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FIC: Sang-Froid
Title: Sang-Froid
Author: Mhari
Fandom: Arthurian
Characters/Pairing: Kay/Mordred
Rating: PG-13
Words: 200
Disclaimer: The words are mine, the characters are everyone's.
Summary: Kay is not good at relationships.
Notes/Warnings: Double drabble for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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The boy is not, as Gawain is, a mirror of Arthur at that age. He strikes Kay familiar for other reasons: sharp-tongued, sullen by times, apt to take offense at nothing, and jealously loyal to his brother. His share of gibes he takes with sour humor, though, and for that it's hard not to like him.
And one overheated evening they catch each other in the half-dark, and the boy-- not quite a boy anymore-- refuses to be content with a bitter, stolen kiss. He holds tightly, his hard young body presses close; and afterward he rests his head against Kay's shoulder, like a lover, for a moment before he slips away.
After that-- they can't be called trysts, unspoken as they are. Kay is always busy, and the boy, he thinks, had damned well better be. But now and then they meet as if by chance in some deserted corner, and reach for each other without speaking, without thinking. It's enough, more than enough.
Till another boy turns up. A soft-handed boy, bursting with his own virtue and absolutely useless for anything but kitchen chores; a nuisance, swiftly dealt with.
But after that Mordred avoids him like the rest.
Author: Mhari
Fandom: Arthurian
Characters/Pairing: Kay/Mordred
Rating: PG-13
Words: 200
Disclaimer: The words are mine, the characters are everyone's.
Summary: Kay is not good at relationships.
Notes/Warnings: Double drabble for
get_laid25.The boy is not, as Gawain is, a mirror of Arthur at that age. He strikes Kay familiar for other reasons: sharp-tongued, sullen by times, apt to take offense at nothing, and jealously loyal to his brother. His share of gibes he takes with sour humor, though, and for that it's hard not to like him.
And one overheated evening they catch each other in the half-dark, and the boy-- not quite a boy anymore-- refuses to be content with a bitter, stolen kiss. He holds tightly, his hard young body presses close; and afterward he rests his head against Kay's shoulder, like a lover, for a moment before he slips away.
After that-- they can't be called trysts, unspoken as they are. Kay is always busy, and the boy, he thinks, had damned well better be. But now and then they meet as if by chance in some deserted corner, and reach for each other without speaking, without thinking. It's enough, more than enough.
Till another boy turns up. A soft-handed boy, bursting with his own virtue and absolutely useless for anything but kitchen chores; a nuisance, swiftly dealt with.
But after that Mordred avoids him like the rest.
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(You do not mess with the family bonds, Kay!)
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