Fourth Triskele [Accidental Video -> Text]

[childofthewickedday]

[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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[childofthewickedday]

[His expression wavers]

But...not for always....right? You will not stay away forever?

[veneficus]

I do not know, Mordred. I might and I might not. Tomorrow the Deities might deem it proper to send me away. There is no certainty in this city.

[childofthewickedday]

[Any last remnants of the hope in his face drains away and his expression tightens as his eyes begin to shine a little]

Then I shall go with you.

[veneficus]

No, Mordred. Hel is no place for a child. I would have you where you are. Thor is a safer place, more fitting.

[childofthewickedday]

I would rather be in danger than to not see you anymore.

[He stands up in the hopes that it might make him look a little bigger, stronger perhaps. Though he cannot argue for his magic since he's been robbed of it]

..I am not unused to danger, Morgana.

[veneficus]

We shall see each other, Mordred but I will not have you in danger for my sake. You would be safe in Thor and you have friends in the house, do you not?

[childofthewickedday]

[He falters. He does have friends. Lancelot and Arthur and he has agreed to be friends with Merlin...

but...]

...But when can I see you, Morgana?

[He's losing ground in his argument, he can feel it]

[veneficus]

[ she thinks about it for a moment before offering: ]

In the park. In one hour.

[childofthewickedday]

[Mordred nods almost furiously as if the offer would be taken away if left for too long]

In one hour. I shall be there.

[veneficus]

It's still cold. Wear your cape and let the others know where you'll be. I imagine they might worry for your sake.

[ and she won't have them saying she is turning him against them or anything of the kind. ]

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[childofthewickedday]

[The boy agrees and holds his tongue in uncertainty when part of him wishes to say that the others worry for her as well. While he does not doubt it is true, he isn't sure if he can say it, for them or to her. So instead he spends the good part of the hour getting and then waiting after he is ready. Cape tugged up around his shoulders and shirt laces tied neatly instead of being allowed to hang loose as usual, he seeks out Lancelot to tell him where he will be headed.

Only after does he tie the small pouch he's begun to above his hip and steps into his boots from Merlin. Then he deftly slips through the door. Tugging his hood up he follows his well travelled route, walked usually with Regina, and upon entering the park he begins to look about him in hopes of catching a glimpse of the lady Morgana.

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[veneficus]

[ Morgana is tired, the familiar all-consuming exhaustion that she can feel in her very bones. The kind no amount of sleep will help, even in this city where she is not haunted by nightmares.

Still Mordred comes and she smiles true for the first time since the memories. ]

I'm here.

[ sitting beneath a tree. Tired but for him, smiling. ]

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[childofthewickedday]

[Mordred turns on his heel at the sound of her voice and with relief plain on his face that she has come, he steps lightly towards her, before hurrying the last few steps to cast his arms about her neck]

I have missed you, Morgana!

[veneficus]

[ he takes her momentarily be surprise but her instincts kick in, urge her arms to wrap around him in return. ]

And I you, certainly.

[ the only one she allowed herself to miss. ]

[childofthewickedday]

[He holds onto her for a long moment before settling down beside her under the tree, expression shifting to one of concern as a small hand reaches for her hair]

...are you well, Morgana?

[He asks in at tone that says he can see you are not.]

[veneficus]

I'm fine.

[ her answer to everything, everyone, fine. There are too many people who care, who ask her and she doesn't know what to do with them; she doesn't know what to say. ]

[childofthewickedday]

[His frown deepens, making small creases at the corners of his mouth for he knows that cannot be true. Small fingers linger with knuckles caught loosely at the ends of her raven locks before, out of ideas, he abruptly leans over and presses his face into her shoulder.

Why will you not tell him the truth, Morgana? Is it because he is not strong anymore?]

[veneficus]

Mordred.

[ she reaches a hand to lift his chin; to brush away strands of hair from his face so he could look at her. ]

You must not trouble yourself with these thoughts.

[childofthewickedday]

[He fights the hand for the briefest moment, as children will do, but then blue eyes are turned up to her under dark brows.]

We are still kin?

[veneficus]

Of course we are kin, nothing will change that. I lost so many of my kin to unwittingly push away another. Do not doubt me, I will not leave you.

[ she would have taken him with her. The suspicious part of her screamed that they'll turn him against her but her heart settled that dispute. ]

Hel is no place for a child. If it was, I'd let you stay with me.

[childofthewickedday]

[None have tried, and had they they would have been met with anger.]

I wasmeant to go there but you helped me, Morgana. I want to help you too.

[He reaches for the pouch above his hip]

I have brought you something.

[And from it he produces a bird like the others he had made, but this one stitched it green. He holds it out to her.]

For company.

[veneficus]

[ She looks confused for a moment before she reaches out and takes the thing, turns it in her hands. A small thing, a child's toy and Morgana is not a child anymore but for a moment, the thing is more precious to her than all her jewels. ]

What's its name?

[childofthewickedday]

[He has not thought to name it yet, but after a moment of thought he touches a finger to it, as if knighting it with such a simple gesture]

Loyalwings.

[veneficus]

[ that brings a smile to her lips, small but genuine, and she nods. ]

I will keep him safe, then. Thank you.

[childofthewickedday]

May he protect you, Morgana.