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tamingthemuseTitle: Bleak
Fandom: Original (based on the Arthurian legends)
Prompt: Prompt 377 - Bleak
Warnings: N/A.
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 liked this semi darkness, the light at his back and the dark in front of him. He was sitting in-between, as he had always done in his life.
Mordred was sitting on the edge of the promenade, his leg dangling into the emptiness under. His feet couldn't reach the sand but he could feel the rock against his bare skin. He liked how smooth they were. The sea had worked years to erase their sharpness.
It had taken years for his own sharpness to disappear.
His gaze was lost in front of him. He could hear the constant rolling noise of the sea, its wave incessantly going backwards and forwards. He could smell the mix of salt and algae in the air. He could feel his lips roughen by the salt the wind brought to him, making his mouth all salty. But he couldn't see the sea, not properly. It was dark outside and the street lights didn't spread as far as the sea. They could barely reach the edge of the promenade.
Lights had always had trouble reaching him.
He liked this semi darkness, the light at his back and the dark in front of him. He was sitting in-between, as he had always done in his life. He knew the choice should be easy, he should lean towards the light and forget the darkness. It had never brought anything good to him, and the sights were boring. They were always grey, bleak and desolate. While the light brought blinding colours and warmth.
"You're not walking."
Mordred didn't turn to greet the new comer. He had left Galahad half an hour earlier in a café, telling him he would be back after a short walk.
"No I'm not," replied Mordred stating the obvious.
He heard Galahad take a step forward.
"Don't!" Mordred started, his voice too high. Galahad couldn't be allowed to step into the darkness. It was not his world. He had never belonged in it and should never be granted access to the demons that lurked there.
"Ok. Will you come back then? The café is closed now and I'm starting to get cold."
Mordred turned his head at him and smiled. "I told you, you needed to bring that jumper with you."
"I know, I know."
Mordred got to his feet. He put back his shoes and slowly extirpated himself from the dark to step into the light. It was blinding to be under a lamp post and he had to close his eyes for a few second. When he adjusted himself, he took Galahad into his arms.
"There you'll be warm again soon," he whispered into his ear.
It felt good to feel the body of Galahad against him, both of them basking in the light. It felt right. He could leave the darkness behind. Galahad would save him, he would show him how to leave under the blinding light. He would help make sense of the colours.
Mordred kissed Galahad's neck as he slid his hand in his lover's hand.
"Let's get home and be warm."
Galahad only nodded as a moan escaped his mouth.
They both ran to their apartment, hand in hand, jumping from lamp post to lamp post, escaping the darkness of the sea, escaping the darkness of his soul.
Fandom: Original (based on the Arthurian legends)
Prompt: Prompt 377 - Bleak
Warnings: N/A.
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 liked this semi darkness, the light at his back and the dark in front of him. He was sitting in-between, as he had always done in his life.
Mordred was sitting on the edge of the promenade, his leg dangling into the emptiness under. His feet couldn't reach the sand but he could feel the rock against his bare skin. He liked how smooth they were. The sea had worked years to erase their sharpness.
It had taken years for his own sharpness to disappear.
His gaze was lost in front of him. He could hear the constant rolling noise of the sea, its wave incessantly going backwards and forwards. He could smell the mix of salt and algae in the air. He could feel his lips roughen by the salt the wind brought to him, making his mouth all salty. But he couldn't see the sea, not properly. It was dark outside and the street lights didn't spread as far as the sea. They could barely reach the edge of the promenade.
Lights had always had trouble reaching him.
He liked this semi darkness, the light at his back and the dark in front of him. He was sitting in-between, as he had always done in his life. He knew the choice should be easy, he should lean towards the light and forget the darkness. It had never brought anything good to him, and the sights were boring. They were always grey, bleak and desolate. While the light brought blinding colours and warmth.
"You're not walking."
Mordred didn't turn to greet the new comer. He had left Galahad half an hour earlier in a café, telling him he would be back after a short walk.
"No I'm not," replied Mordred stating the obvious.
He heard Galahad take a step forward.
"Don't!" Mordred started, his voice too high. Galahad couldn't be allowed to step into the darkness. It was not his world. He had never belonged in it and should never be granted access to the demons that lurked there.
"Ok. Will you come back then? The café is closed now and I'm starting to get cold."
Mordred turned his head at him and smiled. "I told you, you needed to bring that jumper with you."
"I know, I know."
Mordred got to his feet. He put back his shoes and slowly extirpated himself from the dark to step into the light. It was blinding to be under a lamp post and he had to close his eyes for a few second. When he adjusted himself, he took Galahad into his arms.
"There you'll be warm again soon," he whispered into his ear.
It felt good to feel the body of Galahad against him, both of them basking in the light. It felt right. He could leave the darkness behind. Galahad would save him, he would show him how to leave under the blinding light. He would help make sense of the colours.
Mordred kissed Galahad's neck as he slid his hand in his lover's hand.
"Let's get home and be warm."
Galahad only nodded as a moan escaped his mouth.
They both ran to their apartment, hand in hand, jumping from lamp post to lamp post, escaping the darkness of the sea, escaping the darkness of his soul.
