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northseaflotsam

you say that things change my dear

Oct 03, 2009 01:26

( He of all men has no right to complain of betrayal. )

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le_desirous October 3 2009, 06:33:00 UTC

And in that world things are slowly winding to an inauspicious close, slowing down like old clockwork. Sagramore is sitting on the front steps, sewing buttons back on a shirt, his hands shaking with delerium tremens. He looks extraordinarily old.

northseaflotsam October 3 2009, 06:40:19 UTC

The shock is nearly as bad as the first; not only the place, the hour, but Sagramore himself is wrong, unfamiliar. Mordred stands there for a moment, entirely disoriented.

And then (he wouldn't be here if he wasn't resilient) he shoves the PINpoint in his pocket and crosses the yard purposefully.

le_desirous October 3 2009, 06:42:44 UTC

Sagramore glances up, and the change is in his eyes as well. "Mordred?"

northseaflotsam October 3 2009, 06:45:10 UTC

"Who the hell else?" He drops to one knee beside the steps. "Leave that, leave it, come here--" reaching out an arm.

le_desirous October 3 2009, 06:47:16 UTC

"Ah, no--" But he puts his hand on Mordred's carefully. "What are you doing here? It's been at least a year, I'm sure of it. I thought you'd gone back to Orkney."

northseaflotsam October 3 2009, 06:51:23 UTC

Mordred's expression turns stony, the foreboding look that's always served to cover hurt, or fear. "No. A few months."

le_desirous October 3 2009, 06:54:16 UTC

"A few months? No, no, you must be forgetting." He gives Mordred a friendly smile and picks up the sewing again. "I understand. I have been too."

northseaflotsam October 3 2009, 06:58:47 UTC

Mordred catches his wrist, hard, a young man's grip. "--Come home with me."

le_desirous October 3 2009, 07:01:30 UTC

"I can't go," softer. "Enfys--no, I can't go anywhere."

northseaflotsam October 3 2009, 07:07:25 UTC

"Enfys--?" In his confusion, it takes him a moment to place the name. "Why not?"

le_desirous October 3 2009, 07:08:54 UTC

"Because I can't remember when the funeral is."

northseaflotsam October 3 2009, 07:11:50 UTC

Mordred stills. "You're not making sense, heart," in a voice that doesn't go with the hard look, the tight fingers.

le_desirous October 3 2009, 07:14:51 UTC

"She's dead. Enfys is dead. No, I didn't believe it for days, but Annuska swears it's true." Sagramore looks at Mordred lostly.

northseaflotsam October 3 2009, 07:17:56 UTC

"Oh." And then it sinks in: what it is for Sagramore to lose someone. "Oh, Christ. I'm sorry."

le_desirous October 3 2009, 07:19:08 UTC

"I don't know what to do," he murmurs. "I don't know what to do."

northseaflotsam October 3 2009, 07:22:58 UTC

Quiet for a moment. "Come home with me. For a little while, that's all. Will you do that?"

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