Mordred (mordred) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-02-14 01:29:00 |
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Current mood: | relieved |
Entry tags: | gaheris, gareth, gawain, mordred |
Who: Mordred, Gaheris, Gawain and/or Gareth
Where: Manhattan
When: BACKDATED to late January, around noon
Rating/Warnings: TBD
Midday, and two men emerge from the hospital: both small, dark-haired, strong-featured. One is thin and worn; the hand that clutches his bag is missing two fingers. The other has a hard expression that doesn't match the gentleness of his arm around his brother's shoulders -- for they're clearly brothers, seen together this way; could not be anything else.
Gaheris of course has no insurance, nothing; Mordred elected to pay for the whole ordeal rather than get them tangled in red tape. It's made a massive dent in his previous life's savings, but right now he doesn't care; they're going home. Gaheris is coming back with him, safe with him. Everything else is negotiable.
"You feel like walking awhile?" he asks, under the noise of the street. "Get you some actual food? Or do you want to just get home?"