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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May he protect you, Morgana.

Do not worry, Mordred. I am fine. There is nothing in this city that can harm me.

[ since Emrys is thankfully, not around. ]

[~~coughaboutthat~~]

There are more things to be protected from than people and monsters.

What are you speaking of, Mordred?

[ what. ]

Loneliness...or being afraid.

I am not afraid.

[ she is; she is terrified of Merlin, of Arthur, of Lancelot; terrified of facing them and terrified of her feelings. Scared of even having them. ]

And currently, I am not alone.

You are never afraid here?

I do not allow myself to be.

[ or at least, she tries not to allow herself to be. ]

Lancelot teaches me to be courteous [A word he taught him as well] Arthur teaches me to think before I act....

You should teach bravery, Morgana.

[ Something in her breaks a little, she shifts to look up to the sky, willing herself to calm down. Morgana knows bravery but she is also so frightened also. The one to teach him should have been Morgause. Morgause knew no fears, Morgana knew too many. ]

You simply have to remember what you mean to accomplish, to want to do what's right, to have what is rightfully yours.

[ she is silent for a moment, her voice turns heavier, heavy with burdens and memories and she tells him what she once told Arthur, so many years ago. ]

And damn the consequences.

[He sits a long time with those words, and hands balled in his cloak, and mouth drawn in a thin line. His gaze shifts a little to her, and he with it, sitting up straighter as she does, and after looking to the sky as she had, but in his mimicry he doesn't suddenly uncover that secret he thinks she has. The secret that had given her the ability to stand straight in the face of Uther decrying her and Merlin and Arthur traitors for protecting him, and the secret that he believes carried her away to his camp despite fearsome dark woods and hatred from her guardian.

What he finds instead is an unsettling emptiness in himself where that strength should go, and in it's place the voice of his father yelling 'run' as knights gather around and a heavy gate closes.

After a moment he looks down in silent shame and sets a hand at the grass to pick uncertainly at it's roots.

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

What is on your mind?

[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.]

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.

[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.]

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

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

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