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Mordred Lot (thedruidboy) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2010-12-30 15:25:00

Entry tags:

!closed, arthur pendragon, guinevere pendragon, mordred lot

Who: Mordred, Guinevere and (maybe) Arthur.
What: Mordred has moved onto the Pendragon's sofa.
When: Lunchtime
Where: Arthur and Gwen's flat.
Rating/Warnings: Low, but probably angsty
Status: Incomplete

Mordred had lost a lot of people in his short life. His Mother, on the moment of his birth. Then his Father, his teacher, his camp, and now Morgana. The closest thing to a Mother he'd ever known, and Mordred accepted the loss with a kind of broken finality which didn't suit a boy nearing his tenth birthday. That morning was stuck in his mind, looping around in his thoughts. He had heard her shouting for Emrys, frantically screaming in hollow of his head. Then he'd heard her cut off in the early hours of the morning, silence rushing in as he lay in bed, staring blankly up at the ceiling.

The wooden wardrobe in the corner of his room had cracked, split straight down the middle of the door, and a mirror had shattered, sending glass scattering. The flowers that had been sat in Mordred and Morgana's sitting room had shriveled and died in less than a second as the young boy lay there and waited for someone to come and take him. That was how it worked. He got passed on, moved somewhere else until that next person left and it all started again.

Now he sat silently, sitting on his hands, his voice lost to him as he perched in the middle of Gwen's sofa, toes just brushing the carpet as his skinny legs swung back and forth in time to the ticking clock. His stare was fixed on the floor. He didn't know if he'd rather be here or with Morgause. Gwen couldn't get in his head, so he couldn't speak to her. But he didn't want to. He didn't want to talk to anyone, with his voice or in any other way. He didn't want anything.

He just wanted Morgana.

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futurequeen
2010-12-30 04:07 pm UTC (link)

She just wanted to lock herself away, cry and pretend nothing was happening. That no one needed her and she could just grieve and think on Morgana in her own quiet. But that wasn't an option. She had a baby that she had to try and stay strong for, and a husband who just lost a woman who was like a sister to him. And now a young boy who, in his eyes, had just lost his mother. She was always the type to distract herself, so in reality the idea of hiding in her room was ludicrous.

She glanced over her shoulder at Mordred, the young boy looking so lost. Taking a deep breath, she walked over and carefully sat next to him. He had spoken to her at all other than that small moment on the PDA but she hadn't expected much given the time she met him in Camelot he never spoke two words and he had been through something traumatic.

Reaching out, she brushed her fingers through Mordred's hair before pressing her lips against his forehead. He needed rest. That was certain. She placed her hand on her stomach as a slight pain ran through her. She had been feeling them for a while now, she was use to it, and knew from the doctor's that it was nothing to worry over.

"Why don't we lie you down?"

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thedruidboy
2010-12-30 04:28 pm UTC (link)

There was a bounce on the sofa as Gwen sat down next to him. Mordred didn't look up, didn't break his stare from the floor as Gwen's fingers laced gently through his dark hair. It was comforting, causing the little boy to relax a little as she pressed a kiss to his forehead. He was glad he was here with Gwen, who had looked after his once before and was all warm and gentle and motherly, in a way that made his chest hurt because he missed Morgana so much.

Instead of lying down, like she suggested, Mordred leaned to one side, curling his skinny frame into Gwens side and clinging onto her sleeve with small hands. He wanted to talk to her, to ask for some kind of help, but his voice was gone and Mordred knew better than to try and find it. So he just held on, and turned his face so he could hide it against her.

	a_royal_prat 2011-01-01 09:39 pm UTC (link)
	"You're doing enough, Gwen." Arthur went to rummage through the cupboards for some food. "If you weren't he wouldn't have stayed." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	a_royal_prat 2011-01-01 10:17 pm UTC (link)
	"He will be," Arthur said, moving from cupboard to drawers. Pulling them open one by one with an increasing frown. "Give him ti-Where is our can opener?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)