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Title: We'll Get a Table by the Street
Author: Soujin
Claim: Arthurian legend: Sagramore/Mordred
Prompt: Letter
Rating: G
Word Count: 100
Notes: N/A
"You're a silly idiot."
"Oh, shut up," and then a laugh, breathless and white in the air. Sagramore tugs off his gloves, red silk with embroidery in gold thread, and drops them to one side, like a splash in the snow. "Look, I have it. See," drawing with his bare fingers. "'Lover', like that, L-o-v-e-r."
"How do you say that?"
"Barát."
"What do you call me?"
"Hu barát, that's not exactly the same. That's true-friend."
A murmur in Norse.
"Yes, it's that."
Mordred shakes his head. "Put your gloves back on, idiot. You'll lose a finger in this cold."
Author: Soujin
Claim: Arthurian legend: Sagramore/Mordred
Prompt: Letter
Rating: G
Word Count: 100
Notes: N/A
"You're a silly idiot."
"Oh, shut up," and then a laugh, breathless and white in the air. Sagramore tugs off his gloves, red silk with embroidery in gold thread, and drops them to one side, like a splash in the snow. "Look, I have it. See," drawing with his bare fingers. "'Lover', like that, L-o-v-e-r."
"How do you say that?"
"Barát."
"What do you call me?"
"Hu barát, that's not exactly the same. That's true-friend."
A murmur in Norse.
"Yes, it's that."
Mordred shakes his head. "Put your gloves back on, idiot. You'll lose a finger in this cold."