Devin Blackthorn ☀ Mordred (wearingserpents) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2017-08-05 00:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | devin blackthorn, freddie morgan, garrett landry |
Who: Devin Blackthorn, Garrett Landry, Freddie Morgan
What: The Resistance spy finds out a secret even Camelot doesn't know.
Where: Camelot Enterprises
When: Friday, August 4; early evening
Warnings: Creeper spies and enough sap that this might as well be a tree.
There were certain parts of the family stronghold that Devin didn't expect he'd ever breach. The castle, obviously. To even set foot in it he'd have to take the proper oaths and convince whatever magic guarded it that he didn't mean it any harm. If he could find out a few more details about that in particular he might be able to find a way to deceive even that; as it was he'd managed to wiggle just enough answers out of Daniel's little boyfriend that he was aware that it would be infinitely complicated and that pressing any further would raise the kind of suspicion that he'd been doing incredibly well at avoiding. Academic curiousity could only provide so much of a cover when certain lines of questioning only made Zane shrug and start putting on a thicker version of the twangy drawl that he usually only slipped into by accident—a subconscious attempt, Devin had decided, at making himself sound too dense to know anything at all instead of having to tell him no.
And so the castle was out of the question until further notice. If, of course, Devin's superiors didn't get tired of waiting for the tough nut that was the Morgan-Evans family to crack entirely first. They trusted Devin in many ways. It still wasn't enough. They were even more cautious than he'd anticipated. Even more suspicious. And they'd surrounded themselves with the sort of loyal retainers that Devin would have expected from the royal family of Camelot. Arthur had always inspired that sort of feeling in everyone around him too. (Devin didn't think about how he'd inspired it in Mordred as well. He'd pushed it aside to do his duty and Devin would have done the same even if he'd found himself caught up in that web.)
There were other places that were open to him. The London office, for example. That was open to nearly anyone. It would have to be, considering that it was the center of public relations. It was difficult to do anything involving the public if the public couldn't get into the places where you invited them to meet. There were still things that Devin could discover nosing into even that much of the family's space; Zach wasn't the same man he'd been before since he'd gotten shot. He was sloppier. Devin had his suspicions about what Zach might be hiding behind the perfect suits and the perfect hair; only suspicions. When it came to family members that required the most of Devin's attention, Zach was fairly low on the list. He would self-destruct without Devin's interference. He wasn't going to waste his time on him.
Freddie was the main draw of the London office. Freddie... and Arthur, on Mordred's part. Daniel was the leader of Camelot but for Mordred it had always been about Arthur. Even if this wasn't the same Arthur that had fathered Mordred in some ways he was. Daniel and Morgaine were enough on their own as well. That was a mystery that Mordred had understood though, why his mother hadn't wanted him. No matter how sickly he'd wished for it... Mordred had wished for a lot of things that he'd known were impossible. There wasn't anything left to be explored there. Arthur though... Arthur was Mordred's destiny. Killing Arthur. Being killed by him. There was part of Devin that knew, deep at his core, that Freddie Morgan was going to be the death of him and he courted that just as much as he courted his trust so that he could be the death of Camelot. It was always going to end the same way.
For now though... for now, what concerned Devin was worming his way deeper into Freddie's trust. Allowing the younger man to beat him at swordplay always seemed to put him in a good mood. It came with the added bonus of giving Devin a chane to learn how he fought. His weaknesses. His tells. Poor, scholarly Devin could be relied on not to recognize those things even if he wasn't completely trusted.
Dropping in unannounced was unusual; a test even. Whether Devin was family enough that Freddie would agree on the spot. Whether Freddie was uncomfortable and tried to put Devin off. There were reasons for every move that Devin made, layers upon layers of reasons. This one was a little more straightforward. It happened to coincide with the motivations behind his cover story well enough. Of course Devin wanted to know whether he would be welcome. It could be for entirely innocent reasons. It could be because he wanted to prod at that sore tooth of how much they regarded him as a brother even if he didn't expect to be welcomed. Devin thought that Freddie would welcome him though. He thought that Freddie would be glad for any excuse to duck out of work early and spend time doing something physical instead. He thought—
Devin recognized the figure slipping into Freddie's office quickly enough to hold himself back. Garrett, with Lancelet there to tell him all about Mordred's tricks, was just as disinclined to trust Devin as Freddie had ever been.
It could be a good opportunity though, a chance to hear Freddie unguarded. See what he was like when he was just with a friend and didn't know that someone less trusted was around. Devin glanced around again before easing himself up nearer to the door. This wasn't one of the reasons that he'd come there. It could end up being even better than what he'd planned.