cadcamlan: ([grown] bat;)
[personal profile] cadcamlan
He isn't invincible, but he does seem to live rather close to the edge of it.

Taking Cywyllog as his wife hadn't been without a price, of course, although it's a price Mordred is more than willing to pay. It's more than just being allowed to have her stay close, after all, more than being given freedom to sit alone with her and to clasp her close against himself. The 'price' of swearing his allegiance to the King is, in its own right, a blessing--something to do, something to be, some way to use himself and the violent energy the boiled out of him so often. To fight for the King's standard is to not just earn his keep as a son-in-law; it's to make real use of himself in the world.

He isn't invincible, but that hasn't stopped Cadwallon from using him as such. His fate, after all, lies in the future with Arthur. Setting the young knight at the head of the charge doesn't always end with victory, but it tends to bring home the young man himself, if not also a conquered or defended territory.

It's a relief to be out of the court, to be in the fresh air. To taste blood in his mouth even when he rides home again to his wife on the heels of triumph. Perhaps his eyes glow unnaturally with the fight. Perhaps he never notices his own injuries--a rather ugly gash to his arm, this time--until he's being forced to resume being a husband instead of a soldier.

He isn't invincible, but he flashes his teeth with the smile of a man who can't die when he brings home news of victory on the battlefront, kneels to his King and seeks out Cywyllog.

Date: 2013-06-23 08:04 pm (UTC)
cywyllog: (unhappy)
From: [personal profile] cywyllog
Cywyllog doesn't give a damn about her husband's destiny; it infuriates her that her father uses it as an excuse to constantly put him into danger. What if destiny decides to change its mind?

Those are the kind of thoughts that go through her head as she paces in their quarters, waiting for Mordred to return.

Date: 2013-06-23 11:35 pm (UTC)
cywyllog: (studying you)
From: [personal profile] cywyllog
Finally.

She rushes to him, throwing her arms around his neck and barely giving him a chance to enter the room proper. "I missed you. You were gone so long. Are you all right?"

Date: 2013-06-23 11:57 pm (UTC)
cywyllog: (looking back)
From: [personal profile] cywyllog
Her arms wrap more tightly around him, a hand snaking up into his hair.

"Days. Weeks." Maybe. She might be exaggerating, but it feels like years when he's gone. "Have you eaten? Are you hurt?"

Date: 2013-06-24 12:39 am (UTC)
cywyllog: (headtilt)
From: [personal profile] cywyllog
No one else had better, else she'll have some strong words for them.

"Cuts deserve to be fussed over. 'Tis my duty as your wife." Which is still fun to say. "You need to eat. Shall I send for something to be brought up? Some stew and bread?"

Date: 2013-06-24 01:02 am (UTC)
cywyllog: (neutral stare)
From: [personal profile] cywyllog
"Of course. You only just returned. You need food and rest, not games of court. Come," she leads him to a chair and presses one of his shoulders gently to get him to sit. Then she crosses back to the door and sends out an order to have supper brought for him.

"Are you awfully tired?"

Date: 2013-06-26 10:25 pm (UTC)
cywyllog: (studying you)
From: [personal profile] cywyllog
"You'll eat and then you'll rest," she decides, studying him worryingly. If she has her way, she'll hover until he makes her leave him alone.

"Do you need anything else?"

Date: 2013-06-27 01:11 am (UTC)
cywyllog: (small smile)
From: [personal profile] cywyllog
He's earned himself a smile. "I am happy. I am always happy to see you home. I merely wish you didn't have to leave so often and on such dangerous orders."

Date: 2013-06-27 01:30 am (UTC)
cywyllog: (paying attention)
From: [personal profile] cywyllog
"Good." He can have her hand anytime he wants. The other will rest gently against his cheek. And then, it's as if she hasn't really seen him until now. "Mordred! Look at the state of you."

Date: 2013-06-27 01:49 am (UTC)
cywyllog: (unhappy)
From: [personal profile] cywyllog
"And your arm!" She's crestfallen again. "You are hurt."

Date: 2013-07-02 11:53 pm (UTC)
cywyllog: (serious)
From: [personal profile] cywyllog
She clings to him. She's supposed to be getting used to this, but every time he leaves it gets harder and harder for her to relax until he's back, safe and sound.

"I wish he would stop doing this to you."

Date: 2013-07-03 12:47 am (UTC)
cywyllog: (uncertainty)
From: [personal profile] cywyllog
"He's not using you as a knight should be. He's using your destiny for his own ends." She clasps her hands together at his back. "What if that changes things?"

Date: 2013-07-03 01:12 am (UTC)
cywyllog: (unhappy)
From: [personal profile] cywyllog
"I don't care." It may be horrible to say, but she can't help herself. "It isn't fair."

Date: 2013-07-03 01:29 am (UTC)
cywyllog: (looking back)
From: [personal profile] cywyllog
"One day you won't."

And there it is. Her worst fear spoken, even if she knew this was part of their agreement. She'll never like it.

Date: 2013-07-03 02:55 am (UTC)
cywyllog: (neutral stare)
From: [personal profile] cywyllog
"It had better be. Destiny can give us some years, at least." It would be beyond not fair if they didn't get time to actually be with each other, enjoy a few years as husband and wife.

Date: 2013-07-13 04:41 am (UTC)
cywyllog: (sad princess)
From: [personal profile] cywyllog
"If fate chooses not to be kind to you, then it chooses not to be kind to me, for ours are entwined now." She leans her head on his shoulder. "I may not be used for ill, but I will bear the consequences of it."

Date: 2013-07-14 03:49 am (UTC)
cywyllog: (studying you)
From: [personal profile] cywyllog
She's wondered the same thing many times. Her answer is given to her every time he comes back to her and she feels that rush of warmth and excitement just seeing him again.

"If I am allowed to be with you for even but a few years, it will have been worth it."

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