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ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀsᴛ ʜɪɢʜ ᴘʀɪᴇsᴛᴇss ♛ MORGANA PENDRAGON ([personal profile] scinlae) wrote in [community profile] exsilium2013-01-20 08:43 am

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Gwen? [ A beat. ] Merlin? [ Another beat. ] Arthur?

[ There is something distinctly off when the feed switches on, where there was once coldness now is warmth and concern. She looks around and the camera shakes a little before panning up to a face that looks so familiar but different at the same time. ]

If you're trying to scare me this is in very poor taste.

[ Here is a face some will remember, brave, stubborn, fierce; so full of the fire and warmth she had once upon a time possessed completely. She looks as if she stepped right out of the castle instead of looking as she had stepped right out of a hovel in the middle of a forest.

Morgana's brow furrows, her patience clearly reaching it's limit. What vague memories she has tells her they are here with her, but nothing more ─ so really stop hiding you jerks, it is not cool.

She sits nearby something busy (market most likely) judging by the sounds, tablet in her lap with a look of displeasure plain on her face. She had plans you see, though she barely remembers what they were, only they have been ruined by something; yet another thing she cannot properly remember.

Today is simply not her day. ]
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[personal profile] futurarex 2013-01-21 06:07 am (UTC)(link)
We're acting strangely.

[he says it dryly, darkly. and there is more truth to that than she knows: if this is a trick, it's a terrible one. she could never hoped to be believed, not after what they know.

it's the simplicity that makes him pause, even if he would never admit it--and it would be better if it didn't; it would be better if he could forget any hope. this place is full of strange magic. Merlin knows more of Camelot's fate than he does--Gwen knows less--there are people here who know Arthur as king--

but Morgana is Morgana. it should not matter.]


You claim to know nothing?
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[personal profile] futurarex 2013-01-22 05:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[her irritation is familiar--not anger, not spitting seething rage, but plain simple irritation, as if he's teasing her, keeping away some bit of information just because he can-- could she fake this so convincingly? could she really blank her face of her hatred?

no. she must be pretending. she pretended before, while she was learning her magic, while she was betraying them, while she was undermining the rule of Camelot and seeking the throne for herself--and Arthur believed it then. he will not be so stupid now. Nothing else makes sense. why would she suddenly be herself again?]


I expect you to know all that you've done! Or are you looking for me to make you a list so you can gloat?

You may think me stupid, but you can at least acknowledge that I'm not stupid enough to fall for this. You betrayed us all, you turned to sorcery--but this is stupid, it's beneath even you.

[yet even as he says it, he wants to fall for it. it's weak, it's stupid, it's a traitorous instinct, but he wants to believe it, that she's forgotten everything, that she's hit her head and she no longer hates him, no longer practices magic or seeks the throne--that things can be the way they were, the way they should be--]
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[personal profile] futurarex 2013-01-23 06:17 am (UTC)(link)
[Her claim stings, and for a second, he flinches, and it shows in his face--only for a second, raw--]

I thought so. Once. [Betrayal and loyalty, they mean a great deal to Arthur--especially hers--but he shows too much, he must steel himself. He's resolved not to kill her, for now, but he cannot show weakness.

--And at the back of his head, he thinks of his father, and he does not know what he would do. Kill Morgana or imprison her. Kill her, she is a witch; imprison her, she is theirs, like a dog gone mad.

But what he sees in her face now is not madness, or hatred, or anything but Morgana, pale and sad and scared, and that strikes in him someplace deeper than he would like to admit. He will not pity her. But he will see for himself the truth of this; if there is some chance that she has forgotten, that she is herself again-- and his thoughts go on, for what if she is not, what if she kills him for this weakness-- ]


Where are you?
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[personal profile] futurarex 2013-01-23 04:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[There is no flash of triumph in her eyes--but she could hide that easily. Or could she? He doesn't know, and there is no one to ask; no time to find Merlin and seek his counsel, or Gwen-- You can do the right thing, Arthur Pendragon! You can show some faith in a loyal friend. I thought you were a prince, so start behaving like one!

