InsaneJournal

Mordred was sat on the grass in the cool puddle of shade provided by the familiar tree on the far side of the park, although it seemed a lot smaller and less gnarled than it did back at home. On his lap was the book Azazel had left him all those years ago - he'd dug it out from under his bed, where it had been hidden behind piles of abandoned toys and other bits and pieces. His copy back home was incredibly worn - he'd had to fix it with magic several times. Now he was flicking through the familiar spells, waiting anxiously for Phil to arrive.

He'd already gone through this, the anxious churning in the pit of his stomach that came along with the certainty Dom Cobb was going to skin him alive. When he'd been planning on asking Phillipa to marry him, he'd gone to Phil's father first, to get permission, and it had been one of the scariest things he'd ever done. And he had Morgause as an Aunt.

He was just flicking through the middle few pages when a familiar shadow fell over him. Mordred looked up sharply, squinting his sharp blue eyes in the sunlight and finally lifting a hand to shade his gaze. Phillipa gradually came into focus, and he smiled nervously up. Mordred had mostly got over his shyness - he had a group of close friends that he'd grown up with and could talk to like any young man in his early twenties. And he almost never found himself stuck on mute any more, but that didn't mean he enjoyed being shoved headfirst into social situations. He was quite glad he hadn't been dragged along to face the Cobbs.

"How'd it go?" he asked, shutting the book swiftly. It was charmed so other peopple couldn't read it, but he couldn't help but be careful. Mordred put the book down beside him and reached for Phil's hand, pulling her down to sit beside him. "Am I dead? Shall i go into hiding? I can turn myself into a tree or something."