Ah, I finally got around to posting this on Those of you who haven't seen it yet, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own them. Join with me in weeping over this collectively.
Rating: Ummm, M to be safe, but it's not that graphic or anything
Fandom: "Merlin" (Hallmark Entertainment)
Pairing: Mab/Mordred- because we all know how awesome this pairing is.
Daydreams
… cold fingertips trace his jaw…
…warm lips tilt up to meet his…
… hair twines around his fingers as he pulls the slight form closer towards him…
Mordred stares around the throne room of Tintagel, his eyes brushing across his surroundings, without really taking them in. His eyes glide across the figures of Morgan and Frik sitting at a table, playing cards with each other, Frik watching Morgan avidly, and pretending to be carefree and gallant, only to stutter slightly and shrink back at Mordred's decidedly unpleasant smirk, as his gaze passes him by. Mordred ignores the pair of them, and his eyes continue to sweep the room…
… purple silk and black velvet tear in his hands…
…cold flesh presses against his own…
…long dark hair brushes against his skin, then falls back across the cushions behind them…
... his lips graze against a delicate white throat…
His gaze encounters Mab next, sitting in a chair at the head of the long table, perfectly still, her eyes focused on the text of a huge ancient book that sits open in front of her. Mordred smiles, and allows his gaze to linger momentarily, appreciatively…
…cold blue eyes glaze over slightly, then close with a gasp…
… sharp nails dig into his shoulders leaving trails of blood, and his own hands leave bruises on pale, shimmering skin…
…slow, ragged breaths whisper against his face…
…a quiet, rasping voice murmurs his name… "Mordred…"
"Mordred?"
Mordred blinks in surprise, startled out of his thoughts. He smoothes his expression before turning back to face his Auntie. She smiles indulgently at him from her seat, her eyes now unblinkingly fixed on him instead of the book.
"You seem deep in thought, my dear. What were you thinking about?" Mordred smiles at her. He's never bothered to learn to lie.
"I was thinking about the future, Auntie."