"The Mosquitoes Have Found Me and They're Crowding 'Round My Blood..."

So it's been a while since I posted fic, my dear lord. >_> Uh. Sagramordred, slight porn, heavy dose of angst, &c &c.

Title: Enough to Go By
Rating: Mild R
Fandom: Arthurian
Characters/Pairings: Sagramore/Mordred
Warnings: Seizures, language, Sagramore and his bad accent, Mordred and his emo and strong misogyny, sex sex sex.

( Enough to Go By )

"I Just Want to Drink Me Some Wine..."

My dear, sweet fishies died. I went to feed them this evening and they were both dead.

Cyrano was at least two years old. He was a foot long and had the most beautiful whiskers in the whole world. Levin was only a year old, but he was eight inches and one of those beautiful gold and white and black speckled koi that are so pretty. They both came when I called them, and Cyrano sometimes would eat from my hand.

Mama is worried that it might be something on the bottom of the pond, since Cyrano definitely was a bottomfeeder and she thinks Levin might have been too; but Maria thinks it's the blue heron from the Mahantango (only if it were the heron, wouldn't it have eaten them instead of leaving them?).

I already miss them so much. RIP, beauties.