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Date: 2023-10-24 05:27 am (UTC)A sentiment that comes across maybe just the slightest in the way he thumps her back once more before quickly pulling his hand away to grab up the basket instead. ]
Mm. I'll drop the basket off when I'm done.
[ It's his way of saying thanks. (???) Also, it's probably only going to take him a few days at most to demolish all these pies. Disgusting. ]
Later, then.
[ And with that unceremonious farewell, he's off. At least Gray can rest easy knowing she'll be keeping him well-fed for a while. ]
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Date: 2023-10-24 05:55 am (UTC)Chicken noodle soup.
[ You know. For sick people. ]
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Date: 2023-10-24 07:05 am (UTC)Do you think that will be enough for him?
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Date: 2023-10-24 08:49 pm (UTC)[She'll leave it at that as she tears another piece of bread to soak in the stew broth. It's warm, rich, and salty. The potatoes and carrots are soft. The meat is tender. It's good enough that even miss "I have to watch my figure" Tohsaka gets up for a bowl of seconds.]
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Date: 2023-10-25 05:07 am (UTC)He did a lot to look after me when we first met. And actually, he lives in this house too.
[ Just. For Rin's information. ]
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Date: 2023-10-25 06:18 am (UTC)... He's a skinny guy, so I don't think he'll need too much.
[ Or does that mean they have to feed him more?? ]
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Date: 2023-10-25 08:39 pm (UTC)"A proposal, Guinevere." Gloved fingers reach out to cup a pale, trembling chin, and Mordred seems more amused than offended when Guinevere immediately jerks away from her touch. "Unlike Arthur, I am nothing if not merciful. Even a traitorous harlot has a place at my side. Become my queen, and be free of this persecution."
Refusing to be cowed by the obvious threat, Guinevere offers only a defiant glare in response.
"What is this nonsense you speak of?"
Mordred pauses, as if she might strike the other woman down for her impudence. Then, laughing, she removes her helmet.
"As much nonsense as your games of playing husband and wife."
Seeing her husband's face staring back at her, Guinevere's expression freezes halfway between fear and despair, hatred morphing into realization, then horror — all while Mordred openly gloats over her stunned reaction, arms cast wide as if waiting for applause from an invisible audience.
"That's right," she says, her contemptuous sneer making a mockery of the king's serene features. "My father broke your marriage long before you ever did. So, which will it be, Guinevere? Whatever shred of dignity you still possess," this punctuated by another laugh, "or your life? You have until sundown to decide."
With a final mocking bow, Mordred redons her helmet and takes her leave, closing the door behind her. Only then does Guinevere allow herself to sink slowly to the floor, quietly sobbing into her hands as Mordred leans against the wall and listens with satisfaction. ]
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Date: 2023-10-26 03:10 am (UTC)Alright. I can help you prepare it tomorrow.
[ And she guesses that's all there is to it?? She is feeling a little anxious already, but (she figures) this is Dokja's ship to sail. ]
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Date: 2023-10-26 07:09 am (UTC)Why do you persist?
The unnervingly even tone of a girl masked in armor resounds in Gray's head. Gray's body is weak, the mana in the air so thin as to be close to void. An army of skeleton soldiers surges forward. Gray's scythe sweeps the closest away with sluggish effort, as if she were swinging through molasses.
An arduous battle in a miserable place. As dark and gloomy as the underworld. The earth bulges down on them as if threatening to swallow them. Sounds of steel crack behind Gray, sounds of others engaged in other fights, but she only has eyes for the girl in armor ahead of her with the regal bearing of royalty.
"I have something to ask you," Gray gasps between desperate swings. "Are you really the mind of King Arthur?"
Yes, the voice allows. I am the will of the king that was. I am a husk, a remnant. I exist only to preserve this information.
Fear. Confusion. An impression of arrays and formulas flit through Gray, leaving her with the thought that the person in front of her is more divine spirit than human.
Time blurs. The battle grows more dire. Yet Gray persists in probing the Husk King.
"Have you always been here?"
Blank surprise from the expressionless figure. And then, a voice. A real voice from the armored girl's lips. "... I." The word is a rumble through the earth. "Ten years ago, I awakened in this place along with you." The voice falls lower. "Actually, I think it would be better for you to run. To escape to the ends of the earth."
