Arthurian Legend RP

Mordred snarled, eyes glowing red and he allowed his power to stir in the air. "I'm tired of that old excuse, Emrys. My father can see past who I was and see who I am and how I'm changing. If you're really as wise as they say, why are you still stuck in the past? I'm not some demon. But maybe for you I can make an exception."

Merlin crossed his arms "I would not suggest you fight with me, I am still stronger, and more trained, and you still need my help"

"Only for now," Mordred growled. "You should be glad I turned to you and not Morgous or Morgana." Slowly, his magic faded to less threatening levels. "Don't keep pushing me, Merlin. I'm not who I was, but that doesn't mean I'll hesitate in fighting you."

Merlin rolled his eyes. "Enough, try again"

Mordred huffed, but proceeded to picture his magic, this time without closing his eyes, and called it back to his side with a soft command. It responded like a loyal hound, immediately returning to his, though he could feel its hostility towards the bright light that was Merlin.

Merlin nodded "good"

Mordred nodded. He flicked a finger in Merlin's direction, sending a tendril snaking out to touch the brighter magic, restraining the aggression but wanting to try connection.

Merlin watched "what are you doing?"

"I'm curious," Mordred replied. "I only just brushed against Ruth's magic last night. I can't directly touch hers. I want to know what happens with direct, intentional contact."

Merlin sighed but allowed Mordred to continue

Slowly, shadow touched light and as it did, Mordred froze as the two magics suddenly fused and he felt his mind, his past open before his eyes and he knew Merlin could see it too. Every moment of loneliness, self loathing, frustration, and anger opened flashed before it. A young child, curled behind the stables with tears in his eyes after being beaten by his stepfather because of a rumor. The looks Agravain gave him making him feel worthless. Each time Merlin had assumed the worst. Every time Arthur made it clear he shouldn't exist.

Jerking his power back, Mordred felt breathless, as if he'd been screaming for hours.

Merlin studied every moment, his face was soft a first. He then shook his head, "go back to your wife, were done today"

Mordred bolted, sprinting from Merlin's cottage and past the gardens, moving only by instinct and muscle memory. Instead of his room, he found himself on the far wall he'd used as a refuge when he was a child. He swore, colorful and fierce, venting his shock and horror.

Mythian had refused to leave the room all morning, waiting for Mordred. She was playing with Ruth in her room instead.

It was late morning, nearly afternoon, when Mordred returned to the room, emotions firmly in check. "You're being difficult again," Mordred smirked, leaning against the doorway. "The servants don't know what to do with you."

Mythian smiled at Mordred. "Well it seems our the only one that can get me to do anything, how did lessons go?'

Mordred shrugged. "Well enough. I don't need the rope anymore and I should have enough control that being near Ruth and holding her shouldn't be a problem. Turns out I'm a fast learner."

Mythian grinned "good! Would you like to hold her now?"

"Sure," he grinned, moving to sit beside her and gently lifting Ruth into his arms. His blue eyes were soft as he kissed her forehead.

Ruth squealed and squirmed with the biggest grin she's ever had on her face. She was ecstatic to be with her father,

Mythian smiled at the two.

"I love you," Mordred murmured, playing with Ruth's hand. "I can't wait to watch you grow up."

Ruth hit Mordred's hand several tomes before grabbed it and leading it to her FAce.

Mordred smirked as he let her do as she pleased. "She'll be a fighter if this keeps up," he laughed.

Mythian laid her head on his shoulder "what makes you say that?

"She has so strength to her and she isn't afraid to use it," Mordred replied, turning his head to kiss Mythian's forehead.

Mythian smiled "just like her father"

"Hopefully she turns out a little better," Mordred laughed. "Less trouble in the future."

Mythian smirked "oh there will be trouble, she's the daughter of me and you"

Mordred groaned playfully. "Let me have some hope for the future. If she's like us, we're doomed."

Mythian smirked if you love me then you'll love her"/