Rebel Rebel (Mordred)

[Luc DuLac]

Luc resisted the urge to roll his eyes at Mordred's mocking, like the older boy thought he didn't already know that? As if Mordred was providing a wake up call into Luc's little dream world, like he was the lone arbiter of all that was truthful. Luc couldn't help the way he felt about Tristian, but that didn't mean he had somehow convinced himself he had a chance. He didn't care if he had a chance, he still wanted Tristian to be happy.

"I'm aware I don't have a chance." was all he said with a shrug, leaving it at that.

"Oh, I don't know if we've got time for the whole list," he smirked, since Mordred was mocking him, Luc could give as good as he got. Sure, Jesus said to turn the other cheek, but he'd just have to apologise for this one later. Not to mention he suspected Mordred was the type to have more respect for him if he could fight back, at least a bit.

[Mordred Le Fey]

Poor kid; Mordred couldn't help but feel a bit sorry for him. Obviously, only the smallest amount, he didn't care that much.

"Not unless you're planning a sex change any time soon..." Mordred muttered quietly, rolling his eyes.

Mordred couldn't help but laugh at Luc's retort - he appreciated good banter after all. "You mean you don't know if you've got the time to start making crap up." Mordred said with a smirk, straightening up and brushing his jacket off. "I mean, look at me - perfection in human form. It's ok to be jealous and awed, LS."

[Luc DuLac]

"I think your definition of perfection is a little off," Luc retorted with an arched eyebrow "you're attractive, don't get me wrong, though your personality leaves a lot to be desired. But since you're insecure enough to need reasons, you're a little scruffy and a little muscular for me, it's nothing personal, I just prefer my men more slender, stylish and strawberry blonde." he shrugged. His tone was more teasing than cruel, he didn't actually want to annoy or upset Mordred despite the older boy's return taunting, but since he was being asked he would happily give the answer.

If he was entirely honest, he'd never really noticed anyone the way he'd noticed Tristian, he'd been infatuated with the prince since they were both young, nobody else had ever held a candle to him.

[Mordred Le Fey]

"Oh, LS, you're making me blush." Mordred fluttered his eyelashes and fanned himself mockingly. "Trust me, my personality is what my string of lovely ladies find so intoxicating." He took a drag on his vape, grinning at Luc as he exhaled. "Treat them mean, keep them keen. Believe me, it really works."

He shook his head at Luc's words. "You could do with adding a little muscle mass yourself, LS." He commented, looking Luc up and down. "I should take you to the gym, get you lifting. You never know, maybe it would even attract the attention you so desperately crave."

[Luc DuLac]

Luc just didn't understand Mordred's way of thinking, why would you be mean to someone you liked? How did that keep them coming back to you? Perhaps it worked, but surely it was difficult to cause any kind of pain to somebody that you cared for. He knew he'd likely only get mocked for asking, so he kept his thoughts to himself.
"Well I've never really been one for keen ladies," he pointed out instead.

"I don't really need any more muscle," he lifted an arm, glancing at it "I have enough to swing a sword, to move in armour... I'm not really the type to make modifications purely for the look of them..." of course, he said that, but he was also the person that only ever did said armour-wearing or sword-swinging when his father wasn't around to see it. Luc was in training to be a knight, but he'd be damned if Lance ever found out about it.

[Mordred Le Fey]

Mordred couldn't help but laugh. "Well that much is obvious," he grinned, "keen princes on the other hand, they'd probably be a whole other issue, right?"

Mordred raised an eyebrow, he didn't know why but he hadn't expected the kid to actually be into sword fighting and armour. He crept up ever so slightly in Mordred's estimation. "Well, I suppose you look relatively strong - but as good as these muscles look, they do help with the whole sword-swinging, strength thing too. You should train with me sometime," he offered. "I'd like to see what you're made of."

[Luc DuLac]

"Something like that," Luc agreed with a faint nod. He wasn't exactly comfortable talking about that sort of thing. While he wanted Tristian to notice him and definitely wanted more than that, he didn't want to change anything or try and 'tricks' to get what he wanted, it felt dishonest.

"I suppose so," he agreed. He'd always been more on the lithe side than the obviously muscular, and he mostly preferred it that way, but a little more working out couldn't hurt, and it would be interesting to see how Mordred trained, to see if there was anything he could learn from the older boy. "Sure, I'll train with you some time."

[Mordred Le Fey]

Mordred noticed Luc wasn't exactly comfortable with the conversation, and as tempted as he was to continue it, he decided to play the nice guy - possibly for the first time in his life - and back off. It wasn't as if anything Mordred could say would make it better or worse; Mordred knew that Tristian was into girls, so there was no way Luc would ever have a chance.

Mordred nodded, oddly pleased at Luc's acceptance of his offer. "Excellent." He said, trying to take a drag on his vape and rolling his eyes as it flashed at him. Standing up and brushing off the dust and dirt from his jeans, he said, "Well, LS, it's been an enlightening experience. But I need to recharge - in a number of ways," his hipflask was empty too, "so I'll text you next time I'm training and I look forward to knocking you on your arse." He grinned. "Later, LS."

Sticking his hands in his pocket, he whistled as he wandered away from the dorms.

[Luc DuLac]

Luc knew there was no point asking Mordred to stop with the stupid nickname, he would use it until he got bored and that would likely happen quicker if he didn't know Luc didn't like it. Perhaps once they'd sparred a couple of times or had similarly relaxed conversations, he would drop it. Luc could only hope.

He also hoped he didn't say anything to Tristian about how Luc felt about him, that was something he would much rather keep to himself, and he wasn't sure he could entirely trust Mordred not to spill if the opportunity arose. He could at least hopefully trust on the fact that Mordred was more likely to keep it in his back pocket until it was useful than to just throw it out there to embarrass him. He hoped.

"See you," he waved back, pushing himself to his feet as well and turning to head back inside.

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