On other Arthurian characters

[gwenhwyfar]

So not only do I have a son from another dimension, but I look to find that's not the Lancelot I know?

I miss the days where all I had to worry about were those decaying creatures and the city of Bell Pointe in an uproar over it. I think I almost want to trade it for Irene scolding me. Or Vergil coming out there to alleviate his anger.

But you left me here with these two things and expect me to be grateful for my hunger being sustained for now?

Let us not forget that the future king is nothing more than a mere boy and he doesn't know a lick of these things.

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[macbastaird]

Bell Pointe? Irene, Vergil? What great interesting tales you're filled with, Gwenhwyfar. Far more interesting than the stories that will pour from my lips in the many moons to come.

But dearest father has never known much- now what troubles are you blabbering about?

Blabbering- I learned that from a woman named Magdalena in my travels. You would like her, you would.

[gwenhwyfar]

Then take one of my half-sisters to her.

This boy claims parentage from us and his name is not yours. He's fair like me, and he could be one of the fair folk. And Lancelot-

[macbastaird]

Only one? Can I not take you and them? Run away with me, won't you, dearest Gwen?

And Lancelot? Do go back to this boy and his name that is not mine. And then return to Lancelot. You've got me all curious.

[gwenhwyfar]

I can't run away with you. I'm sure one of them would be interested, I don't care.

He isn't the Lancelot I know. And... my heart...

[macbastaird]

I would be so happy if you or the Gwen I know would... look, you've gotten me off topic.

Is your heart going to shatter? To rip its way out of your chest- cruel tongue be still. I mean to say, I worry.

[gwenhwyfar]

Do not take solace in a broken heart, Mordred.

[macbastaird]

I am not so cruel.

[gwenhwyfar]

I love him. I want to be with him.

I just couldn't see anymore.

[macbastaird]

[The terrible words that threaten to spill past his lips in a violent-mock rage are bitten back for once. Love is so...

False.

Yes, false to him at this point. He shrugs faintly.]

We are terribly blind.

[gwenhwyfar]

I am not blind.

[macbastaird]

You are blind as a shadow, dearest Gwen. Or as blind as an owl-no, a fox! No, that is wrong.

Blind as a human.

[gwenhwyfar]

You're treading on thin ice, Mordred.

[macbastaird]

Am I? Don't mind me, I've let my tongue slip.

I've let a lot slip. Oh, Gwen, do forgive me?

[gwenhwyfar]

Recant it and I will.

[macbastaird]

Recant it? Recant what? I said nothing- nothing, nothing at all. Ha. Don't be silly, Gwen.

[gwenhwyfar]

You said I was blind as a human.

[macbastaird]

Oh! Yes, that. I had no idea you heard those words, but you know me so well, knew I'd say that.

But you are, you know. You're blind like everyone else.

[gwenhwyfar]

Speak straightly, Mordred, you're trying my patience.

[macbastaird]

Are you not in the mood for my ways? [He sighs, shrugging faintly and looking away.] You and the dog must be against me...

No matter, I still love you, Gwen. No matter how carelessly you love that knight. I love you as sister, you know. So weep not over Lancelot, less I find you in a boat floating down a river. Dear Lady of Shallot.

[gwenhwyfar]

Then I won't become a queen, simple as that.

[macbastaird]

You must, you must! No other will do. You are the queen of the lands between Sky and Otherworld- let all envy you, dearest Gwen.

[gwenhwyfar]

Why on earth would anyone envy me?

[macbastaird]

For many reasons beyond the physical. You're smart, and obviously some gods favor you or your life would have ended already.

Except for my mother, she doesn't envy you. She's a bitter woman.

[gwenhwyfar]

[She cringes at the thought. She may question Danu time to time and obviously there was a reason why they sparred her: she's the future queen. Everyone emphasizes this.]

Unfortunate. Because I love Morrigu as if she were one of my own.

[macbastaird]

She's beautiful as a doll, but broken as a mirror. And I am her mirror in the King's great court. Or some nonsense the hound has told me again and again. But she does not like the you of my world.

Funny... I hate those words. Because Gwen isn't Gwen, am I not like the Mordred of your place? No, I am too much like myself.

[gwenhwyfar]

Perhaps she needs to assert herself. Perhaps she needs to know she is not defined by a king. I won't be define by a king or my mother's land.

And I have yet to meet you, Mordred. I am still in Eire, doing the deeds that Danu asked me.

[macbastaird]

You don't know my mother, Gwen, and you never will. You hardly know me. No matter, this shouldn't have come to that point.

You have other matters entirely to discuss.

[gwenhwyfar]

Such as...?