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[nimueries]

𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐝 "𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞?" 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 

✉ MORDRED ( @kunneigr​​)

    ● ● ●                               ❝ Mordred. Stop this foolishness! ❞ The warning in her tone is clear as crystal, the line of her mouth firm and unyielding despite the sudden stuttering of her heart from staring up at his wickedly angelic face. This boy pinning her to the grassy floor knows that wretched beating organ far better than she likely ever will. He’s made it his home, after all. The priestess struggles against his grasp, testing the grip that he keeps on her slender wrists. Nimue isn’t afraid that he’ll harm her, only that he’ll force her to say what he’ll refuse to give back to her in return. It’s not exactly a well-kept secret...this love carried between them these many years. But it’s also not something that either of them can afford to verbalize. 

❝ I worship you. Isn’t that admission enough? ❞

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ARTHUR ( @kunneigr ) ♡ ‘d this post for a starter

      ● ● ●                         ❝ The love of a father truly is its own magic, is it not? ❞ If the question bites, that is because each word is its own sharpened little knife. Though Nimue’s smile as she watches Mordred and their baby together is genuine, so too is her disdain for the withering old king watching by her side. She is only glad that her own father has stayed behind in Camelot, uncaring whether or not this Galahad shares any similarities to the last. Which is all just as well to the daughter left alive and behind to mourn the loss of a saint. Neither Lancelot’s power nor his influence will ever brand a child of hers.

❝ You know, the moon passed in front of the sun when he was born? Aside from that darling little smile of his, it was all anyone could talk about for days after his birth. ❞ She pauses, something very akin to a grin tugging at the corners of her own delicate mouth. Morgaine had been livid. One look at Arthur told her that their minds on this matter, at least, were one in the same. ❝ Surely you haven’t become so out of touch with the Old Ways that you cannot feel the sacred blood coursing through your grandson’s veins? Even Merlin could not have orchestrated the creation of such a perfectly loved little prince. ❞ Another pause, just to let it all sink in. ❝ Everyone always places such weight on the power of sons, don’t they? ❞

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MORDRED ( @kunneigr ) ♡ ‘d this post for a starter

        ● ● ●                         She glances down at the dark head in her lap with such affection, fingers raking through auburn curls with a lazy delicateness that the enchantress reserves solely for her lord and husband. These stolen moments in Cornwall - despite the political motivations behind them - are likely the closest to Heaven that Nimue has ever been or will ever be. Her fingertips veer and change course, traversing the aristocratic line of a very fine, very Roman nose...chiseled like some statue of a Caesar. Mordred has always been magnificent to her, but now that she’s grown and seen more of the world, she is happy to report that he’s one of the few things that still hold any wonder to her at all.

❝ The Harvest Festivals begin tomorrow, ❞ she reminds needlessly, enjoying the faint friction of their combined magics frolicking about them and mingling with the salty sea air. ❝ I will bless the milk and you the fields, both the people and the Gods will be happy. ❞ She pauses, tapping the end of his nose as she fills her lungs with air. ❝ We will be happy for the bounty when our son is born. ❞