Anti-OTP: Mordred/Gaheris

[illgotten]

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

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[littlebetter]

His brother, his young brother, is lost. It was easy enough to start out with an intent to forget and put things aside, but harder now that he's easing towards a desire to take them up again and can't find his way there.

He's sitting in a small clearing to one side of the path, back against a tree, trying to decide whether he'll get up now and try to get home or whether he'll just stay a while longer yet.

[illgotten]

It takes a minute for Mordred to spot him, and stop, with one hand against the tree trunk. "Hey," softly.

[littlebetter]

Gaheris looks up. "You found me," a little surprised, almost some small note of pleased.

[illgotten]

A half-smile. "Looks like. What are you up to out here?"