Rebel Rebel (Mordred)

[Mordred Le Fey]

"Ugh bloody Christians!" Mordred shook his head and exclaimed loudly. Nothing riled him up like an over-zealous Christian. Or an under-zealous Christian. Or any kind of Christian at all. "All that sin, repentance, loving God who'll punish you for wiping your nose the wrong way... it's such bollocks!" He shook his head in disgust as he finished the cigarette and flicked it away.

"What's life without a little sin and debauchery, anyway?" He smirked at Luc. "I feel for you, I really do. I have spent my entire life avoiding the priests at Camelot, and make it my life mission to make their lives as hard as physically possible. I'd recommend it." He took another swig from the hipflask.

"Thank the gods my mother is a filthy pagan heathen. It's a redeeming feature." He grinned at Luc. "A lot more sex when you worship the Goddess."

[Luc DuLac]

Aaand... there went the possibility of them becoming friends. Luc almost visibly winced. He hadn't encountered someone this against Christianity since... well, since Merlin actually, although he was usually more eloquent in his ranting, with a little less swearing. Usually. The advisor was usually good for a debate when Luc got the chance, but he was very stubborn about that particular subject.

He laughed slightly, though there was obvious awkwardness. He should be used to this by now, if he had to explain his mother to anybody in the mostly-pagan Albion, they tended to follow up with a sweeping denouncement of all Christians, though it was rare for it to be this spirited.

"I'm.. actually Christian," he said slowly "Don't get me wrong, there's a lot of my mother's type around and they definitely give the rest of us a bad name, it's like they never actually read anything Christ had to say, but I don't let their twisted interpretation of the faith impact on mine..." he shrugged "I don't let pagans impact on it either, by the way, people are free to believe what they choose to believe, it's not up to me to decide for anybody else what's true."

[Mordred Le Fey]

Great, just when he was starting to think the little shadow had potential - he had to go and be a Christian. "Really? That's a shame." He noted the awkwardness in the kid's laugh, and rolled his eyes.

"Meh, I read the Bible, didn't see all that great to me." Mordred said with a shrug, pulling his vape out again. This was the problem with vaping - Mordred was pretty sure it was more addictive than smoking. He didn't feel right unless he had the thing in his hand. He took a long drag and blew the smoke in front of them, momentarily clouding their view of the pathway in front of them. "Well, the new testament anyway. I actually rather enjoyed the old testament... all that debauchery and vengeance. Much more my kind of read."

[Luc DuLac]

"Funny you should say that," Luc replied, amused "It's actually the old testament they're all so hung up on, all that smiting and punishment. Sure there's a lot of debauchery and all that, but that's kind of the thing that everybody's being punished for, it's all hellfire and destruction if you so much as put a toe out of line." he explained

"The new testament is a little more forgiveness and love, though I can see how you wouldn't find that very interesting," if there was an insult in there, it was very subtle "but it's a good way to live your life, at least it is for me." he shrugged. He was careful not to seem like he was preaching, he didn't care how Mordred chose to live his life,that was his business.

[Mordred Le Fey]

"Ah, but if you skim over the punishment and all that rubbish, it's a much more entertaining read. Sodom and Gomorrah? Fantastic read."

He rolled his eyes as Luc started on the new testament. "No, you're right, completely uninteresting." He agreed. "Dull way to live your life though really, come on. Admit it." He smirked and raised an eyebrow at Luc. "Don't you ever want to just forget the whole lot and see what life could be like if you weren't terrified of burning in hell?"

He stretched his legs out and leant back against the step behind him. "I mean, seriously, so many rules. You're probably going to hell anyway, pretty sure there's something in that bible of yours about honouring your mother and father? Think you've failed on that one, why not just go all they way?"

Mordred wasn't entirely sure why he suddenly had an urge to lead this kid astray, especially since he'd had absolutely no interest in Luc before. But he really wanted to get this kid drunk, and laid.

[Luc DuLac]

"I'm sure you think so," Luc nodded calmly.

He listened politely to what Mordred had to say, but just about resisted the urge to roll his eyes when the older boy was finished. It wasn't the first time he'd heard a similar speech, but temptation came in many forms and he knew how to resist. He'd spoken to his pastor at length about the many forms of sin and forgiveness and Jesus' teachings and he was more than content with his faith - enough to handle a little supposed logic.

"I'm not really terrified of burning in hell," he disagreed casually "I just try and live my best life. We all fail a lot, but the point is asking forgiveness and moving on, trying to be better. I respect my parents by being honest with how I feel about them, one day I'll be strong enough to forgive them, but until then... well, I allow myself my petty hatred and focus on improving myself in other ways. I'm satisfied with the way I live my life."

[Mordred Le Fey]

This conversation was getting far too theological for Mordred's liking. Sure, he enjoyed a religious debate as much as the next person - it was pretty much the only time he could tolerate Merlin, seeing as they had pretty similar views, but he usually needed a bit more drink in him first, and discussing religion with a pious Christian was rarely fun. He needed to change the subject before he died of boredom.

"Sure, dude, you tell yourself what you need to." He muttered, taking another swig from the flask and indicating to Luc he wanted another cigarette.

"So anyway, how's that smoking hot sister of yours?" He asked with a grin.

