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Tweak says, "Can't stop me now."

Mordred Lot (thedruidboy) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2011-03-25 12:46:00

Entry tags:

mordred lot, morgause

Who: Mordred & Morgause
Where: Morgause's apartment.
When: Morning on the 25th.
Why: Mordred goes looking for comfort from his evil aunt.
Rating: Low

Mordred knocked on the door of Morgause's apartment, before cautiously trying the handle. Normally, he checked with Morgause before he turned up at her home, just a quick question sent straight into her head to make sure it was alright for him to be there. Not that she ever said no, but he knew that that was the polite thing to do. And he felt a little guilty about just walking into her rooms now, but he didn't know what else to do.

Mordred hadn't said a word since yesterday morning, when he had woken up and felt the huge, gaping hole in his chest where his magic had been torn away. He hadn't known what to do, and it had hurt, not having it there. So he'd curled up under his blue duvet with the stars on for most of the morning, and then had refused to leave Morgana's side until it was time for bed again. Every moment hurt, and he'd never felt so completely and utterly lost as he did now. Mordred's magic was powerful, and more a part of him than anything else he could think of. It had been what made him him, what had defined him. And now he didn't have it and he wasn't anything any more.

Mordred stepped silently into Morgause's main room, finding the blonde sorceress (ex-sorceress) sat on one of the sofa's. Without a word, the skinny nine year old padded over to her, slipped into the space beside his aunt and curled his bony little body up against hers, hoping for a thread of comfort from someone who understood.

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blondevil
2011-03-25 01:02 pm UTC (link)

Morgause had refused to be beaten, really. She had thought through everything she could do to enable whatever had a hold of her magic to return it. But even the thoughts she had wouldn't work, because she needed even an ounce of magic left within her to restore her back to strength. It was all gone, and even if she couldn't get any of it back she refused to be beaten.

Whoever took it, however, should hope she had it returned soon. She didn't only rely on her magic for revenge.

A knock at her door brought her from her thoughts and before she could answer it opened. If she hadn't seen the small boy then she was sure something would have collided with the intruder for daring to just walk in. But normally she had little problem with Mordred just wandering in. And when he curled up against her, she automatically slipped an arm around his body and pressed a kiss against his hair.

"It will get better, Mordred. I wont allow this to continue if I can help it."

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thedruidboy
2011-03-25 08:32 pm UTC (link)

Mordred had never known Morgause as the feared woman she'd been back home, or the enemy he knew some people viewed her as. She's always been good to him, kind and affectionate even, and Mordred was the kind of boy who would latch onto people who were nice to him and dismiss those who weren't. Occasionally, this meant he made friends with the wrong kind of people - he still had Azazel's book tucked away in his room where Morgana couldn't find it. Mordred's magic had been developing, a strange mixture of all the influences he'd met in this world, and he'd been proud of what he could do. And now someone else had it.

He didn't have his voice at the moment, so instead he offered Morgause a shaky, barely there smile. He wanted to believe her, but he'd seen enough of the experiments this place thrust upon them to know it wouldn't always be that easy. Perhaps she would be able to brew a potion, but all the ones he knew needed magic to make the ingredients active...

He wanted to answer her, felt frustrated that he couldn't. Mordred quite often wanted to speak - anyone who had let him in their head knew he often had quite a lot to say. But for whatever reason, sometimes he just couldn't. And now he couldn't even silently communicate with the blonde woman beside him. Mordred touched a small hand to the pale skin on his throat and shook his head a little to communicate his problem, before quickly burrowing back into the comfort of his adoptive aunt's side.

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blondevil
2011-03-25 09:50 pm UTC (link)

She looked down at him when she sensed his discomfort. She didn't need magic at all to sense such things, it was possible just with the way he was. Looking down at him, she gave him a sympathetic smile when he showed her what else was wrong. He rarely spoke vocally, and it must be difficult trying to speak. But then he was cuddling closer and she sighed softly, holding him tight to her.

"Maybe you can try later. But there's no rush."

She didn't mind if he couldn't talk, if there was something wrong he would manage to show her in some way or another.

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thedruidboy
2011-03-25 11:11 pm UTC (link)

Mordred stayed there for a while, curled against Morgause as she got on with whatever she was doing, his dark head balanced on her shoulder. His hair was in need of a cut, and was starting to go curly at the ends and tickle his neck, and he squirmed uncomfortably a few times.

The pair spent several minutes in comfortable, miserable silence before Mordred pulled away and got back to his feet, padding over to the window to peer out at the city. There were so many people in this city, and everyone was confused and different to how they had been two days ago...

He wanted to know who had his magic. Biting down gently on his lip, Mordred turned away from where he'd been watching people swarm below and turned back to Morgause, his young features pressed together in a serious little frown.

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blondevil
2011-03-26 02:53 am UTC (link)

She let him stand, not one for keeping those who needed space forced in close. She was often that one so she understood the need. She spent most of her life going wherever she wanted to and in big spaces that being confined to this small flat was stifling at times. Even more so without her magic.

When he looked at her, Morgause did not like his expression. Such a young face rarely had reason to look like that. Despite her training him to use magic that was beyond his years but in his capabilities, she wanted him to remain a child in some aspects.

"What is it, Mordred?"

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