It has never been clear to Mordred why his sister does the things she does; least of all why she can dismiss him and all his sex as useless one day, and insist the next that he look for something for her, yes, him, no, she can't go herself, she's busy, stupid ( Read more... )

For all his complaining of the cold, it seems to make Mordred surprisingly cheerful. He moves easily, swinging up the steps of the Mansion porch and kicking the snow off his boots. The cold has stung color to his cheeks for a change; and he's got a packet in one hand, of one of Ragnelle's herb teas, for the kitchen.

It's Agravain's birthday. Everyone give him fluffy pink cupcakes and things.

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Mordred is surprisingly fond of the heat, for a boy from halfway to the Arctic, but today is a bit much even for him. He's sprawled flat on the grass, under a tree a little ways off from the Mansion. His shirt is discarded nearby, and the scars show pale on his flushed skin; not as many as they should be by rights ( Read more... )

So Mordred climbs the stairs for the second or third time that day. He's tired, he's hot, he's emotionally disoriented, and he needs to explain some things to his elder son.

This is not his day.

Mordred has made his way up to the Mansion again for his usual errands, stopping by the kitchen to drop off baskets as a favor to Percy, and passing on through the main room toward the stairs. He's looking a little sleepless again.

It's a nice day, as usual, and Mordred is in the Orkney garden; an altogether more modest affair than Percy's, but still requiring a good deal of work. He's switched back to the T-shirts, and his black hair is ruffled and damp. On the other hand, he looks more relaxed than he has for the past few weeks.

Unlike Gawain or Sagramore, he doesn't habitually carry the sword anymore. When he does, it alters him subtly; not only his physical balance but his whole self. With it in hand, he looks graver, wholly adult and not a little archaic ( Read more... )

Mordred came looking for Owain, who was last heard from visiting his mother in her isolated castle; but Owain had gone by the time he arrived, and turning back that day was neither practical nor polite. So he has, grudgingly, accepted Morgan's hospitality, which doesn't mean he plans to sleep tonight ( Read more... )