❦ 008-> accidental video/open to action for those in the new camelot house { canon updating }

[veneficus]

[ It starts with a scream.

Although you hear just the end of it, a pierce, hysteric cry as an image comes to life in this late hour of the night. The bracelet shows nothing; just a blurry image that turns out to be white silks and pale hands as they shakily try to pull it, almost violently, off.

It takes a moment, perhaps by now you will hear other voices as whomever it was that screamed, they were bound to wake people up. Still, pale hands pull, frustrated and panicked before the task is done and the bracelet is thrown to the other side of the bedroom.

After that, all you can hear is the sound of a jewelry box as it hits the floor, spilling necklaces, rings and hair ornaments everywhere.

Perhaps you can will notice an image of a girl, a soft whimper of no, no as she turns - black hair falling down her black and flees from her bedroom through a door into what could only be a bathroom.

A slam of said door and a click of a lock.

And then everything is silent. ]



[ ooc; and so, after a dream of more than a year in Camelot (!!), Morgana is now canon updated into mid 2x12, Fires of Idirsholas where everyone is sleeping, Morgana is partly responsible and nothing is beautiful and everything hurts.

Replies will come a few hours after this is broadcasted. ]

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[video]

[whatagoodgirl]

Morgana! What's wrong? What happened?!

[And she'll keep this feed open until she gets a response. Other matters will just have to wait.]

[ action ]

[pratentious]

[ Arthur has not heard this scream in many years, for all that they've been separated by state and space, but he knows it all too intimately from their childhood. It is the very same that drew him to her side during the late hours, just as it does now, and he's darting from his room just in time to see Morgana flee into the bathroom. ]

Morgana!

[ What on Earth. He pads down the hallway, bare feet and chest cold against the night air, but it's nothing compared to the chill in his veins. He tries the handle before hearing the rattle of the lock, at which point he pounds lightly on the wood with his palm. ]

Morgana, what's going on? Open the door!

action;

[minifridge]

[E v e n t u a l l y (s)he creeps down the hall, once the shit-show with Arthur has fully gone down, and knocks tentatively on the bathroom door.]

Morgana? [Manvoice dripping with concern.] Uh- this is kinda hard to believe, but this is actually Mary. Um.

Can I come in? Or at least say hi through a crack in the door?

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[dragonspeak]

[There's a moment of disorientation when he hears the scream from the bracelet and from somewhere in the house. Even with the confusion, he knows that voice, and the thought that Morgana might be in danger sends him bolting to his feet.

He's at her room as quickly as his feet can take him. After one panicked jiggle of the door knob, Merlin pounds on the door.]

Morgana!

action;

[sentimentality]

[ She does not sleep much these days.

It's not due to discontent nor trepidation. Her sleepless nights can only be attributed to concern, leading to a restlessness that devours her whole. Asgard is home, and yet it does not truly feel as though it resembles Camelot. It's for the better, she supposes. Asgard is home, a manifestation of bliss, of friendship, of everything that could and should have gone correctly, Morgana included — her truest friend and notorious enemy of Camelot.

But Morgana does not lack heart. She has been as warm as Gwen remembers, has caused the memory of sinister smirks and plots of destruction to gradually fade into the recesses of her mind.

As she scours the corridor of her home, their home, Morgana screams and the sound is piercing, cutting through the silence and her heart. She hears the resounding fall of items and finds herself rushing to the room, only to catch glimpse of Morgana's retreating form.

She does not follow or disturb her and simply takes to the task of cleaning the mess she had caused, rearranging and polishing decorative hair pieces and brilliant jewels until they regain their shine. It's some time before she approaches the bathroom door, jewelry box in hand as the other raises to knock upon the wooden surface. ]

Morgana?

[ It's faint, inquisitive, as though she wonders if it's best to leave the other woman be — but Gwen cannot bear the thought of leaving Morgana to suffer in solitude. ]

[Not Here]

[coinpress]

[The scream wakes Kilgharrah up in the night, and he only catches the later part of the broadcast after he ascertains the sound came from the bracelet, which he's taken to leaving on to better gather information. He watches it, not actually concerned about Morgana, more intrigued, a small smile on his lips.]

[So the witch still suffers from dreams...]

[Voice]

[bibliophile_annex]

[The scream is enough to startle anyone. Hermione gazes at her bracelet, holding her breath as she wonders if she should speak up or not. Finally, she manages to whisper:]

Are you alright? Do you need someone to... [But the woman is away from the bracelet. Biting her lip, Hermione clears her throat and raises her voice.]

Hello?

action; forever late - feel free to ignore ;-;

[sworntovalor]

[At the scream he rushes to her door with his sword in hand, but it doesn't take long to realize that there is no danger. He retreats, allowing the people who actually know her to care for her, instead settling in the kitchen to give them all privacy.

Time goes by, and he contemplates going back to his room but should conversations still be going on it would be incredibly rude of him to catch any of them, even if by accident. So brewing another pot of coffee it is.]