[ Of course not, she says; no one would hurt you, no one would do anything to you, I just want to help, she says.
Morgana thinks to laugh but the sound never makes it past her lips, she scowls instead, anger and her own confusion taking precedence. If she did not know better she would think that Gwen actually does want to help her, that she is genuinely concerned for her well being ─ yet there is no way that is the case, it can't be not with the memory of kissing swords still fresh in her head.
Gwen is as much an enemy as Arthur, in fact Gwen as dangerous as Arthur. What she will do, her destiny, it is more dangerous than any blade.
And still she sits there, on the other end of an object Morgana barely understands, offering her aid. Whispering words reserved for those dark nights where she wakes in a cold sweat and screams in her throat.
( enemy, enemy, she is dangerous ) ]
Stop. [ She hisses, her head ducking out of the frame. ]
I am not a fool, you cannot trick me with empty promises of aid. [ It is a trick, it has to be, there is no way it can be true. ]
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Morgana thinks to laugh but the sound never makes it past her lips, she scowls instead, anger and her own confusion taking precedence. If she did not know better she would think that Gwen actually does want to help her, that she is genuinely concerned for her well being ─ yet there is no way that is the case, it can't be not with the memory of kissing swords still fresh in her head.
Gwen is as much an enemy as Arthur, in fact Gwen as dangerous as Arthur. What she will do, her destiny, it is more dangerous than any blade.
And still she sits there, on the other end of an object Morgana barely understands, offering her aid. Whispering words reserved for those dark nights where she wakes in a cold sweat and screams in her throat.
( enemy, enemy, she is dangerous ) ]
Stop. [ She hisses, her head ducking out of the frame. ]
I am not a fool, you cannot trick me with empty promises of aid. [ It is a trick, it has to be, there is no way it can be true. ]