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Prompt#269 - Beguiled - "So, are you still not convinced I've changed?" - amaranthine_7 - Original
Title: "So, are you still not convinced I've changed?"
Fandom: Original (based on the Arthurian Legends)
Prompt: #269 - Beguiled
Warnings: Reincarnation theme
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: The Arthurian Legends are in the public domain. I make no reference to any copyrighted work. So all is mine.
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: Set after Apple Juice. Kay spies on Mordred, still not quite believing he has changed.
A few days had passed since Kay had first spotted Mordred in the pub. It had taken him a full day to go to Mordred's address and spy on him. He hadn't wanted to use the paper the young man had given him but he had had to admit that it had saved him a lot of time and effort.
It had now been a week since Kay had first been to the Mordred's apartment and since then he had spent most of his time in his car, observing Mordred and his life. The young man was completely different from what he used to be and yet Kay still couldn't help but think it was all a great act of deception. Mordred was bound to know Kay was observing him and so was pretending to be normal, to be good. He was going in and out of his apartment at normal hours and even had a job in some kind of small restaurant. Kay could barely believe it - Mordred with an everyday job, actually following hours and orders. During the young man's working time Kay had taken the opportunity to break into his appartment and hadn't been able to find anything incriminating. There was no bottle of alcohol or any illegal substances. To his surprise he had found a lot of books about the arthurian legends, both fiction and non-fiction. He had thought this collection a bit weird considering Mordred knew much better than those authors about the arthurian time. He had lived in it, made history happen and created the legends, so why would he need those kinds of books with him? Kay had dismissed the thought on the moment and kept on looking everywhere for some proof that this was all a set up and that he, Kay, was right. Mordred couldn't be good and normal. He had been good in some of his past lives but he had never been normal. When he had been good, he had often drowned himself into some kind of passion and shut himself from life, but this time it wasn't the case. He seemed to be good and sociable and those never went together in his life times.
It was now evening and the sun was disappearing behind the tall lines of buildings and Kay was sitting comfortably in his car, eating some take-away for his dinner while waiting for Mordred to come back to his appartment. That day he worked the late shift and wouldn't be home for another hour but Kay was already waiting patiently. His car had become a sort of new home for the past week and he was now so used to it that he didn't mind the small space at all. He was about to bite into his cheeseburger when someone tapped on his window.
"Hi."
Even before turning his head he knew from the sound of the voice that it was Mordred. The young man lifted some bags up to the window and said.
"I thought after a week of take-aways you might like real food. I suppose you know I'm a cook."
Kay grunted for all answer. He really didn't like this new Mordred. Everything he said sounded nice and yet Kay knew it couldn't be real.
"Okay." He finally reluctantly agreed. The comfort and wamrth of a home seemed more attractive than his car and Mordred knew he was being observed, so it was useless to stay hidden from his sight.
A few minutes later they were in Mordred's appartement, the young man already slicing some carrots for dinner, while Kay observed him suspiciously. The knife was really sharp. A potential weapon, thought Kay.
"So, are you still not convinced I've changed?"
"After more than a millenium of being bad or asocial? No. I don't believe you've changed."
"Well, you're going to be disappointed then because I have changed."
"Why?"
"Because I want to put things right." His voice seemed to break a little at the end of the sentence but Kay didn't have the opportunity to look at him as his old enemy turned around before finishing the last word to put the carrots into a pan.
"And I need your help."
He turned around and stared at Kay.
"My help", asked the older man laughing.
"Yes, your help. I want to find Arthur."
"And why should I help you?"
"Because I told you, I want to put things right."
"You'll have to tell me more than that for me to believe you."
Mordred remained silent for a long time, busying himself with the meat he had just bought, before talking again.
"I can't tell you."
His voice was low, barely audible.
"Why?"
Mordred remained silent once more. He didn't want to talk about it. It was easier to keep it all to himself, all the wrongs he had done and all the right he wanted to do. He didn't want to voice his past fears and his present resolutions. Voicing them would stir too much in him and he knew too well than in spite of the appearances he gave, he was still too fragile to talk about the past. That was why he had so many books about the arthurian legends. It was easier to lose himself into fantasy and what could have been instead of thinking about what had been and what he had done. He knew full well he would have to talk about his past at some point, that he would have to be able to talk about it all seriously if he wanted to heal but right now he couldn't. He knew he shouldn't have asked for Kay's help because that meant hiding truthes from him but the words had slipped accidently from his mouth. They had blurted out of his throat and now he couldn't take them back. And in truth he did really needed Kay's help to find Arthur. Kay was a professional in the art of finding lost people while he was not and didn't even know where to start.
"Why?", repeated Kay, his voice a little more insistant.
"Because I want to change."
He stayed silent for a second, staring hard into the older man's eyes, wanting to convey all he meant by this simple sentence through his eyes. And before the older man could speak he added:
"Don't ask me questions now. I don't want to talk about the past yet. Just observe me all you want and let me prove to you I've changed. Then if you decide I'm not a liar and thief, you can decide to help me if you think it's worth it. Okay?"
The older man thought about this for a moment. It sounded fair. The young man was allowing him to observe him from close range. Kay wasn't sure this was not part of the young man plans to lure him into a trap but he also knew that it would be harder for Mordred to hide anything if the old seneschal could follow him everywhere and be part of his life.
"Okay." He finally answered.
Mordred smiled and Kay was surprised at the softeness of his face at this gesture. It was not something he used to know, but before he could look at it a bit longer Mordred had turned his back on him, focusing on the food once more.
