[ Intense blue eyes, huh? That's enough to paint a picture for Mordred. Who could forget those perfect blue eyes? So steadfast and determined... and lonely, too.
In a complete 180, Mordred's mood turns sour and she grabs Waver by the collar, pushing him against a wall. Pinning him, rather. They're not going anywhere until he makes one thing clear. ]
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In a complete 180, Mordred's mood turns sour and she grabs Waver by the collar, pushing him against a wall. Pinning him, rather. They're not going anywhere until he makes one thing clear. ]
Are you sure they looked like me?
[ She says, with intense green eyes. ]