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asgardeventide2013-02-25 08:54 pm
veneficus) wrote in asgardeventide2013-02-25 08:54 pm
❦ 15 | ᴠɪᴅᴇᴏ | ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ | ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʟᴀᴛᴇ, ɪ'ᴍ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴛᴏʀɴ
[ Guys, guess who's back from Utgard. No really, guess. Never mind that she hadn't said anything about leaving to begin with. ]
I was among the first travelers who arrived at this city.
[ younger and more naive she was; when things were much simpler than they are now. She and Merlin, together, before all the others. She wonders if they'll end this journey together too; him and her, destiny and doom, at the end of this tale. But no - that is too much for now. ]
The first people I have met here were Lord Boromir and his companion Aragorn but they are long gone. As well as many others.
[ The ruthless, angry queen is absent today, it would seem. Perhaps Morgana is tired; tired of slipping into the role of who she knows now that she will become, tired of slipping back into who she was and is no longer. And what does that leave her with? ]
Will you write letters for when you are sent back? The deities do not allow us goodbyes, after all.
( ᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴛᴇ | ᴅʀᴀᴄᴏ ᴍᴀʟғᴏʏ )
I wish to thank you.
[ action; Morgana is nearby New Camelot! Maybe she's lurking, what's it to you? She's wearing breeches and a tunic, a braid falling down her back. She doesn't seem to be doing anything but stare at a shadow across the grass.
But then the shadow rises, small in the sun and walks towards her. A moment later and it is gone. To those who might be around New Camelot, you might see an uncertain lady toying with her power. ]
I was among the first travelers who arrived at this city.
[ younger and more naive she was; when things were much simpler than they are now. She and Merlin, together, before all the others. She wonders if they'll end this journey together too; him and her, destiny and doom, at the end of this tale. But no - that is too much for now. ]
The first people I have met here were Lord Boromir and his companion Aragorn but they are long gone. As well as many others.
[ The ruthless, angry queen is absent today, it would seem. Perhaps Morgana is tired; tired of slipping into the role of who she knows now that she will become, tired of slipping back into who she was and is no longer. And what does that leave her with? ]
Will you write letters for when you are sent back? The deities do not allow us goodbyes, after all.
( ᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴛᴇ | ᴅʀᴀᴄᴏ ᴍᴀʟғᴏʏ )
I wish to thank you.
[ action; Morgana is nearby New Camelot! Maybe she's lurking, what's it to you? She's wearing breeches and a tunic, a braid falling down her back. She doesn't seem to be doing anything but stare at a shadow across the grass.
But then the shadow rises, small in the sun and walks towards her. A moment later and it is gone. To those who might be around New Camelot, you might see an uncertain lady toying with her power. ]
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[ she will, indeed. They all will in time. ]
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[ perhaps she is not wise. If she were, she wouldn't be speaking to him now or thinking of Gwen or Merlin and the others. ]
It is the nature of all those in our realm to grow. Gwen is no different.
[ 'and to think,' she wants to say, 'to think you and I are playing war over a throne of lies and a kingdom whose children grow up too early' but she doesn't. What would Morgause say if she ever heard her speak so of the thing she had died for? ]
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No. She is not.
[ He thinks of the Gwen he knows, in Camelot before he left again. ]
She will outgrow us all for our strengths pale in comparison. She will find wisdom.
[ Because he foolishly leads with a heart too full of love and Morgana fights with a mind clouded by hatred and Guinevere was always the one to reconcile the two. Reason and strength and courage; she will surely be the better of them all.
There could be no worthier Queen for Camelot's throne ( but he won't let himself think that, not here, where he doesn't have that, doesn't have her ) and no better a pillar to stand firm at Morgana's side as she withers. Gwen's devotion to her Lady is stronger now than ever; time, here, will not change this. Morgana deserves that much. ]
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[ Not anymore. But, alas. He will leave the conversation at that. This way lies madness. ]