Fandom: Original (based on the Arthurian Legends)
Prompt: #269 - Beguiled
Warnings: Reincarnation theme
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: The Arthurian Legends are in the public domain. I make no reference to any copyrighted work. So all is mine.
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: Set after Apple Juice. Kay spies on Mordred, still not quite believing he has changed.
A few days had passed since Kay had first spotted Mordred in the pub. It had taken him a full day to go to Mordred's address and spy on him. He hadn't wanted to use the paper the young man had given him but he had had to admit that it had saved him a lot of time and effort.
It had now been a week since Kay had first been to the Mordred's apartment and since then he had spent most of his time in his car, observing Mordred and his life. The young man was completely different from what he used to be and yet Kay still couldn't help but think it was all a great act of deception. Mordred was bound to know Kay was observing him and so was pretending to be normal, to be good. He was going in and out of his apartment at normal hours and even had a job in some kind of small restaurant. Kay could barely believe it - Mordred with an everyday job, actually following hours and orders. During the young man's working time Kay had taken the opportunity to break into his appartment and hadn't been able to find anything incriminating. There was no bottle of alcohol or any illegal substances. To his surprise he had found a lot of books about the arthurian legends, both fiction and non-fiction. He had thought this collection a bit weird considering Mordred knew much better than those authors about the arthurian time. He had lived in it, made history happen and created the legends, so why would he need those kinds of books with him? Kay had dismissed the thought on the moment and kept on looking everywhere for some proof that this was all a set up and that he, Kay, was right. Mordred couldn't be good and normal. He had been good in some of his past lives but he had never been normal. When he had been good, he had often drowned himself into some kind of passion and shut himself from life, but this time it wasn't the case. He seemed to be good and sociable and those never went together in his life times.
It was now evening and the sun was disappearing behind the tall lines of buildings and Kay was sitting comfortably in his car, eating some take-away for his dinner while waiting for Mordred to come back to his appartment. That day he worked the late shift and wouldn't be home for another hour but Kay was already waiting patiently. His car had become a sort of new home for the past week and he was now so used to it that he didn't mind the small space at all. He was about to bite into his cheeseburger when someone tapped on his window.
"Hi."
Even before turning his head he knew from the sound of the voice that it was Mordred. The young man lifted some bags up to the window and said.
"I thought after a week of take-aways you might like real food. I suppose you know I'm a cook."
Kay grunted for all answer. He really didn't like this new Mordred. Everything he said sounded nice and yet Kay knew it couldn't be real.
"Okay." He finally reluctantly agreed. The comfort and wamrth of a home seemed more attractive than his car and Mordred knew he was being observed, so it was useless to stay hidden from his sight.
A few minutes later they were in Mordred's appartement, the young man already slicing some carrots for dinner, while Kay observed him suspiciously. The knife was really sharp. A potential weapon, thought Kay.
"So, are you still not convinced I've changed?"
"After more than a millenium of being bad or asocial? No. I don't believe you've changed."
"Well, you're going to be disappointed then because I have changed."
"Why?"
"Because I want to put things right." His voice seemed to break a little at the end of the sentence but Kay didn't have the opportunity to look at him as his old enemy turned around before finishing the last word to put the carrots into a pan.
"And I need your help."
He turned around and stared at Kay.
"My help", asked the older man laughing.
"Yes, your help. I want to find Arthur."
"And why should I help you?"
"Because I told you, I want to put things right."
"You'll have to tell me more than that for me to believe you."
Mordred remained silent for a long time, busying himself with the meat he had just bought, before talking again.
"I can't tell you."
His voice was low, barely audible.
"Why?"
Mordred remained silent once more. He didn't want to talk about it. It was easier to keep it all to himself, all the wrongs he had done and all the right he wanted to do. He didn't want to voice his past fears and his present resolutions. Voicing them would stir too much in him and he knew too well than in spite of the appearances he gave, he was still too fragile to talk about the past. That was why he had so many books about the arthurian legends. It was easier to lose himself into fantasy and what could have been instead of thinking about what had been and what he had done. He knew full well he would have to talk about his past at some point, that he would have to be able to talk about it all seriously if he wanted to heal but right now he couldn't. He knew he shouldn't have asked for Kay's help because that meant hiding truthes from him but the words had slipped accidently from his mouth. They had blurted out of his throat and now he couldn't take them back. And in truth he did really needed Kay's help to find Arthur. Kay was a professional in the art of finding lost people while he was not and didn't even know where to start.
"Why?", repeated Kay, his voice a little more insistant.
"Because I want to change."
He stayed silent for a second, staring hard into the older man's eyes, wanting to convey all he meant by this simple sentence through his eyes. And before the older man could speak he added:
"Don't ask me questions now. I don't want to talk about the past yet. Just observe me all you want and let me prove to you I've changed. Then if you decide I'm not a liar and thief, you can decide to help me if you think it's worth it. Okay?"
The older man thought about this for a moment. It sounded fair. The young man was allowing him to observe him from close range. Kay wasn't sure this was not part of the young man plans to lure him into a trap but he also knew that it would be harder for Mordred to hide anything if the old seneschal could follow him everywhere and be part of his life.
"Okay." He finally answered.
Mordred smiled and Kay was surprised at the softeness of his face at this gesture. It was not something he used to know, but before he could look at it a bit longer Mordred had turned his back on him, focusing on the food once more.