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𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐝 "𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞?" 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 

✉ MORDRED ( @kunneigr​​)

    ● ● ●                               ❝ Mordred. Stop this foolishness! ❞ The warning in her tone is clear as crystal, the line of her mouth firm and unyielding despite the sudden stuttering of her heart from staring up at his wickedly angelic face. This boy pinning her to the grassy floor knows that wretched beating organ far better than she likely ever will. He’s made it his home, after all. The priestess struggles against his grasp, testing the grip that he keeps on her slender wrists. Nimue isn’t afraid that he’ll harm her, only that he’ll force her to say what he’ll refuse to give back to her in return. It’s not exactly a well-kept secret...this love carried between them these many years. But it’s also not something that either of them can afford to verbalize. 

      ● ● ●                         ❝ The love of a father truly is its own magic, is it not? ❞ If the question bites, that is because each word is its own sharpened little knife. Though Nimue’s smile as she watches Mordred and their baby together is genuine, so too is her disdain for the withering old king watching by her side. She is only glad that her own father has stayed behind in Camelot, uncaring whether or not this Galahad shares any similarities to the last. Which is all just as well to the daughter left alive and behind to mourn the loss of a saint. Neither Lancelot’s power nor his influence will ever brand a child of hers.

        ● ● ●                         She glances down at the dark head in her lap with such affection, fingers raking through auburn curls with a lazy delicateness that the enchantress reserves solely for her lord and husband. These stolen moments in Cornwall - despite the political motivations behind them - are likely the closest to Heaven that Nimue has ever been or will ever be. Her fingertips veer and change course, traversing the aristocratic line of a very fine, very Roman nose...chiseled like some statue of a Caesar. Mordred has always been magnificent to her, but now that she’s grown and seen more of the world, she is happy to report that he’s one of the few things that still hold any wonder to her at all.