The Husk King's voice is so low as to encircle the ground beneath Gray's feet.
"However, you returned. Against all reason, you returned. So there is only one course of action. I will contain you here."
A dark spear manifests in the masked king's hand, its thorns severe and alien. As the dark Rhongomyniad levels at Gray, she hastily raises her scythe.
The sound of a crack splits into her ears as the immense force of the spear consumes her. ]
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Date: 2023-10-26 06:56 pm (UTC)To wake up with phantom pain coursing through her body, the dream ending almost the same way her life did. Blindly, she stumbles outside whatever abandoned building she's holed up inside, and retches, half expecting to see blood stain the ground in front of her instead of just the former contents of her stomach.
Later that day, a visibly annoyed Mordred barges into Gray's house; loudly smacking her hand against the nearest wall to draw attention to her presence. (Hopefully Gray has given up on whatever expectation of privacy she still had, if she ever had any illusions of such to begin with.) Looking slightly disheveled, she glares at the other girl; her voice still hoarse from earlier. ]
Don't show me weird dreams, idiot mouse. [ Did she really come all this way just to complain? ]
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Date: 2023-10-27 05:58 am (UTC)But it's rare indeed that the memories feature someone she knows in the present, and in the few times it's happened before, the spirits have been in close proximity. Not so this time with Mordred; Gray can feel that the knight is far away with a clarity that's still new to her. The magical bond that connects them as Master and Servant is astounding. She would have liked something like it to keep track of her old mentor in London.
In any case, she's unable to go back to sleep so she starts her morning early. She wonders if she should discuss what she saw with Mordred or if that would only deepen the invasion of privacy... but in the end, Mordred herself forces the issue by forcing her way into Gray's house.
Gray looks up from where she's quietly sat in the living room, brushing out a fluffy gray cat. Even though there's no one else around, she is still vigilantly hooded. Gray stares at Mordred, processing what she's said. And then it clicks. Maybe Mordred saw a memory too...? ]
What did you see?
[ She doesn't get up, but there's plenty of room on the couch she's on and the adjacent one. Gray figures Mordred will sit if she wants to, regardless of an invitation or lack thereof. Gray should probably be more reactive about Mordred barging in, but it is something she expects more than ever now. ]
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Date: 2023-10-27 06:45 am (UTC)My father. Part of him, at least. [ As if he doesn't already haunt her waking moments enough. The cat bunts against her hand, and she focuses her full attention on it instead of Gray; rubbing the side of its cheek gently. ] "The will of the king that was". ... This isn't me praising you at all, but it's a little impressive that you stood up to him despite your disadvantage. But just a little. Medium impressive at most.
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Date: 2023-10-27 07:45 am (UTC)She looks over at Mordred, unconsciously staring as it dawns on her that Mordred saw not just a memory, but a memory of Gray's. It's a strange reversal; usually Gray is the only one impeding on other people's private memories. She isn't sure how she feels about it, but it's probably fair to say this is some measure of karma at play.
Her head tips as she tries to recall what exactly Mordred might have seen, and how embarrassing that memory will be in hindsight. Even though the mind of King Arthur was unforgettable, the haze of a year and half's distance puts a different perspective on things. ]
I inconvenienced a lot of people getting there... but if it impressed you, I suppose I can be proud.
[ Medium impressive at most is still pretty darn good. That said, ]
We lost that fight, though. It's a miracle we survived.
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Date: 2023-10-27 09:04 am (UTC)[ She protests loudly, but reins herself in when the cat startles, soothing it with chin scritches. ]
It's obvious you lost. You know as well as I do that nothing can stand against that lance. [ Not even her usual except me. Pausing, she gnaws on the inside of her cheek, wondering if Gray even knows why Mordred saw such a sight in the first place. ]
This is my first time forming a contract with someone, but apparently it's common for Masters and Servants to see each other's pasts in dreams. No doubt that applies double to ones with a connection as strong as ours. So don't be surprised if it happens to you as well.
[ Less confidently, said to the top of the cat's head rather than to Gray's face: ] What I mean is... I didn't do it on purpose. My past ain't exactly private, but that doesn't mean yours shouldn't be. [ ... ] I'm still gonna keep bugging you about it if I see something weird, though.
