Tell Me What You Think
Mar. 24th, 2006 04:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lodessaTitle: Context
Fandom: Arthurian Legend/Harry Potter Crossover
Characters/Pairings: Mordred!Salazar/Nimue!Helga, Galahad, refrences to: Rowena, Lancelot, Morgana, and Arthur
Rating: PG
Word Count: 873
"Helga, what are you doing here!" Salazar hissed, his hazel eyes boring into her. Helga kept her eyes fixed on the tight grasp he had on her arm from when he had pulled her away from everyone else. This called his attention to it so that he relaxed his grip. Helga looked up at the formerly farmilar face of the man before her and noted how gaunt he looked. Clearly Camelot was even worse for him than Hogwarts had been, she doubted anyone here knew how to make his deamless sleep potion just right.
"I'm here because his lordship asked for me." she replied quietly, telling herself she hadn't hoped he'd be glad to see her, despite what he'd said the last time they'd spoken.
"He asked for you?" Salazar said with a growing anger in his voice, "What business could the that man possibly have..."
"He didn't ask me here for THAT." Helga replied, somewhat suprised that Salazar would even think to be outraged for her sake, "Really he wanted Merlin, but he never leaves the forest anymore, so Arthur will have to make do with me."
"So to put it plainly, Aunt Rowena sent you after me."
"Don't be so self centered Sal... Honestly I'm here to give your father advice. I'm not here for you."
"Then why were you looking at me all throughout dinner?"
"I haven't seen you in months, and well... maybe you can cut off your past and just forget about everything that was ever important in yout life, but I'm not like that Salazar!"
"So you're saying you did miss me?"
"How could I not? I..."
Her words were cut off as he pulled her to him and kissed her hungrily, kissed her like he hadn't brushed her off so coldly when he left Hogwarts 6 months before. They barely managed to spring apart before being seen by a passing young knight. Helga thought perhaps she had stumbled into a time portal, the boy looked so very much like Rowena's son, Rowena's son decades before. Helga was about to call out Lancelot, before she realized that it couldn't possibly be him, and that no recognition dawned in the boy's eyes.
"My lord Mordred..." he greeted Salazar.
"Galahad, a bit late to the feast aren't you?" Salazar grinned, as if he had not a care in the world. Helga supposed that Mordred had a different temperment than Salazar, was more obliging and eaiser to get along with. She wondered whether Mordred had the kind of passion in his breast that Salazar was capable of though.
"Percival and I were practicing our swordplay and we lost track of time."
Salazar chuckled and patted the boy on the back, "I don't suppose you've met the lady..."
"Nimue." Helga cut him off, and Salazar gave her a look of suspicion.
"I pleasure to meet you my lady." Galahad bowed curteously, "What brings you to Camelot?"
"Apparently his grace desires her council. The Lady Nimue" Salazar said, pausing strangely at the name, "Is a great friend of your grandmother's."
Galahad looked signifigantly impressed, "Have you seen her recently?" he inquired eagerly and Helga wondered whether the boy was a squib like his father or he'd inherited some of his grandmother's prodigious magical prowess and made a mental not to ask Salazar when she got the chance.
"A few short days ago." Helga confirmed.
"Why does she never come to court?" The boy inquired.
"She's a very busy woman with many responsibilities. Some time you must come and visit her." The boy was so very simple and endearing that Helga couldn't help smiling at him, "Well we mustn't keep you from your supper Galahad, but you must come and seek me out before the week passes or I will be very wounded."
Galahad promised to do just that, before taking his leave of the two of them.
"He looks just like his father did." Helga commented as soon as he was out of earshot.
"Is that why you liked him so well." Salazar replied bitterly.
"Do you really want to quarrel over something that silly? He seems a dear sweet boy Salazar, and he's Rowena's grandson. Just because you hate everyone at first sight doesn't mean there is anything wrong with liking people instead."
"If you knew that he was born because Lancelot's dear sweet aunt drugged him, I don't suppose it would make a difference would it?"
"Oh Morgana, she's always up to something but why should that innocent child suffer for it?"
"Now I remember why I left." Salazar snapped, turning angrily away.
"Well no one is forcing you to talk to me Salazar, or should I say Mordred." Helga swallowed, choking back tears. She'd promised herself she would focus on the task at hand and not let herself get dragged back into the painful cycle with Salazar, but it was always so much harder to do these things than it ought to be. It ought to have been simple, Salazar had left her when he left Hogwarts; he'd never asked her to go with him, never said he didn't want to leave.
"I missed you too." Salazar muttered, before walking away into the night.
