[It takes Mordred a moment to sift through his memories and pair that voice to a face, but when he does, he can hardly believe it. Eyes sliding open, he turns to look across the deck.]
...Kara. [Surprised, he grasps at words for a moment, before the dawn of a bright smile spreads over his face. And what happens next closely mirrors a meeting that Kara might remember: Mordred moves to her, hesitates, and then wraps her tightly in his arms.]
How–... you're a warden as well?
[Kara being someone Mordred remembers as both having treating him kindly, and as having possessed a strong sense of justice, the alternative doesn't occur to him. He's glad, though. Still slightly bewildered, but happy.]
Kara's not as observant as Mordred though she has known him since both were children. His words only leave her baffled and not knowing what to make of it. Doesn't he know what happened to her after they attempted to escape Camelot and were locked up by Arthur? Why would he assume she's a warden when she's not?
Unless—
And it frightens her... Even so Kara will smile for this moment. With Mordred close to her, she's able to hear his voice, to touch him, to take in his scent.
The rest will come with time, perhaps... with innocent lies too. ]
[When they part, Mordred looks Kara over, still not quite able to believe her presence for what it is. It feels to him like it's been years since they've spoken, but how many? Five? Ten? He doesn't know.
Not that it matters. They were together again, and it's enough to send memories of the moments they spent together as children echoing warmly through him. One of the few bright points of his life as a child: Kara.]
I'd wondered if our paths would cross again, but I didn't know... [If she had been alive, if any of the people they'd known were still alive. There's so much to ask and say, but he doesn't know where to start. Something easy, then:]
[ Kara takes his hands in hers, lips gently pressing on his knuckles before looking at his blue eyes with such a bright, small smile. She can be herself when he's around, compared to the many times she had to show her strength and courage to others, to her enemies. ]
[The kiss to his hand is warm and soft, and it warms him in a way he hasn't known in years. Kara, his old friend. He turns his hands over in hers, holding them.]
Where were you before you came here? [He searches her face, eager for good news. He wants to know that she's safe, even if true safety for their kind is very rare.]
s;alcsc the sound i made when i received this in my inbox was really silly
...Kara. [Surprised, he grasps at words for a moment, before the dawn of a bright smile spreads over his face. And what happens next closely mirrors a meeting that Kara might remember: Mordred moves to her, hesitates, and then wraps her tightly in his arms.]
How–... you're a warden as well?
[Kara being someone Mordred remembers as both having treating him kindly, and as having possessed a strong sense of justice, the alternative doesn't occur to him. He's glad, though. Still slightly bewildered, but happy.]
d'awww x3~
Kara's not as observant as Mordred though she has known him since both were children. His words only leave her baffled and not knowing what to make of it. Doesn't he know what happened to her after they attempted to escape Camelot and were locked up by Arthur? Why would he assume she's a warden when she's not?
Unless—
And it frightens her... Even so Kara will smile for this moment. With Mordred close to her, she's able to hear his voice, to touch him, to take in his scent.
The rest will come with time, perhaps... with innocent lies too. ]
I— I am! [ A laugh as truer as possible. ]
<3 /is the edit queen, sorry >_>
Not that it matters. They were together again, and it's enough to send memories of the moments they spent together as children echoing warmly through him. One of the few bright points of his life as a child: Kara.]
I'd wondered if our paths would cross again, but I didn't know... [If she had been alive, if any of the people they'd known were still alive. There's so much to ask and say, but he doesn't know where to start. Something easy, then:]
It's good to see you.
( =3= )/~♥ /is the late queen xD;;;
For years I wondered if I'd ever see you again.
.... /sneaks this in here
Where were you before you came here? [He searches her face, eager for good news. He wants to know that she's safe, even if true safety for their kind is very rare.]
With the druids?