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tamingthemuseTitle: Friends
Fandom: Original (based on the Arthurian Legends)
Prompt: #298 - Covet
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: He had always wished he could be part of a group, have some friends that he didn't have to fear or to manipulate.
Mordred closed his eyes and focused on the easy chatter of his classmates. He had always wished he could be part of a group, have some friends that he didn't have to fear or to manipulate. He was afraid he was not ready though. He had never known true friendship. The chatter kept on, laughs joining the words. Mordred opened his eyes and turned his head to look at them. He knew them all, they had all been in this cookery course for the last three months. He knew what made their strengths, their weaknesses, and for most of them he knew what made them tick. He had been unable not to notice those things. The attention to details had been burnt in his bone since his mother had first smiled at him. He wish he didn't remember how to notice. Things would be much simpler if he could stop thinking of people he didn't know in term of assets or enemies. He was afraid it would show if he tried to approach them, so he had remained solitary, always in his corner lost in thoughts or studying. Mordred looked at his watch. The break would be over in a minute. He quickly finished his cigarette and headed back to the classroom. As he passed the group he had heard laughter. He walked a bit faster.
---#---
Mordred was sitting at the terrace of a restaurant near the sea. He had taken the week-end off, deciding he wanted to try out the concept of holiday. He was sipping an apple juice, watching the waves coming and going. The summer was just starting and there wasn't many people on the beach. It was mostly local people and their children. Mordred was envious of their innocence. He wished he could be with one of those family. Maybe an uncle, enjoying a day out with his niece or nephew. He wondered how it would feel to have a family, a real one forged on love, trust, and sincerity.
"Hey Mordred!"
Mordred turned around to see Gladys. She had been in his class before the summer break.
"Hello." He tried to smile but it felt awkward, an uneasy gesture for his lips.
"Mind if I sit with you?"
"No." His voice was neutral.
Gladys sat down in the chair next to him and took a cigarette out. "Want one?" he politely declined the offer, sipping at his drink instead.
Gladys closed her eyes and laid her head back. "I missed the sun."
Mordred remained silent, trying not to think how he had thought of her in their classes, but all the analytical thoughts were coming back to him no matter how hard he tried to stop them.
"So what are you doing here?"
Mordred almost jumped at the sound of her voice. "I'm on vacation."
"Good place you picked for a break." He nodded. "You know I grew up around here. I used to eat in this restaurant all the time with my family when I was little."
"That must have been nice." He felt uneasy as the words came out. It seemed wrong to say.
"Yeah it was..." Her voice trailed off as her eyes drifted from the present, remembering times long gone. "Anyway, I gather you're here on your own." It wasn't even a question. "Would you like to have a special guided tour of the place this evening. I'm only on the lunch shift today. I actually finish in a couple of hours."
"Gladys... I..." He wasn't sure what to say. They have barely. Aiken more than ten five words to each other during their lessons. It didn't make any sense that she would invite him out.
She smiled at him. "I just think it'll be nice to have a walk. There aren't many familiar faces around here anymore."
Mordred scrutinised her for long seconds. She was sincere, he could tell that much. It didn't help make sense of her invitation though. Surely she wouldn't have trouble making new friends here. She had always been a popular girl among their classmates. He suddenly realised what he was doing, trying to judge if a walk with her would be useful to him or a waste of his time and what she was looking to gain from him.
"Ok." The world blurted out of his mouth. He had forced it out to stop his trail of thoughts. An invitation didn't have to mean anything suspicious.
"Cool. Meet me here in two hours."
"Ok." He replied softly, the word stuck in his throat as if all of his being wanting to stop him from doing something that wouldn't bring him any gain.
She smiled at him, dipped her cigarette into the ashtray and started to walk back to the kitchen. As she disappeared into the building, Mordred thought that maybe he was making a friend. Maybe that's what it was all about, accepting invitation that didn't mean anything other than being together and killing time one way or another.
He took another sip at his drink, focusing his attention back to the beach. Maybe she would take him for a walk on the beach. That would be nice, he thought, it would be like fitting in the crowd.
