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tamingthemuseTitle: Race
Fandom: Original (based on the Arthurian Legends)
Prompt: #295 - Disheveled
Warnings: None.
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: This time he wanted to prove to those Orkney boys that he was just as good as them.
"Wait!"
Mordred jumped on his horse, his movements rushed but swift. He ordered his mount to go forward at full gallop. Instantly he could feel the wind against his face, slapping his skin. He closed his eyes, the strength of the wind too strong for him. It was barely a minute earlier that he had been warm near the fireplace. He needed some time to adjust to the cold mist of early March. He opened his eyes. He could still see the feet of Gaheris' pony. He tried to smile but his muscles were too tense.
He tightened his grip on the laces and ordered the horse to go faster. He couldn't afford to loose sight of Gaheris. He knew if he did he would be lost. He knew he could find his way back but he would have to wait for the mist to lift. He wouldn't have minded much but this time he wanted to prove to those Orkney boys that he was just as good as them. It wasn't because he hadn't had a noble education up to this point that he was a worthless peasant. If Morgause thought him valuable then he was, and those red-haired boys needed to understand that.
He suddenly ducked his head, just in time to avoid a tree branch. He grumbled under his breath, knowing they had galloped near that tree on purpose. They knew the land by heart and the only reason for them to ride so close to the trees was to try and dismount him. They had failed though. He was more agile than they thought.
He couldn't see Gaheris' pony very well anymore, but he could still sense him. He closed his eyes, securing his hands on the laces and focused on the sounds. The wind was rushing past his ears, deafening him. It was the strongest sound around him but it was unified. It was easy to put aside its whoosh to focus on the rest. He could almost visualise the feet of the horses hitting the ground, sending earth and grass to fly behind them. He was still on the right track. He was about to open his eyes, trying to make his mount go faster still when he heard the neigh of a horse. One them had stopped. He focused harder. The sound of gallop was fading. He opened his eyes this time, giving his horse a few more second of speed before slowing him down.
The wind disappeared slowly, as if it had never existed. The world around him felt silent for a fraction of a second before he heard the distinct laugh of Aggravaine. He followed the sound.
"You thought you could lose me that easily."
Mordred straightened his back, wanting to appear in his full size, dominating them all on their feet.
"Mordred! What a surprise! We're you following us," asked Aggravaine, his voice mocking him.
Mordred dismounted. He was not going to take it this time. He was going to punch away that smile from his face but before he could get close enough, Gawain stepped in his way and ran a hand in his hair, gently putting them back in place.
"You're better than we thought on a horse. Maybe you could stay with us and share our snack." His voice was gentle but his gaze was hard, daring Mordred to pick a fight with the strongest of them all.
Mordred eyes shifted to Aggravaine. He already had his fists closed and a grin on his face, waiting for the opportunity to throw Mordred to the ground. Mordred jaws tensed. He shifted his focus back to Gawain. His figure was completely relaxed but his gaze was still as hard as stone, and suddenly Mordred wasn't sure who was the strongest of them.
"Okay," he finally replied. He took a step backwards and caressed his horse gently. "Good boy," he murmured gently to his ears. He turned back sharply and added, "and next time, don't try to lose me. You won't be able to." His eyes went to Aggravaine, staring hard at him, defying him to respond. Gawain's hand was on his arm. He remained silent.
"Come on, let's eat," resonated the voice of Gawain. His brothers followed him without a word and suddenly Mordred understood. He didn't need to prove himself to them. He needed to prove himself to Gawain. He was the strongest of them all. As he started to walk towards the Orkney boys he smiled. He could already feel a plan of attack form in his mind in order to seduce Gawain and win him over. Gawain might be the strongest but he was the smartest.
Fandom: Original (based on the Arthurian Legends)
Prompt: #295 - Disheveled
Warnings: None.
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: This time he wanted to prove to those Orkney boys that he was just as good as them.
"Wait!"
Mordred jumped on his horse, his movements rushed but swift. He ordered his mount to go forward at full gallop. Instantly he could feel the wind against his face, slapping his skin. He closed his eyes, the strength of the wind too strong for him. It was barely a minute earlier that he had been warm near the fireplace. He needed some time to adjust to the cold mist of early March. He opened his eyes. He could still see the feet of Gaheris' pony. He tried to smile but his muscles were too tense.
He tightened his grip on the laces and ordered the horse to go faster. He couldn't afford to loose sight of Gaheris. He knew if he did he would be lost. He knew he could find his way back but he would have to wait for the mist to lift. He wouldn't have minded much but this time he wanted to prove to those Orkney boys that he was just as good as them. It wasn't because he hadn't had a noble education up to this point that he was a worthless peasant. If Morgause thought him valuable then he was, and those red-haired boys needed to understand that.
He suddenly ducked his head, just in time to avoid a tree branch. He grumbled under his breath, knowing they had galloped near that tree on purpose. They knew the land by heart and the only reason for them to ride so close to the trees was to try and dismount him. They had failed though. He was more agile than they thought.
He couldn't see Gaheris' pony very well anymore, but he could still sense him. He closed his eyes, securing his hands on the laces and focused on the sounds. The wind was rushing past his ears, deafening him. It was the strongest sound around him but it was unified. It was easy to put aside its whoosh to focus on the rest. He could almost visualise the feet of the horses hitting the ground, sending earth and grass to fly behind them. He was still on the right track. He was about to open his eyes, trying to make his mount go faster still when he heard the neigh of a horse. One them had stopped. He focused harder. The sound of gallop was fading. He opened his eyes this time, giving his horse a few more second of speed before slowing him down.
The wind disappeared slowly, as if it had never existed. The world around him felt silent for a fraction of a second before he heard the distinct laugh of Aggravaine. He followed the sound.
"You thought you could lose me that easily."
Mordred straightened his back, wanting to appear in his full size, dominating them all on their feet.
"Mordred! What a surprise! We're you following us," asked Aggravaine, his voice mocking him.
Mordred dismounted. He was not going to take it this time. He was going to punch away that smile from his face but before he could get close enough, Gawain stepped in his way and ran a hand in his hair, gently putting them back in place.
"You're better than we thought on a horse. Maybe you could stay with us and share our snack." His voice was gentle but his gaze was hard, daring Mordred to pick a fight with the strongest of them all.
Mordred eyes shifted to Aggravaine. He already had his fists closed and a grin on his face, waiting for the opportunity to throw Mordred to the ground. Mordred jaws tensed. He shifted his focus back to Gawain. His figure was completely relaxed but his gaze was still as hard as stone, and suddenly Mordred wasn't sure who was the strongest of them.
"Okay," he finally replied. He took a step backwards and caressed his horse gently. "Good boy," he murmured gently to his ears. He turned back sharply and added, "and next time, don't try to lose me. You won't be able to." His eyes went to Aggravaine, staring hard at him, defying him to respond. Gawain's hand was on his arm. He remained silent.
"Come on, let's eat," resonated the voice of Gawain. His brothers followed him without a word and suddenly Mordred understood. He didn't need to prove himself to them. He needed to prove himself to Gawain. He was the strongest of them all. As he started to walk towards the Orkney boys he smiled. He could already feel a plan of attack form in his mind in order to seduce Gawain and win him over. Gawain might be the strongest but he was the smartest.
