Arthurian Legend RP

Arthur sighed looking down. "I'm sorry for what troubles it has caused you"

Mordred opened his mouth to reply but instead of words he groaned, pain shooting through his chest, twisting his lungs and tightening around his heart.

Arthur stood. "Mordred?! Somebody fetch Merlin!" He yelled.

Through the commotion Mythian heard Mordred's name yelled. She got up and still in her long underwear she lifted Ruth and ran all the way to the dinning hall, "Is Mordred alright?!"

Vision swimming, Mordred bit back a scream as he clutched at his chest. A cutting wind swirled around him as if trying to protect him as the shadows flicked dangerously at anyone who came too close. "Myth?" he managed.

Mythian nodded "yes, it's me, a-and Ruth, what's wrong?!_ she exclaimed hurrying up to get to him.

The wind shrieked, pushing against her as the shadows tried to pull her away. "Don't...know," he gasped, eyes glazing over. "Hurts." He screamed again and it looked like his body rippled. And then he collapsed. The wind and shadows instantly fell still.

Mythian screamed. Merlin then arrived. "Help me get him to his room" merlin ordered and a servant helped Merlin carry Mordred up to Mythian and Mordred's room.

Mythian went down to the servants hall as fast as she could. "Eve!"

"My lady?" Eve called, startled by Mythian's appearance. "What on earth are you wearing?"

Mythian frowned "my under garmets, take my baby" she said putting Ruth into Eve's at,s then ran all the way up to her room and jumped onto the bed beside Mordred. "Mordred?!"

Mordred's skin was hot to the touch and every breath was shallow. Flares of power set off gusts of wind and scurrying shadows. From time to time a rare spark of fire would ignite near his hands. His magic was changing, growing, too fast, too hot.

Merlin was looking through his bag.

"what is happening to him?!" mythian demanded merlin did not answer. He pulled an ugly small black rope looking thing out of his back and wraped it aroud Mordred's wrist. "this will help, it will harness his power, but he wont be able to use his magic until I come up with something else.

Mordred screamed as the rope touched him, lashing out violently, before slowly calming. He groaned.

Merlin watched Mordred. "How do you feel? Better?"

Mythian was clutching Mordred's hand.

"It feels like you're sitting on my chest and Mythian's cutting off my circulation," he groaned, not opening his eyes. "What the hell was that?"

Mythian Instantly dropped down onto Mordred Kissing him, his neck and any other uncovered skin she could find.

Merlin shook his head "the feeling in your chest will go away in a bit, it was a burst of power growth, very rare"

Mordred stroked Mythian's hair gently, glancing at Merlin. "What causes it? I haven't done anything differently since I started training 9 months ago."

"Your baby is 9 months old about... Well I may be wrong... but, perhaps Ruth has magic, your magic could be sucking it off her, she's defenseless, and your still learning to control your magic, meaning Ruth could be a source of power..."

Mythian was now lifting Mordred's shirt and kissing up his stomach.

Mordred shifted beneath her touch, eyes fluttering before he managed to catch his breath. "Will Ruth be alright?" he asked, voice worried. "How do I keep from dragging magic from her?"

Merlin nodded "she'll be okay, but keep that bracelet on for now and she'll be fine, to keep it from taking her magic, imagine what your magic looks like, then hers, anytime you see your magic going to hers, pulls yours back away from it, and it'll learn on it's own to stay away"

Mythian then began pulling Mordred's pants down a bit.

Mordred moaned. "Myth..." He glanced at Merlin. "Can we talk later?"

Merlin nodded, he took his time gathering his things and left,

Mythian kissed up Mordred's body. "I'm sorry I gotso mad at you Mordred" she said as she kissed him.

Mordred kissed back, pulling her close and rolling so she was under him. "It's alright," he breathed, tracing his lips along her collarbone. "I lost my temper too."

Mythian began trying to strip herself. "I love you"

"I love you too," he murmured, helping her out of her clothes and kissing her deeply. (Timeskip?)

(Yup)

Mythian laid curled up beside him.

Mordred rested his head against her shoulder. "I love you," he breathed.

Mythian nodded "I love you too" she said running her fingers through his hair.

Mordred allowed his eyes to close and shifted closer. "Am I forgiven for earlier?"

Mythian nodded "am I?"

"Yes," he murmured.