It is a very ordinary room.

A double bed, neatly made, with the curtains half drawn. Some pictures on the wall - one an engraving. There is a carboard box on the desk, and in it various things - the trainset, sunglasses and tophat from Meg, the carving kit from Bran. Other things, too, but mostly those. On the table is a sword, to pick it up it ( Read more... )

In some ways Mordred is predictable. He is snarky and emotional, prone to overreaction and fits of cold, thoughtless fury, but if you know him then he is predictable.

He is by the lake.

Lying on his back under a tree, watching the clouds through the leaves and branches as he smokes, but the main thing is that the world is (has) falling to pieces ( Read more... )

( on the battlefield of Camlann )

It's cold at Camlann right now. Sorry, Stradford-Saint-Mary, or whatever the little town is called. And it's cold here, too, but Mordred's still out in the weather. Daytime, but it's winter, and he's still in his normal pants and leather jacket ( Read more... )

Mordred is standing by the edge of the lake, skipping stones. He doesn't look any different from when he left, but he feels different.

More grounded. More connected to the world around him, instead of slipping into the spaces between tick and tock. Ah, the wonders of going home.

Lady ( Read more... )

Bernard ( Read more... )

Mordred, it should be said, is one who knows war. Knows the desperation of it, the heat of battle and the screams of the dying men and the sick smell of blood and shit and mud and death. He knows the logistics, the plans and maps and the sleepless nights worrying about hundreds of men whose names you can't remember but whose deaths each strike a ( Read more... )

It's late afternoon, so the image Mordred presents isn't as dramatic or what have you as if it had been a bright, moonlit night. The prince is leaning against a tree, smoking as he looks out of the lake ( Read more... )

Mordred is dreaming.

He is dreaming, and tossing and turning in his bed as his mind walks in a forest. He's searching for something...something he doesn't know, but he knows he has to find it, has to ( Read more... )