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So yeah, self-appointed guardians who are overinvested in their stubborn-as-mules charge, disquieting blue eyes optional. Apparently I have a type? That is, when the type isn't busy being blond, macho, and manpaining over ~duty~ and daddy issues.
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allothi, who fielded the first draft and helped me "know its spinal cord from its limbs", as she so succinctly put it. This would have been a poorer fic without her.
Wait in the Fire
Merlin. Mordred, Morgana, ensemble. PG. Spoilers for everything.
Mordred, through his own eyes and other people's trepidations. ~2800 words
( Anger is what sharpens the blade. )
My thanks to
allothi, who fielded the first draft and helped me "know its spinal cord from its limbs", as she so succinctly put it. This would have been a poorer fic without her.Wait in the Fire
Merlin. Mordred, Morgana, ensemble. PG. Spoilers for everything.
Mordred, through his own eyes and other people's trepidations. ~2800 words
( Anger is what sharpens the blade. )