Nothing ever went as planned.
Fandom: Arthurian Legend/Harry Potter Crossover
Characters/Pairings: Mordred!Salazar/Nimue!Helga, Galahad, refrences to: Rowena, Lancelot, Morgana, and Arthur
Rating: PG
Word Count: 873
"Helga, what are you doing here!" Salazar hissed, his hazel eyes boring into her. Helga kept her eyes fixed on the tight grasp he had on her arm from when he had pulled her away from everyone else. This called his attention to it so that he relaxed his grip. Helga looked up at the formerly farmilar face of the man before her and noted how gaunt he looked. Clearly Camelot was even worse for him than Hogwarts had been, she doubted anyone here knew how to make his deamless sleep potion just right.
"I'm here because his lordship asked for me." she replied quietly, telling herself she hadn't hoped he'd be glad to see her, despite what he'd said the last time they'd spoken.
"He asked for you?" Salazar said with a growing anger in his voice, "What business could the that man possibly have..."
"He didn't ask me here for THAT." Helga replied, somewhat suprised that Salazar would even think to be outraged for her sake, "Really he wanted Merlin, but he never leaves the forest anymore, so Arthur will have to make do with me."
"So to put it plainly, Aunt Rowena sent you after me."
"Don't be so self centered Sal... Honestly I'm here to give your father advice. I'm not here for you."
"Then why were you looking at me all throughout dinner?"
"I haven't seen you in months, and well... maybe you can cut off your past and just forget about everything that was ever important in yout life, but I'm not like that Salazar!"
"So you're saying you did miss me?"
"How could I not? I..."
Her words were cut off as he pulled her to him and kissed her hungrily, kissed her like he hadn't brushed her off so coldly when he left Hogwarts 6 months before. They barely managed to spring apart before being seen by a passing young knight. Helga thought perhaps she had stumbled into a time portal, the boy looked so very much like Rowena's son, Rowena's son decades before. Helga was about to call out Lancelot, before she realized that it couldn't possibly be him, and that no recognition dawned in the boy's eyes.
"My lord Mordred..." he greeted Salazar.
"Galahad, a bit late to the feast aren't you?" Salazar grinned, as if he had not a care in the world. Helga supposed that Mordred had a different temperment than Salazar, was more obliging and eaiser to get along with. She wondered whether Mordred had the kind of passion in his breast that Salazar was capable of though.
"Percival and I were practicing our swordplay and we lost track of time."
Salazar chuckled and patted the boy on the back, "I don't suppose you've met the lady..."
"Nimue." Helga cut him off, and Salazar gave her a look of suspicion.
"I pleasure to meet you my lady." Galahad bowed curteously, "What brings you to Camelot?"
"Apparently his grace desires her council. The Lady Nimue" Salazar said, pausing strangely at the name, "Is a great friend of your grandmother's."
Galahad looked signifigantly impressed, "Have you seen her recently?" he inquired eagerly and Helga wondered whether the boy was a squib like his father or he'd inherited some of his grandmother's prodigious magical prowess and made a mental not to ask Salazar when she got the chance.
"A few short days ago." Helga confirmed.
"Why does she never come to court?" The boy inquired.
"She's a very busy woman with many responsibilities. Some time you must come and visit her." The boy was so very simple and endearing that Helga couldn't help smiling at him, "Well we mustn't keep you from your supper Galahad, but you must come and seek me out before the week passes or I will be very wounded."
Galahad promised to do just that, before taking his leave of the two of them.
"He looks just like his father did." Helga commented as soon as he was out of earshot.
"Is that why you liked him so well." Salazar replied bitterly.
"Do you really want to quarrel over something that silly? He seems a dear sweet boy Salazar, and he's Rowena's grandson. Just because you hate everyone at first sight doesn't mean there is anything wrong with liking people instead."
"If you knew that he was born because Lancelot's dear sweet aunt drugged him, I don't suppose it would make a difference would it?"
"Oh Morgana, she's always up to something but why should that innocent child suffer for it?"
"Now I remember why I left." Salazar snapped, turning angrily away.
"Well no one is forcing you to talk to me Salazar, or should I say Mordred." Helga swallowed, choking back tears. She'd promised herself she would focus on the task at hand and not let herself get dragged back into the painful cycle with Salazar, but it was always so much harder to do these things than it ought to be. It ought to have been simple, Salazar had left her when he left Hogwarts; he'd never asked her to go with him, never said he didn't want to leave.
"I missed you too." Salazar muttered, before walking away into the night.
Nothing ever went as planned.