[Luc DuLac]

Luc was hardly surprised when Mordred changed the subject, and he allowed it easily enough, it wasn't fun for him to be bogged down in theological discussion either, not with someone who had such wildly opposing views. Maybe someday they'd have an interesting debate, but not today. He shrugged away Mordred's comment and passed him another cigarette to indicate no particularly hard feelings, and snorted in amusement at the follow up question.

"Anna is fine. Unfortunately you don't really stand a chance with her, I hate to break it to you." he smirked.

[Mordred Le Fey]

Taking the cigarette Mordred pulled a lighter from his pocket and lit it, inhaling deeply and then laughed at Luc's comment, causing him to choke as he exhaled.

Recovering from the cough, he took another drag and exhaled slowly, enjoying that one a little more than the last. "Oh please, I stand a chance with everyone." He said with the over-confidence that people had come to expect from him. His mother had commented before that if it wasn't for the fact he had a brain, people might mistake him for Gaston's son.

"A hell of a lot more of a chance than you do with your little infatuation anyway, LS." He said quietly, watching Luc out of the corner of his eye, hoping for a reaction.

[Luc DuLac]

"Anna's only ever had eyes for one man," Luc pointed out, he didn't know if it was obvious to anyone else, or if people just thought she was joking - he knew their father certainly did, but Anna had always been deadly serious about who she was going to be with when she grew up. He was about to continue when Mordred spoke again and Luc dropped his cigarette.

He ducked quickly to pick it back up again, taking the moment of his face being hidden to try and school his features into something more impassive. He couldn't possibly know about that, could he? Nobody knew about that, he'd never said anything, never done anything that would have given it away, had he?

"What infatuation is that? And what is LS supposed to mean?"

[Mordred Le Fey]

Mordred had to stifle a laugh as he saw Luc's reaction; the dropped cigarette and quick attempt to produce an innocent expression. The poor kid, Mordred almost felt sorry for him. He was completely oblivious to his own incapability to be subtle. Well, as far as Mordred was concerned anyway. The object of Luc's adoration was thoroughly oblivious. To everything.

"Don't panic, the object of your affection has no idea." Mordred took another drag on his cigarette. "I, on the other hand, see everything. I'm incredibly astute." He smirked at Luc. "And you, my friend, are not exactly the master of subtlety. You're just lucky your little crush can't see past the end of his nose."

Mordred couldn't help but grin - he was particularly proud of this little nickname, and he'd been waiting for the opportunity to present it to its owner. "LS is your little nickname. I thought of it years ago, watching you hang around in the background, desperate to be noticed but not quite confident enough to make your voice heard. You're a Little Shadow." He grinned.

[Luc DuLac]

"I still don't know what you're on about," Luc maintained, he had no idea how much Mordred actually knew - was he really that obvious? Or was Mordred just guessing, trying to draw a secret out of him? When in doubt, keep playing dumb, however much he wanted to defend Tristian. The prince could see past the end of his own nose, he just... didn't see Luc. And that was understandable, Luc didn't exactly make himself noticeable.

"A little shadow?" he repeated, raising an eyebrow. Great, he had a mocking nickname from Mordred, it was every kid in Camelot's dream come true. Not. He let the guy have two of his cigarettes and this is what he gets in return? That was... about par for the course to be honest, typical Mordred. The guy thought he was the gods' gift. "Very witty." he added dryly.

[Mordred Le Fey]

"Oh, LS, LS, LS..." Mordred shook his head, patting Luc on the shoulder in the most patronising way he could. "It's ok, you can confide in me. I'm the wise older friend, here for you in every way." He grinned. "First piece of advice - put yourself out there. Maybe he'll notice you then, engage in some sword-play." He winked at Luc. "Then again, he might not. You never know until you try."

He chuckled at Luc's comment. "I am incredibly witty, if you hadn't noticed, LS." He finished his cigarette and stubbed it out. "Funny thing is, I thought it was me you were shadowing for a while. Wouldn't have blamed you, most people do. Imagine my devastation when I realised the truth." He put a hand to his chest and pulled a pained expression. "Broke my heart."

[Luc DuLac]

Luc contemplated trying to keep up his dumb act but considering that it didn't seem to be working even the tiniest little bit, he decided to drop it and shrugged.
"I don't think he'd be inclined to notice me, to be honest," after all, Tristian's reputation with the ladies was almost as prolific as Mordred's, and while Luc knew first hand from his own reputation that it wasn't always the truth, it still wasn't promising "and I'm fine with things the way they are, thank you." It was true that he'd never know unless he tried, but he'd also never know rejection if he didn't try, and he wasn't quite ready to give up on that particular dream.

"Aw, I didn't know you felt that way," he returned with mock-pity, never let it be said that he couldn't give as good as he got "I'm afraid you're not my type."

[Mordred Le Fey]

For all his skills in observation and his effort to notice everything around him in order to use it to his advantage, Mordred was utterly obtuse when it came to his best friend. It was denial more than anything else, but Mordred had, long ago, subconsciously decided to completely ignore the obvious when it came to Tristian's preferences, and lived in blissful ignorance. This is what led him to scoff at Luc's words.

"Of course he's not going to notice you, not they way you want him to." Mordred said roughly, his tone condescending and harsh. "You're lacking some things he likes, and you've got a certain something he doesn't." It was sad, really, how this kid pined away after something that would never, ever happen.

"I'm not? I'm everyone's type." Mordred feigned hurt. "What's wrong with me?"