mharific: Young man's hand, holding a sword (arthurian - swords drawn)
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Title: Decency
Fandom: Arthurian
Pairing: Mordred/Agravain
Rating: PG
Words: 100
Disclaimer: Just borrowing from the collective.
Summary: Agravain needs his allies.
Notes: Vague sibcest. For [livejournal.com profile] get_laid25.


"Then you're with me," Agravain says.

He tries not to let it sound like a question. But his half-brother stands there, arms folded, showing neither outrage nor approval: slender, pretty as a woman, and just as incalculable.

"Yes," Mordred says finally, "I suppose so."

"Treason," Agravain insists, "adultery at least-- Aren't we above--"

But Mordred breaks his stillness of a sudden. His thin hands close like steel on Agravain's arms, backing him to the wall; his slim, hard body presses close. Agravain flushes.

"Are you?" Mordred says softly. "Don't get self-righteous."

He straightens, and walks away.

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Date: 2007-07-03 08:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] moth2fic.livejournal.com
Tantalising...

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Date: 2007-07-03 04:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mharific.livejournal.com
*g*

Oh, Mordred. Why do you have such raging subtext with all your relatives?

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