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[veneficus]

[ And here is one person who hadn't shown her face in a long while. This is the Lady Morgana, a long gown, pale skin and black hair caught up in a messy bun.

A messy..? Yes, for once, she doesn't look flawless. But that is because of where she is.

Lady Morgana is in the kitchen and from the look of it, she is baking.

A royal woman baking, yep.

At her side, there is a rather nice looking pile of cookie dough and a few trays of cookies which she had, at last, after many weeks, managed to comprehend how to bake.

But now she's not baking them, rather she is trying something new. But she looks confused. ]

Mix the eggs - do they mean one at a time or all together?

[ watch her frown at the recipe. ]

Has anyone ever attempted baking a cheese cake? I find myself rather confused. I managed the crust but I can't comprehend the rest of it.

[ and now watch her just...eat a bit of cookie dough. This is hard, ok? ]

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[minifridge]

[Mary sinks into Morgana's embrace, wrapping her arms around her tightly and burying her face in the girl's shoulder.]

No it won't, it'll never be okay.

[veneficus]

[ She tightens her hold on the other woman, hand moving to her hair as she holds her. ]

Hush, don't say that. It will be alright, I'm here. I shan't leave you, you're not alone.

[minifridge]

[Mary starts crying in earnest with her face buried in Morgana, holding on tighter and more desperately.]

You don't understand- Morgana, it's not-

[Somehow, Morgana's love is even more painful in the face of the reality of her life. She doesn't deserve this kind of love.]

[veneficus]

I don't have to.

[ She leads her so sit on her bed, pulling her closer and leaning her head on hers as Gwen did or her whenever she was upset. ]

I don't have to understand anything in order to be on your side, Mary. Hush. I'm not going away. You needn't say anything.

[minifridge]

[Mary sits down and snuggles in deeper, crying harder and wishing hard (so hard) that she could have her father, her mother, anybody who knew or someone who knew just how to hold her when she cried.

John.

Oh, it hurts. It's all pain when she grits out words through her teeth.]

I want to just run away, somewhere nobody can ever find us, where we don't have to worry about Camelot or dying or magic or how many years we have left and we can just be us, I want to just leave.

[veneficus]

[ She smiles, somewhat sadly because she understands. The one thing keeping her bound to Camelot was Arthur and she thought of running away still.

Her fingers rub patterns on Mary's back as she eases her into her arms. ]

Somewhere like Cornwall, where I grew up. Nothing but fields of flowers and the sea.

[minifridge]

[She nods tearfully, feeling like a horrified five year old.]

And we can pick flowers and, and- and get jobs and have a house and, get old- I could get old. Oh god-

[Crying harder, not really caring about what she's saying anymore. Morgana doesn't know anything about her backstory, but who cares? She should have told her a long time ago. It's as good a time as any.]

[veneficus]

[ She presses her fingers through her hair, nodding. ]

You would. Because I'd let nothing and no one harm you. Just like here. You're safe with me.

[minifridge]

It's so hard. [Leaning into that touch, the simple contact enormously important.] To not give up. I have nothing- there's nothing I can do. I have no future, no past, all I have is here and even here I'm reminded every day.

[veneficus]

Hush. You're here, Mary. You're here with me. In here you have a future, you have everything. You will not give up, I won't let you. You can have everything here.