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Characters: Mordred (modraed), Gawain (decayingly), Euterpe (museicalme), and a possible appearance by Agravaine (nevermercy)
Date/Time: May 4th, afternoon
Location: Presbyterian Hospital, room 112
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Swearing, possible violence
Summary: Agravaine got jumped. Mordred and Gawain want answers.

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[museicalme]

They were both pissed at her, and for the briefest of moments Euterpe couldn't blame them. Not when the last thing she'd told Agravaine was that she hoped someone kicked his ass so she could cheer them on. Still, she never wanted this to happen. If she had to admit it, her drunken confession made all those weeks ago was rooted in truth - she loved him. Even more than she'd thought she once loved her first boyfriend and the taker of her virginity.

Agravaine represented every tortured anti-hero Euterpe had ever read about and saw get saved through the power of love, and the muse of music and lyrical poetry was just enough of a romantic to believe she could be the one to lead him to salvation. Sure, he was a complete dick, but she idiotically believed that underneath all that douchery was a wounded heart and her patient love and attention could be the salve helping to heal it. Yeah, that tune seemed a bit more discordant after he hit her, but he definitely didn't deserve anything like this.

Surreptitiously checking to make sure the door was still open, just in case, she drew herself up to her full five feet six inches of height and met both brothers' gazes with a firm but sympathetic one of her own. "No, I have no idea who did this." She looked over her shoulder at the figure in the bed, crossing her arms under her chest as she continued speaking. "And I came here because Mordred asked me to come. I know..." she let her voice trail off as if aware they were blaming her. "I want to help. "

A fresh wave of tears came to her eyes but she ignored them. "I didn't want him hurt,regardless of what he did. It was between us, and I shouldn't have said anything. I do still care about him, I had even asked that people let it go." It sounded silly even to her own ears, but it was the truth.

[modraed]

The words of comfort from Gawain made Mordred feel slightly better, though his relief didn't last for long. Every time he looked down at the brother who was supposed to be standing tall next to him joining him in making cutting remarks and generally disdaining everyone else around them a new surge of rage filled him, making him feel powerless in the face of the unknown enemy. When Euterpe walked in and acted as though they should welcome her presence he could easily understand why Vaine would feel no remorse in hitting her.

There was just something about the muse that bothered him, though unlike Gawain he wouldn't voice his disbelief of her emotional state so openly. Instead, he listened and forced himself not to grab her by the throat and choke the truth from her. He knew that just wouldn't do, and much as her words rang hollow he had a feeling there was a measure of truth to them. Focusing on a few of the phrases she used, he narrowed in upon them with pinpoint accuracy.

"What do you mean, you asked that people let it go?" He wasn't going to bother saying anything about her admissions that she shouldn't have said anything or still cared; no use in pointing out that someone behaved stupidly when they already admitted to it. "We're aware that Lancelot felt the need to defend you, however you make it sound like there were others." And if there were, they needed to know so that they could make that person pay.

"It doesn't matter what else you say, it's clear this happened because you opened your trap. Now, my brother is hospitalized, again, and all you have to say for yourself is essentially 'oops'?" A glare hardened on his face as he narrowed his eyes at her. "You know more than you're saying, and if you know what's good for you then you'll start speaking."