set his jaw. “I am sorry Emrys but you are no longer my king and Arthur has asked this of me. I will not deny him.”
And he walked away, his back to Emrys and did not look back.
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Your descriptions of magic as marvelous, as is the way you describe Mordred's feelings about Merlin and Merlin's distrust.
I with we'd see more of Gwen's pov too, and Arthur's, to know what is really inside their head - I would have also liked to see the conversation that lead them to this decision.
I'll be waiting for more, anon! :)
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