[ It's almost like a dream. He wakes up, as though he's slept for hours upon hours, and he isn't entirely sure where he is. The pain in his middle is searingly hot -- rippling through him as though he had only just been injured.
Mordred doesn't remember much of anything save for the look on Arthur's face, when their blades clashed for the final time. It's strange, how he can remember it, and remember the ground of the battlefield. Had someone saved him? Surely, this was all some work of Gaius. Merlin wouldn't be pleased. ]
i love the idea of them both being ghosts. angst ahoy!
Mordred doesn't remember much of anything save for the look on Arthur's face, when their blades clashed for the final time. It's strange, how he can remember it, and remember the ground of the battlefield. Had someone saved him? Surely, this was all some work of Gaius. Merlin wouldn't be pleased. ]