Post by kay on Jun 7, 2011 14:44:27 GMT -5
Kay was sitting stock still.
Yes, you read correctly, Kay was sitting absolutely, positively silently and statuesque, by himself on the side of the fountain. Even more unusual, he was silent. His face did not wear its customary manic grin of scheming smirk of imposing (and by that, Kay-imposed) doom. For once, he was staring out into space, his body still, his breathing steady, but a look of shock was fixed upon his face.
Morgana’s memory was gone and there was no trace of Mordred. He had been through the dorms, he had asked everyone, but no one had seen him. He didn’t know if he should be feeling like this…this hurt. After all, it was his sister’s kid, not his and he supposed he should continue life as usual – wrecking havoc and poking his nose into everyone’s personal life while trying to get into everyone’s pants, but for the first time he could remember, all he felt was panic, panic and deep, raw pain. He needed to find Mordred; the boy could be anywhere, or he could be hungry, hurt, kidnapped, frightened, but he knew that if he continued his whirlwind search without direction he would lose his mind…more than he already had, of course.