And again, he thinks of his father, a great king, a king of self-assurance and wisdom--though not always of risk, and less so of mercy--he thinks of burnings and beheadings and trials that he's seen-- and Morgana, snarling at him--and this Morgana, pale and afraid and alone--]


Stay where you are. I'm coming to find you.
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[personal profile] futurarex 2013-01-24 07:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[He shuts off the device brusquely. If she means to kill him, surely there would have been some light of triumph in her eyes--perhaps she looked down to shield that tell--but no. He is looking for things that aren't there. And he cannot allow himself even the faintest hope; she is a witch, and even if she renounced her magic and all that she had done, how could he forgive her?

And yet he buckles on his sword and goes out into the city to find her--only to see for himself that she has not changed. Or so Arthur tells himself.

It does not take long to find the market, and it is no difficult thing to spot Morgana. And she looks--different. Not the Morgana he saw in the picture on his device, when she first arrived in this city--but the Morgana he knows, the one he tries not to think of. It could be an act, he tells himself; it could be an act the same way that she acted while she worked to betray Camelot--]


Morgana.

[He does not approach her, but stands, with his hand on his sword. Wary--and, against his better efforts, hopeful, too.]
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[personal profile] futurarex 2013-01-25 03:52 pm (UTC)(link)
I suppose we'll see.

[But the words don't ring with quite the conviction they ought to. Her move is next, but she does not raise her hand, or laugh, or mock him for a fool too full of hope. It's only Morgana, proud and a little scared beneath that--he can read it in her face. Is this what Gwen sees when she looks at her even now? Is this a lie or the truth?

--And all the while, she does not attack him. She stares at him, and Arthur finds that he wants to fill the silence that's sprung up between them, if only so he can stop thinking that perhaps this is the truth--]


What would you have me believe? That you've forgotten everything?
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[personal profile] futurarex 2013-01-29 02:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Until it makes sense!

[he shouts it at her, tension finally breaking--but a touch of guilt tugs in his chest. her tone is too familiar, too like the Morgana that he knows--the way she stands, the way she tosses her hair a little before she narrows her eyes at him--

furiously, he shakes his head, staring instead at her feet.]


You have been in this city for some months now. You have been-- different. You remember none of it? [you have betrayed us, it should be easy to throw in her face; it will crack her composure, she will have to gloat--but if he says it, then it becomes true. is he truly a coward, to hold the words back? a stupid childish superstitious coward, no true price at all--]

What of your magic, Morgana? Do you deny that, too?
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[personal profile] futurarex 2013-01-30 05:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[please. Arthur turns away at that plea, turning his back on Morgana--for the moment, at least. there is too much that he does not understand too much he does not know--how can he know what to do? and there is no one to seek counsel from, no one to ask for advice--if he looks to his father, he will know what to do; he knows what Uther Pendragon would do, no matter that it is Morgana that wields the magic.]

So you do not deny it. To have magic is to do wrong. You know this.

[he does not look at her yet, not out of cowardice, but because he must work this out, he must know what to do. if she has repented, does he forgive her? can he forgive if she does not remember? and if somehow the magic of this place has changed her--set her back, like a playing piece moved back to the start of a board--if she has not done what she will do--what then? can they prevent her magic? can they save her?]

What do you last remember?
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[personal profile] futurarex 2013-02-28 05:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[he laughs, dryly--more to himself than anything else. she might lie, she might say I do not remember this place and make up some story about not remembering anything past the incident that she describes.

but why would she? what would the gain be for her? to get close to his side once more, but she would know he would not fall for such a thing. so then it must be true.

the problem then is that she yet has magic. even if she has not captured Camelot for her own, unseated his father, turned the kingdom upside-down with her treachery-- even then, she still has magic. he knows what he should do, even if it is not what he wants.]


Would you truly give it back, if you could? [he looks back at her, and for a moment, it is written on his face--worry, confusion, regret--and sadness, most of all, naked and plain. he misses Morgana. he would never say it, but he misses her, and seeing her like this makes it worse.]

You could forsake it. You could-- not use it.