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Morgana (future_seer) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2011-06-05 21:35:00

Entry tags:

mordred lot, morgana

WHO: Mordred and Morgana
WHAT: Mordred talks. Morgana listens. Or something like that.
WHEN: Sometime during this.
WHERE: There apartment.
Ratings: PG
STATUS: Closed/Incomplete

Morgana lightly rapped on Mordred’s bedroom door. “Mordred?” Her eyes fell on his form. He had been sitting at his desk, his small hands working at a piece of wood, when she had approached his room. His father had taught him how to make figures from blocks of wood. He had quite the talent her boy. “May I come in?”

She had been going through some forms for work when she decided to take a break and check her PDA. Mordred’s post was the first thing her eyes fell on and the decision to head toward his room was made as soon as she read what was written.

She was worried about him. Not that there wasn’t a time, in some shape or form, where she wasn’t. However, Mordred had just lost someone he deeply cared for and although he had dealt with more death than a child his age had the right to, that didn’t diminish her concern or her desire to comfort him. Morgana knew that experience didn’t diminish the pain felt whenever a person lost someone else they cared about. Neither did the thought that they might come back as was customary to Colligo.

They hadn’t spoken about Neria’s death at all yet. She had put his PDA away last night as soon as she saw that he had discovered the news before she could tell him. She had tried her best to be steady as she held him and he lashed out, vacillating between quiet anger and hot tears. Neria had been a friend of hers as well. Morgana had come to care for the other woman and had mentally numbed her own shock and anger that had sprouted out when Willow had confirmed Neria’s death. Her attention focused on Mordred rather than her own emotions.

He had fallen asleep in her arms before they had a chance to talk and that morning had went straight to work on his magic lessons. Morgana never once pushing, having learned (was still learning) in the past months as his guardian when to push for answers, when to let him come to her, and when to allow him to find things out on his own.

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thedruidboy
2011-06-06 02:06 am UTC (link)

Mordred was curled in the chair before his small desk, one knee tucked under his chin, the other leg curled underneath him. His young face was set in an expression of angry concentration, the normally gentle curve of his jaw set into a dramatic angle around his gritted teeth. The sharp blue of his eyes was currently concentrated intensely on the block of pale wood held deftly between small fingers. A blade flashed occasionally in the light being thrown from the lamp, light sliding harshly over the bones of his face.

He liked doing this. Not by magic - his Father had always said this was something done best by hand, because it let you put a bit of yourself into it. Magic could shape and warp things as well as enhance them, and Mordred knew that only too well. It wasn't his fault that the distorted version of magic was the one that drew him. Mordred had seen enough in his short life to drag the young boy towards the darker side of things. And Neria was just another blow against a skin that was rapidly toughening.

The knock on the door startled him, but not enough to cause his hand to start. Mordred pushed the tip of his tongue against his top lip, carefully setting the blade down before twisting awkwardly in his seat to look for Morgana. For a moment he didn't speak, just regarded her blankly, making a decision about how he felt like communicating. The temptation to abandon his voice altogether was there, had been since he'd heard about Neria the other day. But he knew it worried her when he went mute, so Mordred finally made a genuine effort to speak normally.

"Aren't you going to come in anyway?"

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future_seer
2011-06-08 11:46 pm UTC (link)

"I'm sorry." She murmured, mostly meaning for how she startled him but also for other things as well. She watched him. Her eyes taking in every movement and waiting for his next move. If he chose to speak through mental communication than she would encourage it. She would follow him in this and allow Mordred to choose whichever method left him the most comfortable.

She wanted him at ease as possible for this talk. Morgana recalled having it with her father. Never so soon after losing someone she had cared for but knew that with that being a factor - though Mordred was much more worldly than she had been at his age (yes, including how precocious she had been at that age - the emotions would be so much more raw for him. Still he had questions that he wanted answered and Morgana would try her best to give him answers that she could. Honestly. She promised him, herself, once to be as honest and open as possible with him. Something her father had been and had been denied to her when she was growing up as Uther's ward. She didn't want lies between herself and Mordred. While she would protect him as his age merited, as a child who had seen far too much deserved - Morgana refused to lie or patronize if she could help it.

Morgana's lips quirked slightly. In any other situation it would have been a smile. Now it was simply a pursing of her lips as she took in his question. "Not if you would rather be alone, no." Morgana did think that they needed to talk, especially if his questions on the network was anything to go on; nevertheless, she wasn't going to push him. At least not just yet.

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thedruidboy
2011-06-09 12:03 am UTC (link)

Mordred shrugged, turning back in his chair to reach for the knife. "You can come in if you like." He wrapped his fingers around the handle and lowered his gaze back to the wood, where the shape of a leaf was gradually starting to take shape. He hadn't known what it would be when he'd started. He'd just wanted to do something. Not magic. Something that made him tired.

