Scott Morgan ◊ Mordred (druidchild) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2010-11-30 22:46:00 |
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Who: Scott Morgan (and Mordred)
What: The Sight
When: Tuesday Night
Where: Camelot Castle
A cloud had been hanging over Scott ever since they'd gotten back to being themselves. His usual bouncy energy was tempered by Mordred, still hanging onto whatever control he could, and by Ava's illness. Not that he was any special fan of Arthur and Ava, but really, she deserved better. She was family, however recent and surprising that was.
He didn't know what he'd done the week before. Maybe he'd helped Nimueh with whatever it was she'd done. Maybe he'd caused trouble of his own. Maybe he'd sat around and gotten drunk and sulked. The few memories he could coax out of Mordred were hazy at best. It was almost funny, that his own headmate didn't trust him. He wasn't so naive that he didn't know they were stuck in this together. He was willing to compromise. He was also willing to use whatever skills his other half had. If Mordred was going to stay in the foreground, he could at least make himself useful.
Even when he was a child in Orkney, Mordred had the Sight. He trained with the druids. If the world had been slightly different, he might have been the Merlin of Britain someday. He knew a few things. Scott build up a fire in the fire place in his room and knelt before it. He'd been there for some time, lost in a sort of meditation. The debris of ritual were already scattered around him, an empty wine goblet, scattered salt, a silver dagger.
At last he took up the dagger and made a small cut across his left palm. Red blood quickly welled up and coated his hand as he clenched his fist around the wound. Then he opened his hand and cast the blood into the fire. Staring into the flames he saw many things, but Scott couldn't tell if they were the past, the present, or the future. Mordred wouldn't say, or didn't know himself.
He tried to summon a vision, first of Ava. He only saw her as he'd last seen her, asleep in the castle with Gareth watching over her. Failing that, he tried to focus on Sally. In the twisting glow of the flames he did see her, standing in a cave, grinding herbs, smiling. Then her expression grew concerned, and she was bent over a book with Charlotte and Alex. Alex, his baby sister, his confidant. She was surrounded by people, smiling and laughing while a storm raged outside. In the storm there was a shadowy figure, far away. It was Daniel. He turned up his collar against the cold and spoke, but Scott didn't hear anything. His brother looked worried, worried even for him. But who was he speaking to? Another man stood up from where he'd been kneeling on the ground and Scott saw himself. The two brothers talked in the dim light, quietly and seriously. There was blood on their hands.
There was blood on his hands. Scott blinked muzzily. There was blood on his hand, drying and sticky and he was lying on his side on the floor by his fireplace. The Sight had worked, but he had no idea what to make of what he'd seen. The fire had nearly gone out and his cat was pawing at his leg. He shooed her away with his clean hand, then rolled over onto his back, closing his eyes and sighing wearily. "That was less than helpful."