My contribution to our "Beyond Words" drabble challenge.
Word: Forlorn
Category: Het (Canon)
Characters/Pairings: Mordred/Kara
Rating/Warnings: K+
Word Count: 300
Mordred had hoped his loneliness would become easier to cope with after he'd grown accustomed to being on his own. Eventually he did learn to focus on himself when necessary – the combat training he'd decided he needed if he were to survive in a world where he couldn't openly use his magic, as well as the constant vigilance required to ensure his own safety.
But for days, weeks, months, and then years, not a single night passed that didn't leave him feeling isolated and forlorn, desperately longing to be with Kara again.
What was she doing now? Was she safe? Happy? Did she miss him the way he missed her?
Sometimes it took all the strength he had to prevent himself from rushing back to her side, unable to think of anything except how wrong it felt to be without her. It was only when he remembered their separation was for her sake as much as his own that he managed to bring his emotions under control.
It wasn't just about her immediate safety. No, it was more than that, coming to Mordred first as a faraway dream, and then in whispers of a strong alliance of magical people that was gradually building in the north.
Mordred wanted to give Kara more than a life spent in the shadows. Freedom, justice, acceptance... a world without the threat of terrible punishment hanging over their heads if their powers were revealed. He longed for her to have the life she deserved, refusing to settle for anything less for the woman he loved.
With that in mind, he pressed on in his solitary quest, his face turned northward... to the hope which lay in the only other woman he'd ever invested his faith in.
Morgana.