Fandom: Original (based on the Arthurian Legends)
Prompt: #298 - Covet
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: He had always wished he could be part of a group, have some friends that he didn't have to fear or to manipulate.
Mordred closed his eyes and focused on the easy chatter of his classmates. He had always wished he could be part of a group, have some friends that he didn't have to fear or to manipulate. He was afraid he was not ready though. He had never known true friendship. The chatter kept on, laughs joining the words. Mordred opened his eyes and turned his head to look at them. He knew them all, they had all been in this cookery course for the last three months. He knew what made their strengths, their weaknesses, and for most of them he knew what made them tick. He had been unable not to notice those things. The attention to details had been burnt in his bone since his mother had first smiled at him. He wish he didn't remember how to notice. Things would be much simpler if he could stop thinking of people he didn't know in term of assets or enemies. He was afraid it would show if he tried to approach them, so he had remained solitary, always in his corner lost in thoughts or studying. Mordred looked at his watch. The break would be over in a minute. He quickly finished his cigarette and headed back to the classroom. As he passed the group he had heard laughter. He walked a bit faster.
---#---
Mordred was sitting at the terrace of a restaurant near the sea. He had taken the week-end off, deciding he wanted to try out the concept of holiday. He was sipping an apple juice, watching the waves coming and going. The summer was just starting and there wasn't many people on the beach. It was mostly local people and their children. Mordred was envious of their innocence. He wished he could be with one of those family. Maybe an uncle, enjoying a day out with his niece or nephew. He wondered how it would feel to have a family, a real one forged on love, trust, and sincerity.
"Hey Mordred!"
Mordred turned around to see Gladys. She had been in his class before the summer break.
"Hello." He tried to smile but it felt awkward, an uneasy gesture for his lips.
"Mind if I sit with you?"
"No." His voice was neutral.
Gladys sat down in the chair next to him and took a cigarette out. "Want one?" he politely declined the offer, sipping at his drink instead.
Gladys closed her eyes and laid her head back. "I missed the sun."
Mordred remained silent, trying not to think how he had thought of her in their classes, but all the analytical thoughts were coming back to him no matter how hard he tried to stop them.
"So what are you doing here?"
Mordred almost jumped at the sound of her voice. "I'm on vacation."
"Good place you picked for a break." He nodded. "You know I grew up around here. I used to eat in this restaurant all the time with my family when I was little."
"That must have been nice." He felt uneasy as the words came out. It seemed wrong to say.
"Yeah it was..." Her voice trailed off as her eyes drifted from the present, remembering times long gone. "Anyway, I gather you're here on your own." It wasn't even a question. "Would you like to have a special guided tour of the place this evening. I'm only on the lunch shift today. I actually finish in a couple of hours."
"Gladys... I..." He wasn't sure what to say. They have barely. Aiken more than ten five words to each other during their lessons. It didn't make any sense that she would invite him out.
She smiled at him. "I just think it'll be nice to have a walk. There aren't many familiar faces around here anymore."
Mordred scrutinised her for long seconds. She was sincere, he could tell that much. It didn't help make sense of her invitation though. Surely she wouldn't have trouble making new friends here. She had always been a popular girl among their classmates. He suddenly realised what he was doing, trying to judge if a walk with her would be useful to him or a waste of his time and what she was looking to gain from him.
"Ok." The world blurted out of his mouth. He had forced it out to stop his trail of thoughts. An invitation didn't have to mean anything suspicious.
"Cool. Meet me here in two hours."
"Ok." He replied softly, the word stuck in his throat as if all of his being wanting to stop him from doing something that wouldn't bring him any gain.
She smiled at him, dipped her cigarette into the ashtray and started to walk back to the kitchen. As she disappeared into the building, Mordred thought that maybe he was making a friend. Maybe that's what it was all about, accepting invitation that didn't mean anything other than being together and killing time one way or another.
He took another sip at his drink, focusing his attention back to the beach. Maybe she would take him for a walk on the beach. That would be nice, he thought, it would be like fitting in the crowd.
