Oh guh. I am not into the incest fic, generally, just really not, but Arthurian stuff is a bit different. And this-- this is short and achy and tangled and a little otherworldly and did I mention guh?
"--Missed you." It's rough, there's an edge to it, and suddenly Mordred's caught, before he can move, caught in a kiss and wet cold hands that smell of the sea, caught next to a body that's lean and rough and edgy as the voice that belongs to it. Gaheris has been waiting too long.
Reccing this partly because dude, it's Westmark fic by a complete stranger! and partly because it's lovely in its simplicity and imagery. Florian and Zara in Regia. Arguing, naturally.
...in the firelight, her hair gleamed like polished copper and, like all things divine, she was quite beyond his reach.
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