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[last_adam]

*Adam's sitting on a bench in the corner of the bar, his legs drawn up to his chest. He's sipping from a mug of coffee, and reading a book. If you ask, he might tell you what it is. Maybe.*

Summary: Adam and Mordred talk. Adam gets upset, Mordred takes advantage, and Adam Is Bad. Ooops.

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[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

Golden eyes close, lips as well. He's too close, suddenly, and the look in his eyes is even worse.

Cause and effect, action and reaction - loss of control, take it back

"I can get to you. That's interesting."

[last_adam]

You're not getting to me.



You're not.

*And very, very slowly the heat starts to fade away, but if somebody were to look closely, they'd see the look of strain and effort on Adam's face.*

[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

As the heat fades, Mordred leans back, back against the wall and one leg drawn up between them.

He says nothing, just looks at him. Eyes of a hawk -cruel and savage and utterly neutral.

[last_adam]

See?

*his voice almost cracks*

Not upset at all.

[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

His lips curve into an affectionate smile.

"Liar."

[last_adam]

*Adam swallows deepy and tries his best to look blank as he wills the temperature in Mordred's hands and feet to return to normal.*

I'm fine.

*and if he sounds like a petulant child, it certainly wasn't intentional.*

[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

"'Fine' has many meanings, not all of them offical, boyo." He locks eyes with Adam and then reaches out to ghost a finger over the other boy's lips.

Eyes are still cold. That cold, and they could use you and fuck you and throw you away without a moment's thought, just to get back the impossible.

It's the getting back bit that's the scariest, the vindictiveness of human nature.

He won't go until Adam gets that, but he's a smart boy.

[last_adam]

Then I embody all of them. I'm fine, you're fine, we're all... fine. Okay?

*he narrows his eyes and glares at Mordred with a certainty that he doesn't feel*

Do you have a point?

[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

"Several, actually. Skilled in all, and yet, always seem to fail." He pulls back thinks that over a moment.

"Ah well."

And vanishes.