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[illgotten]

Mordred is surprisingly fond of the heat, for a boy from halfway to the Arctic, but today is a bit much even for him. He's sprawled flat on the grass, under a tree a little ways off from the Mansion. His shirt is discarded nearby, and the scars show pale on his flushed skin; not as many as they should be by rights

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[tomboy_22]

Between two watches on a very worrying Cal, Anita managed to set some snares - and now that she's left him under the worried care of Phedre, she is out to collect.

Of course, she spots Mordred. And oh god, have mercy, he's shirtless. She, on the other hand, is vamp killer casual. As usual.

"Hello there." A smirk.

[illgotten]

His eyes slit open. "Afternoon."

[tomboy_22]

"Afternoon, handsome. Long time no see." Standing, still.

[illgotten]

A half-grin. "Nice weather we're having."

[le_desirous]

Since Morgause's beautiful work on his memories, Sagramore has been feeling very good--light-hearted, normal, a great deal better than usual. Thanks to the habitualness of his drinking he still has a very strong desire to drink, but he doesn't really know why, and for that reason he's taken to doing other things instead--no reason to get drunk if there's no reason. Checking on the dogs in the stables is fun, as is visiting with Curio while he's there. He's not yet seen Courfeyrac, but then it's only been a few days.

At the moment he's walking. He hasn't even had a seizure in two days. Shirtless Mordred is just the frosting on the cake of Sagramore's excellent week.

"Barat," pleasantly, grinning at him.

[illgotten]

He looks up, startled. "Hey."

[le_desirous]

Sagramore kneels down by him easily enough, and ruffles his hair. "Good afternoon."

[illgotten]

"I've had worse," he concedes.

[phedre_25]

That's certainly bound to attract the notice of a thoughtful, worried sick D'Angeline lady who is taking a breather while the one she cares for is sleeping, at last.

She walks, about, her skirts swaying gently, elegantly, and as she passes the man laying on the grass, she smiles.

"Good afternoon, Mylord."

[illgotten]

It takes him a moment, for reasons rehearsed above, and then he looks up at her sharply. "Lady."

[phedre_25]

A smile, she inclines her head. "A lovely day, aye?"

T: Connection sux so bad I can't be on Gtalk. So sorry. >.<

[illgotten]

"It'll do."

Alas! ;_;