brother banger. (inflagrante) wrote in forgotten_gods, |
After having pulled away, she met his gaze evenly whilst touching the tips of her fingers to his cheek as though examining him. That hand came up a few inches to play with his bangs, pushing them to the side in what could have been mistaken as fussiness, when it was truly watered down affection.
When it seemed she was pleased with her discoveries, Morgause proceeded to occupy the chair across from him, one leg crossing over the other in the tight confines of her pencil skirt. "Good. You're not allowed to grow without asking my permission first," she lightheartedly teased, that smile widening just slightly.
But every word out of her mouth came with a double meaning. Although said with jest, her meaning was clear: Mordred, despite being his own person, belonged to her. He was a part of her. Her son, her knight, her everything. None of her other sons could hold a candle to Mordred's brilliance, compassion, and strength. Permission wasn't something he was required to seek from her, even though it was appreciated from time to time.
Inside her bag, her Blackberry beeped with a new message, but she ignored it, not acknowledging it as important.