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tamingthemuseTitle: Dark in the middle of the day
Fandom: Arthurian legends
Prompt: Prompt 385 - Syzygy
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: It had been dark in the middle of the day. It had been the detail that started it all - a license to break rules.
It had been dark in the middle of the day.
It had been the detail that started it all - a license to break rules.
Mordred had been lying on the floor of his room, seeking to cool down against the stones. Summer was at his peak and the heat was unbearable at midday. Mordred had kept his eyes closed, hoping his slumber would lead him to a dreamless sleep from which he would only wake at dusk, but no rest would come to him. Occasionally he would open his eyes and glimpse at his window, trying to judge the hour by the position of the sun and the shadows dancing in his room. It was always too early and the sun was blazing with all his might. Mordred would close his eyes once more, but the brightness of the celestial body would still be able to pierce through his eyelids rendering total darkness impossible.
It had been the first change Mordred had noticed - his eyelids were no longer burning - then there had been a shiver running through his body. At first he had thought he had been dreaming. It was only when he opened his eyes and sat up that he had realised darkness was really falling over the world. He had walked to his window to see the glowing sun being slowly overshadowed by a dark disc - a dead sun, he had thought.
Mordred had walked out of the castle, eager to explore this new world. Outside, panic was running amok among the citizens of Camelot. People were screaming and cowering into corners. They were thinking the end was coming. Priests were walking the streets, claiming the apocalypse was on its way, reinforcing people's terrible fears. Mordred didn't believe any them. He would have had to believe in God for this.
He had been grateful for the priests that day, they were spreading the seeds that would help him on his quest to end Camelot. The dark was rising, Camelot was rotting away. And, he - Mordred - would be the one to expose the disease at the very heart of the court.
He was grabbing an apple from a deserted stall in the market when he had heard his soft honeyed voice. "It's not because it's unattended that you shouldn't pay for that apple Mordred."
"It's not because the world is turning black that I'm going to become innocent and pure Galahad."
Mordred turned to face the young man. His white skin was exacerbated in the darkness, the glint in his eyes shining more than ever.
"It's never too late to start doing good."
"It has always been too late for me."
"I don't believe you." Galahad had walked toward him and had gently kissed him on the lips. "It's never too late to forgive and be forgiven," he had added in a low whisper, his breath falling on Mordred's cheeks.
Modred had felt the other man's hands trail along his sides before they slid in his pockets. It was only when the gold coin had hit the wooden stall that Mordred had realised what the other man had been up to, but he hadn't protested, hadn't even tried to get his coin back.
"I'll miss you when I go." Galahad's hands had brushed against Mordred's and then he had been gone.
---*---
It was dark in the middle of the day.
Mordred raised his eyes to the sky, his protective glasses shielding his eyes from the light. He watched with hundreds of other people as the sun was overshadowed by the moon. People weren't scared of this even anymore. He wasn't trying to plot the end of paradise any longer. But he was still alone, still a pariah.
He slid his hand in his pocket and got an apple out. He bit hungrily in it as he closed his eyes to enjoy the taste of the fruit, the juice slipping away from his mouth.
Maybe one day this would change too. Maybe one day he wouldn't be alone.
Fandom: Arthurian legends
Prompt: Prompt 385 - Syzygy
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: It had been dark in the middle of the day. It had been the detail that started it all - a license to break rules.
It had been dark in the middle of the day.
It had been the detail that started it all - a license to break rules.
Mordred had been lying on the floor of his room, seeking to cool down against the stones. Summer was at his peak and the heat was unbearable at midday. Mordred had kept his eyes closed, hoping his slumber would lead him to a dreamless sleep from which he would only wake at dusk, but no rest would come to him. Occasionally he would open his eyes and glimpse at his window, trying to judge the hour by the position of the sun and the shadows dancing in his room. It was always too early and the sun was blazing with all his might. Mordred would close his eyes once more, but the brightness of the celestial body would still be able to pierce through his eyelids rendering total darkness impossible.
It had been the first change Mordred had noticed - his eyelids were no longer burning - then there had been a shiver running through his body. At first he had thought he had been dreaming. It was only when he opened his eyes and sat up that he had realised darkness was really falling over the world. He had walked to his window to see the glowing sun being slowly overshadowed by a dark disc - a dead sun, he had thought.
Mordred had walked out of the castle, eager to explore this new world. Outside, panic was running amok among the citizens of Camelot. People were screaming and cowering into corners. They were thinking the end was coming. Priests were walking the streets, claiming the apocalypse was on its way, reinforcing people's terrible fears. Mordred didn't believe any them. He would have had to believe in God for this.
He had been grateful for the priests that day, they were spreading the seeds that would help him on his quest to end Camelot. The dark was rising, Camelot was rotting away. And, he - Mordred - would be the one to expose the disease at the very heart of the court.
He was grabbing an apple from a deserted stall in the market when he had heard his soft honeyed voice. "It's not because it's unattended that you shouldn't pay for that apple Mordred."
"It's not because the world is turning black that I'm going to become innocent and pure Galahad."
Mordred turned to face the young man. His white skin was exacerbated in the darkness, the glint in his eyes shining more than ever.
"It's never too late to start doing good."
"It has always been too late for me."
"I don't believe you." Galahad had walked toward him and had gently kissed him on the lips. "It's never too late to forgive and be forgiven," he had added in a low whisper, his breath falling on Mordred's cheeks.
Modred had felt the other man's hands trail along his sides before they slid in his pockets. It was only when the gold coin had hit the wooden stall that Mordred had realised what the other man had been up to, but he hadn't protested, hadn't even tried to get his coin back.
"I'll miss you when I go." Galahad's hands had brushed against Mordred's and then he had been gone.
---*---
It was dark in the middle of the day.
Mordred raised his eyes to the sky, his protective glasses shielding his eyes from the light. He watched with hundreds of other people as the sun was overshadowed by the moon. People weren't scared of this even anymore. He wasn't trying to plot the end of paradise any longer. But he was still alone, still a pariah.
He slid his hand in his pocket and got an apple out. He bit hungrily in it as he closed his eyes to enjoy the taste of the fruit, the juice slipping away from his mouth.
Maybe one day this would change too. Maybe one day he wouldn't be alone.
