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tamingthemuseTitle: Baking
Fandom: Original (based on the Arthurian Legends)
Prompt: Prompt 350 - Sarcasm
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: The young man was surrounding by pots and trays filled with different pastry of all kind.
Kay slammed the door of the apartment shut.
"Could you please stop doing that," came a yell from the kitchen.
Kay almost jump in surprise at the sound before grunting loudly. He hadn't expected Mordred to be at home yet. He was still supposed to be at work, leaving Kay a few well deserved hours on his own.
"What are you doing here," asked Kay as he entered the kitchen.
The young man was surrounding by pots and trays filled with different pastry of all kind. Sweat was dripping down his forehead as he was beating the hell out of some brownish pastry - Kay hoped it was chocolate - in front of a hot oven. The room was filled with a sweet aroma of sugar, vanilla, and dried fruit.
"I live here," replied Mordred sarcastically.
"I know that," grumbled Kay. "I mean what are you doing here at this hour of the day." Before Mordred could reply, Kay asked another question. "And what's all this baking about?" He pointed to every available surface of the kitchen that now contained some kind of pastry - cooked or not.
He was about to peak an inquisitive finger into one of the pot when Mordred answered.
"I think I found Arthur."
Kay's finger froze in mid-air. A chill ran down his spine as he lifted his head, barely moving any other part of his body. He stared at Mordred, his eyes a mixture of hope, fear, and anger. Mordred remained silent, continuing to beat the pastry in an automatic gesture, his face completely blank.
Kay felt the anger building in him. This boy, this boy had found their king and he hadn't thought of mentioning it earlier. And his face... the more Kay was seeing this implacable face, the more he felt the anger rise in him until it was too much. He had to let it go. He slapped the boy's face.
Mordred jerked back at the hit, his cheek burning red where the hand of Kay had just landed.
"You found Arthur and you didn't think to call me." His voice was strangely calm. "You found my brother, your father and all you thought of doing was coming home early and bake." His voice broke and suddenly he was yelling, grabbing the nearest muffins he could find and throwing it in Mordred's face.
"You found our King and all you could do is this. This!" He threw another muffin at him.
Mordred didn't flinch but took each blow one after the other very stoically. As the second sweet dropped to the floor in a puddle of crumbles, he finally spoke. "He's dead."
Kay froze once more.
"He's dead," repeated Mordred as if to convince himself of the words. "He's..." his voice broke. "I... I didn't know what to do. I had to think. So I baked." He inhaled deeply, hoping to regain some control over himself.
"How," asked Kay in a whisper.
"I don't have the details yet. But I didn't kill him," sneered Mordred. He couldn't help himself from uttering the words. In spite of all the time they had spent together in this life Kay could still doubt him.
"I... I didn't mean..." stumbled Kay and for the first time in his life he was at a loss of words. He wanted to take Mordred in his arms and comfort him but he knew he had lost this right the moment he had doubted him. Instead he bent down and started to pick up the mess he had made of the muffins.
"Here... let's finish this," he said as he binned the sweet and started to take the pot Mordred was holding to keep beating its content. "Let's do this. We can deal with Arthur later, yeah?"
Mordred nodded. "Okay," he replied softly, a hint of a smile forming on his lips. "Let's do this. Together."
Fandom: Original (based on the Arthurian Legends)
Prompt: Prompt 350 - Sarcasm
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: The young man was surrounding by pots and trays filled with different pastry of all kind.
Kay slammed the door of the apartment shut.
"Could you please stop doing that," came a yell from the kitchen.
Kay almost jump in surprise at the sound before grunting loudly. He hadn't expected Mordred to be at home yet. He was still supposed to be at work, leaving Kay a few well deserved hours on his own.
"What are you doing here," asked Kay as he entered the kitchen.
The young man was surrounding by pots and trays filled with different pastry of all kind. Sweat was dripping down his forehead as he was beating the hell out of some brownish pastry - Kay hoped it was chocolate - in front of a hot oven. The room was filled with a sweet aroma of sugar, vanilla, and dried fruit.
"I live here," replied Mordred sarcastically.
"I know that," grumbled Kay. "I mean what are you doing here at this hour of the day." Before Mordred could reply, Kay asked another question. "And what's all this baking about?" He pointed to every available surface of the kitchen that now contained some kind of pastry - cooked or not.
He was about to peak an inquisitive finger into one of the pot when Mordred answered.
"I think I found Arthur."
Kay's finger froze in mid-air. A chill ran down his spine as he lifted his head, barely moving any other part of his body. He stared at Mordred, his eyes a mixture of hope, fear, and anger. Mordred remained silent, continuing to beat the pastry in an automatic gesture, his face completely blank.
Kay felt the anger building in him. This boy, this boy had found their king and he hadn't thought of mentioning it earlier. And his face... the more Kay was seeing this implacable face, the more he felt the anger rise in him until it was too much. He had to let it go. He slapped the boy's face.
Mordred jerked back at the hit, his cheek burning red where the hand of Kay had just landed.
"You found Arthur and you didn't think to call me." His voice was strangely calm. "You found my brother, your father and all you thought of doing was coming home early and bake." His voice broke and suddenly he was yelling, grabbing the nearest muffins he could find and throwing it in Mordred's face.
"You found our King and all you could do is this. This!" He threw another muffin at him.
Mordred didn't flinch but took each blow one after the other very stoically. As the second sweet dropped to the floor in a puddle of crumbles, he finally spoke. "He's dead."
Kay froze once more.
"He's dead," repeated Mordred as if to convince himself of the words. "He's..." his voice broke. "I... I didn't know what to do. I had to think. So I baked." He inhaled deeply, hoping to regain some control over himself.
"How," asked Kay in a whisper.
"I don't have the details yet. But I didn't kill him," sneered Mordred. He couldn't help himself from uttering the words. In spite of all the time they had spent together in this life Kay could still doubt him.
"I... I didn't mean..." stumbled Kay and for the first time in his life he was at a loss of words. He wanted to take Mordred in his arms and comfort him but he knew he had lost this right the moment he had doubted him. Instead he bent down and started to pick up the mess he had made of the muffins.
"Here... let's finish this," he said as he binned the sweet and started to take the pot Mordred was holding to keep beating its content. "Let's do this. We can deal with Arthur later, yeah?"
Mordred nodded. "Okay," he replied softly, a hint of a smile forming on his lips. "Let's do this. Together."
