asgardeventide | Fourth Triskele [Accidental Video -> Text]

[The bracelet begins recording small bare feet hurriedly pacing the halls of the house where the king of Camelot (not you, Uther) and his fellow Albionites reside. The feet hurry first to the bed of Morgana, and the boy peers over it as he has made a habit of doing since the lady has departed from the house. Finding it empty he hurries next to the door of the knight Lancelot and raises his hand to knock, but after a moment hesitates and instead bends down to try and see if there is light at the crack below the door or some semblance of the movement of feet. He cannot tell.

Lastly he finds himself before the door to Arthur and Merlin's room and for a long moment he stares at it, frowning, but alas he does not even kneel to check for the light or the movement of feet. The king of Camelot would not have time for such things.

Quietly he paces away and goes to sit outside on the step. Only then can it be seen that he holds a crude toy bird in each hand, messily stitched together by himself as his people had taught him.

Not knowing that he's been recorded, he decides to send a text]

[Text]

Does anyone wish to play?

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[He softens at that, he can understand how much that means to him. He only wishes he had something to remember his own father by, other than memories stained with blood and horror.]

We shall try to do him proud.

[He follows the boy to the table, allowing him to set the tone and decide who does what and how.]

[ She watches him, a frown crossing her face as she moves to press her fingers to his shoulder. ]

What is on your mind?

Huh. I think you'd have better luck with the first two first and then get others to play the maze game.

[ In just a little bit, as promised, Percival appears to knock on the door. ]

[Mordred pushes some paper towards him]

You must make a shield for the knight. I shall make the king's crown.

[He studied Arthur's closely after all]

[He piles a few blades of grass on his knee]

I am not brave without you, Morgana.

[Without others to do the work of bravery for him. To push him out of the way of the sword or hide him behind screens or smuggle him away into the woods. Before it had been survival, all his people were as he, right? Run. Survive. Do not fight. But then what were father and Aglainn? With all the time he has to himself in this world and without his magic he is left to wonder if...no....how... destiny plans to fix this problem.]

[Mordred watches Gwaine intently]

You can play the game of tugging with ladies? Is that part of the code?

[Mordred cracks the door open and peeks out at him before stepping back to let him inside]

Hello, Sir Giant.

As Your Majesty pleases.

[He takes the paper in his hands with a fond smile and a small bow, before taking a seat and getting to work.]

You will learn yet.

[ she leans down, caresses his hair as Morgause did for her once. ]

And until you do, I am here. I will let no harm come to you.

Just the one, yes. [ And he so very narrowly avoids continuing on to say "and it's not like she's a lady, don't worry." The things that he sacrifices for children, honestly. Mordred poses a very good question, though. Gwaine never thought about it in terms of the code. ] I'll admit I haven't tried since before I got knighted. Always imagined a game was a game, though, eh?

I don't think the Code restricts games.

[It hardly seems appropriate to engage in this sort of game with a lady on the one hand. On the other, there's no need to over complicate things for a child. So here, you win agreement for your sacrifice, Gwaine.]

Shall we?

I've not thought about it.

[He shifts a little]

What are your father's people?

[His expression lifts a bit]

And I'll always be where you can find me.

[He'll not go looking for trouble as some from their world might do.]

[Mordred gives a seriously nod then looks to Gwaine who holds the rope]

What shall be the rules?

I know. And you should be rest assured that I will find you, I will seek you each time.

There would be little pride in it if you did not find it good.

Ah, that is the Mother who raised me, not the one who bore me. My father's people are Men, and lived in a city, and the mother who bore me was an Ellyl, who lived in a different city. The Mother who raised me was of the Were. It is perhaps confusing.

Oh, probably about the usual. We'll set ourselves a line in the middle, and the first side that gets pulled over it is our victor. And then, perhaps, we hunt down Sir Percival to see how many of us it takes to secure a victory over him.

I will only drop you if you continue to struggle. Concede defeat and be spared.

[ You will only find a sleepy grin on the King's face here, young Druid. Arthur doesn't carry him up the stairs to the loo but instead props Mordred up on the counter in the kitchen, turning on the sink to let the water warm. He gives a deep yawn, reaching towards the clasp on the boy's cloak. ]

All right, let's have this then. I'll get Merlin to throw it in the wash later on.

[Mordred flops then, a silent concession, and remains as a sack of flour over Arthur's shoulder until he's set upon the counter. It is then, as his cloak is being tugged off of his shoulders, that he holds up the birds again, trying to perch them on the man's shoulders.

His eyes flick time and again from his task and Arthur's expression just in case there be any sign of displeasure.]

Edited (i can totally spellz) 2013-02-04 07:32 (UTC)

[ Arthur gives a moment's pause once the cloak's been bundled up and tossed into the corner to blink down at the toys in Morded's hands, looking from one to the other as they rest on his shoulders. No displeasure here, though there's a sleepy haze of confusion that slowly bleeds away to a quiet smile. ]

Friends of yours?

[A half smile and he proceeds to introduce each one. First, the one with the awkwardly made paper crown and cape]

This is King Arbird...

[And then the one with the more cleanly cut paper shield]

...and his knight Sir Freebird.

Why are you of so many different people?

[And he smiles, the sort of smile only she gets, one without hesitation or caution, and his hand grips lightly at her sleeve.]

Because I was unwanted, child. And perhaps, in the greater story, so that I may be who I am now. Someone had to be.

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fine he'll spell it out for you

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Nice big letters plz, still learning to read

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don't worry, big bro's got your back

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this is slanderous material worthy of execution!!!

How about you just throw them in your dungeons that stop no one?

......touche.

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