brother banger. (inflagrante) wrote in forgotten_gods, |
It wasn't the wave that caught her attention, but the fluid movement of him standing in the corner of her eye. Morgause didn't return the wave, nor did she smile as she pivoted on her heel to approach her son, easily sliding past tables and chairs. Her eyes roamed over him from head to toe, taking in the new and the old. His clothes, the way his hair was styled, the position in which he stood. No, Mordred hadn't changed a whole lot, but she hadn't been expecting a major transformation.
Only once she was within a foot of him did she smile, the corners of her mouth curving up easily. Morgause, opting to play the actress when all she would've done was touched his cheek, eliminated the space between them by wrapping both arms around his upper back, her chin resting on his shoulder. Appearances always played an important role in how things could be interpreted. She preferred to leave people imagining. Guessing. Crossing their fingers and hoping.
There was a saying that went "appearances can be deceiving", and if there was one thing Morgause enjoyed doing, it was deceiving. Mordred was among the few people who could see through her.
"You haven't grown, have you?" was her first inquiry, painted with amusement.