Fandom OC, canon is the Starz TV-series Camelot

[moderatus]

Why? Why must it be this way?

You tell me that it is because "that's the way the story goes", but the story was never told. You don't know what would have happened and how, why must you choose nothing but cruel paths for all of us to walk upon?

Why would you make me an instrument of hate if you have the power to change things?

I don't care what the fates of those who share my name are, you could tell a different story.

But you won't, will you? No, you want me to follow the ghosts of those who came before me into whatever darkness you conceive to be my inescapable end.

Grant me this at least, then: That it makes my mother smile.

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I'm sorry I could not resist B(

[youwillgotohell]

What mother would smile at her son's end?

No need to resist :|

[moderatus]

One who smiles at victory, milady.

\o/

[youwillgotohell]

You have a cruel mother.

I'm really glad someone wanted to play with him <3

[moderatus]

You have no right to speak of her in such terms.

I love Mordreds in all shapes and sizes! <3

[youwillgotohell]

I know a thing about inescapable ends. No parent should wish that on their child.

This one is angst-shaped xD

[moderatus]

What she wishes for is an end to the reign of a king unrightfully on his throne.

All Mordreds are angst-shaped :C

[youwillgotohell]

There are undeserving kings everywhere you look, it seems.

And how do you serve this?

[strages]

[Would his death make her happy? Only if it brings Arthur's.

The answer... It is a surprise. She has thought herself cold-blooded, Mordred's very existence proved that point, but he was her son. Has she raised him only to be slaughtered?]

Quit wallowing in tragedies, Mordred. The story I am telling hardly ends with your death.

[The laughter of the dead rings in her ears. She is very aware of how little power she has when it comes to telling any stories, and further, she isn't capable of changing her ways.

Even if it would mean saving his life.]

[moderatus]

[ He laughs a little, at an age now when he can be aware of how almost naive his mother can be, in her own way. ]

It ends with you on the throne.

[ And with many sacrifices made to get her there. If he could be granted one wish it would be for it to make her happy, since she seems to be entirely beyond the point of being able to let go of this ambition. ]

[strages]

And you by my side.

[It is wishful thinking. At the worst, Mordred's origin would need to be revealed, and not a single advisor of the king would let him live after that.

Ultimately, she would sooner or later have to sacrifice him - as it was planned. She never thought the idea would nearly make her cry.]

[moderatus]

As what, mother? It might be ill adviced to parade your bastard around even if we do have one currently on the throne.

[ More so because she's a woman, and they live in a hypocritical world. ]

One day, you will have a true heir.

[ A real son or daughter. He will do his part to make it happen. He will bleed for his unborn brothers and sisters. ]

[strages]

A marriage is out of question.

[She feels almost childish, but she has not forgotten how ugly her bethrotal to Lot had ended, and she has little interest in sharing her title.

But he is right, and she knows it.]

I will deal with this once the time has come.

[moderatus]

You can adopt.

[ She could even adopt him, depending on how much of the truth they ended up revealing.

But again, that would require him surviving the game to win the throne, and as Arthur's power keeps growing that grows ever less likely. ]

[verserak]

It seems as if you are surrounded by a rather willful couple of women.

[moderatus]

They both know what they want from me, at least.

[verserak]

Pardon my intrusive comment, but...

It almost sounds as if they want you to die.

[moderatus]

No, that is just the one. The puppet master.

The other wants me to bring a king to ruin.

[ Which... is almost the same thing, but he will cling to that slight difference in nuance. ]

[verserak]

That is one way to spend the weekend.

[Who would have thought he'd get to hear something that surprises him!]

The latter would be your mother?

[moderatus]

Yes.

[ And he's kind of feeling like an idiot right now because he shouldn't have said that, but it doesn't count here anyway.

... right? ]

[renovamen]

Well, you're a sweetheart. Borderline suicidal, but a sweetheart.

[moderatus]

[ ... Whaaaaaaaaaat? ]

Mother?

[renovamen]

I'm twenty-three.

[Seriously, that needs to be pointed out. Impossibilities, anyone.]

[moderatus]

I... I'm sorry. I was confused for a moment by your face. You look just like her.

[ Let's just say Morgan has managed to stay impressively in shape for her age. Let's not go into how. Nobody wants to know. ]

[renovamen]

I also kind of have half her memories.

[She shrugs.]

Kinda strange seeing you grown up, I haven't made it that far memory-wise.

[Merlin knows. Merlin totally knows. And sooner or later, this version of Morgan will find out and probably not leave the couch for a week.]

[moderatus]

I only have my own memories so I hope you'll forgive me when I say I don't understand what you are talking about.