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[maydaybrat]

Mordred is standing by the edge of the lake, skipping stones. He doesn't look any different from when he left, but he feels different.

More grounded. More connected to the world around him, instead of slipping into the spaces between tick and tock. Ah, the wonders of going home.

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[redhorserider]

Out of the darkness behind Mordred snakes an arm. Over his shoulder and into his shirt, nails caressing his chest.

"Beautiful, no?" The darkness asks in a familiar voice.

[maydaybrat]

He pauses mid-throw, and straightens.

"Very, milady."

[redhorserider]

Her nails drag across his chest, not hard enough to draw blood. Yet.

"You've been away." Her breath is hot on his neck.

[maydaybrat]

"Miss me?"