[ It doesn't matter how unfamiliar the armour is, that the figure leads an army of bone instead of flesh: even in a dream, even only as a part of his whole, Mordred knows her father anywhere. If she were more than an observer, she would doubtless interfere, but today, she has no choice except to be a silent witness. To watch Gray weaken with each passing second, the air itself conspiring against her. To listen when she finds the strength to question the would-be arbiter of her fate. To grow rigid as the will of Arthur finally speaks aloud, wishing for Gray to live, yet offering her only death.
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: 2023-10-26 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? ]