[ Thanks, Mordred. ]
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Date: 2023-10-27 07:05 pm (UTC)Thanks, Gray. I'll have to ask Eustace about it, too.
[ He says "Eustace" and then winces just a little bit because he heard that Eustace and Gray had a talk about... things...? And now he's reminded of that. ]
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Date: 2023-10-28 09:26 am (UTC)Gray looks at Mordred's lowered head as she realizes that the other girl is trying to apologize without actually apologizing. A masterful contortion, and actually a bit endearing, but Gray knows better than to say that aloud. ]
There's a high chance you'll keep seeing weird things. I don't mind if it's you seeing them, though. It might be better than trying to explain things in words.
[ As she firmly lacks verbal eloquence, and some things she experienced were simply too complicated for her to explain now in a satisfactory way. There's no doubt that Mordred will see things that were embarrassing for Gray, but those will be things for future Gray to worry about. ]
I saw a memory of yours too, by the way.
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Date: 2023-10-28 12:16 pm (UTC)[ Not that she was worried. Now attempting to shake hands with the cat, she frowns when it jumps to the floor to lick itself, and instead stretches her arms out towards the ceiling; pausing to look down when Gray speaks again. ]
Oh, yeah? What was it? [ She sounds curious, but unbothered. She's confident that she has no memories that would embarrass her or be awkward... despite having many, many that would be both. But Gray's the one person who can get away with asking about almost anything in her past. ]
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Date: 2023-10-28 03:09 pm (UTC)[Rin puts her bowl down and closes the distance between them. She leans over to look directly into Gray's face as she asks the question:]
You live in a house with two old men?
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Date: 2023-10-29 05:43 am (UTC)Gray pauses as she considers how to word things. ]
You were asking Guinevere to marry you.
[ To put things in the nicest possible terms. Mordred attempting to steal away King Arthur's wife was an event known in legend, but viewing it in real time felt considerably more dramatic. She has to pity Guinevere, whose position as the wife of another secret woman Gray truthfully never considered before Mordred's memory. As for Mordred... Gray frowns a little. ]
What would you have done if she'd said yes?
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Date: 2023-10-29 06:41 am (UTC)Um. Yes. Though I don't think they're that old.
[ she is so (half) wrong about that ]
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Date: 2023-10-29 12:41 pm (UTC)Are you an idiot? I would've married her, obviously. [ She flexes from side to side, making mild grunts of effort, as if this is a totally normal conversation about totally normal things. ] Imagine my father rushing home to see not just his kingdom, but his wife, in my hands. It would have driven him even further into hatred and despair.
But man, you should've seen the look on the bishop's face when I told him. Said he'd curse me with bell, book, and candle. Never knew an old guy could run that fast.
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Date: 2023-10-29 04:42 pm (UTC)[Does Gray have two dads or does Gray have two Daddies?]
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Date: 2023-10-30 05:00 am (UTC)Gray is at least familiar with people marrying purely for political or practical reasons, so she understands the logical point behind Mordred trying to take Guinevere for herself. It's the spiteful side of her logic that Gray can't connect with. Thinking of the Husk King, or even the apparition of Arthur she and Mordred saw that time in the fog, Gray can't imagine Arthur emoting such raw emotions as hatred or despair — even though his facesake Mordred has displayed plenty of hatred, and Gray has felt plenty of despair.
There's a lot Gray could say, but she diplomatically keeps it at: ]
I'm glad we aren't enemies.
[ Even though they technically are, according to the letter of the law. ]
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Date: 2023-10-30 05:59 am (UTC)[ She is so comfortable spending a lot of time with old gay dudes who are absolutely no threat to her, she has a hard time processing Rin's insinuation. ]
It's a bit hard to say. Mr. Eustace isn't quite my guardian, but he's always supported me. Mr. Dokja... I haven't known as long, but I suppose he's similar. I guess you could say we're like a family.
[ Though it seems a bit presumptuous to put things that way. ]
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Date: 2023-10-30 06:14 am (UTC)[ Her, or anyone else besides Arthur. Finally spotting the newcomer kitty, Mordred slides down onto the floor to meet it; arching her back in a very catlike pose to entreat it to come closer. It's almost impossible to think of more disingenuous scene, but such is the Mordred experience. ]
For a mouse, you sure do like cats.