Michael Madison (morethanson) wrote in britannia_ny, @ 2009-11-07 23:42:00 |
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Current mood: | confused |
Entry tags: | gary wilkinson, michael madison |
that someone will be falling next
This time he wakes with a ragged gasp, with his fingers clenched in the pillow and the covers tangled around him, eyes wide and staring at something that eventually resolves, ridiculously, into the bedside lamp.
He'd gone for Lamorak in a choking fog of rage and contempt and sudden terror, and a brief deceptive glimpse of cold logic. Even then he knew what rumor would make of this, three armed men against a lone fugitive, and Gawain was beyond reason, God, Gawain would leave nothing but a smear in the turf--
--and Morgause's lover, Morgause's killer, was beneath that death. Gawain, who was twice marked already, should not suffer the stain of it.
He clawed himself up from the ground as Lamorak spun away from him, with the dagger in his hand--
And the room is very dark and very quiet. Mike buries his face in his arms again, his heart pounding.