Mordred worked in silence for a long moment, always aware of Morgana in the room. He could almost feel her eyes on him, burning into his skin with the intensity of her gaze. Not only that, but he could feel her. The magic and the warm, familiar presence of her in the back of his head. He liked it. When she'd gone away - Mordred refused to think that she'd died - it had been cold and empty and frightening. So he didn't complain. A part of him, nestled deep in his chest, was terrified that it would happen again with that Glory lady hurting people. She'd already taken Neria away, what if...

Mordred clenched his teeth hard together. One was wobbily, on the bottom row and about half-way back, and he pushed his tongue against it to feel it move. When he spoke, his voice was quiet and tight and he refused to look round. "Why is it happening? Why can't they just give her what she wants?"

He didn't feel like he needed to be more specific.

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future_seer
2011-06-09 12:52 am UTC (link)

She sat on his bed, directly behind him and just waited for him to talk to her. Her fingers unconsciously righting his covers. Morgana's attention fell back on him and she watched how he worked. She was always fascinated by his skill, by his ability to create things. It made her proud of him, her talented boy, and while the thought was petty - filled her with smug knowledge. As if to say see?, to all of those who spoke and claim that her son was only capable of destruction. That he was incapable of caring.

His morality might not be theirs - and it would be a lie if Morgana didn't say that it didn't leave her uncomfortable at times, but she still loved him - but he was still capable of such good. She knew that. She tried her best to nurture it. Though truth be told she just may not be the best person for the job. As proven by his question. A thought that had danced in her mind plenty of occasions. Not one of her answers was 'because it was wrong'. Or at least never simply that.

Morgana knew that it was wrong. Dawn was an innocent girl. She didn't deserve to die to save them all. However, her death wouldn't not be right. Sometimes the not so right things had to be done. It wasn't good but they were what was needed. Dawn might not deserve to die for all of them but they didn't deserve to be killed off to keep her living.

"Because Glory claims that Dawn is the way to bring her home and while that might be the truth, we don't know what would happen if we gave Glory what she wanted. Yes, she might stop but the consequences may be more than we can handle."

No, he didn't need to be specific but Morgana would be if he wanted her to be.

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thedruidboy
2011-06-09 12:18 pm UTC (link)

Mordred twisted to frown at her, the wood forgotten, clenched in his small hand. As he saw it, Glory wanted something, and she would hurt people he cared about until she got it. So they should give it to her. From what Glory had told him, she wasn't even a real person. Of course, Mordred had liked Dawn - but he'd liked Emrys and Arthur as well at one point, so what difference did it really make? Mordred's number one priority was keeping his people safe, and he wasn't too fussed about much else at the moment.

"But if we don't give it to her then we know what's going to happen," he pointed out. "But we don't know what'll happen if we do. It might be alright." He rested his chin on the back of the chair to stare across at her, fingers curling around the edge of the seat. "It's stupid to get everyone in trouble for one person."

He sighed, twisting a little to place the wood and knife down. If he was honest, there was a part of him which wasn't completely repulsed by what Glory was doing. She wanted something, needed something to get away, and she would do what she could to get it. Mordred had needed to get away from the Knights back home, so he had killed them. Who could say that was really any different?

"I'd give the key to her," he added, his young voice suddenly quiet and low.

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future_seer
2011-06-09 01:08 pm UTC (link)

Yes, they did. And yes it was stupid. Nevertheless, that fact that it 'might be alright' wasn't good enough for her. Morgana had risked everything for less but that was when her emotions were clouding her judgment. Even those situations the plans seemed secure. The unknown option that lead to: She could lose everyone in one go. That option was not worth the risk to Morgana. She had visions. They were good for something. She would use them. No, she hadn't been able to help Neria or the others, but she refused to let them fail her again. She refused to think of any more options where she lost people - but realistically Morgana didn't see anything else.

Morgana moved toward him at his confession. She passed a hand over his dark hair and placed a soft kiss at his cheek. "And what of her daughter?" There were no recriminations, castigations, or revulsion for that fact that Mordred would give Dawn to Glory. She didn't blame him. She would too if there weren't other factors weighing on her mind.

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thedruidboy
2011-06-09 09:17 pm UTC (link)

Morgana's hand touched gently against his hair, her lips brushing softly against his cheek. Mordred turned to look at her, still curled tightly in his chair in a bundle of bony limbs and sharp features. He was still growing, and an inch of pale ankle was visible below the hem of his jeans. Mordred played with a stray thread nervously as he considered the question.

"I don't know," he finally replied quietly. It seemed nicer to say that 'I don't care'. Mordred had been raised without a Mother, and it wasn't unusual for the children in his clan. Women died in childbirth all the time, as far as he understood. It was just how it worked. And there was always someone there to take up the work. He understood that things were different now - he'd seen the strange white room Gwen had had her baby in, with its funny smell and humming lights. But in his young mind it wasn't an issue.

"She just wants to go home," he added. "Lots of people do." The difference was that Glory seemed to be doing something about it, although he got the feeling that wouldn't be a good thing to say to Morgana.

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