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video ♛ ᴡɪɴᴛᴇʀ sᴛᴏʟᴇ sᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ's ᴛʜʀɪʟʟ
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. ]
[ 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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Yes, I am well now that you are here. [ For her friend has always been able to cheer her up and make her feel better by her presence alone. ]
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Are you sure you are well, Gwen?
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[ and then she retreats, still smiling, overjoyed with the warmth that shines in Morgana's embrace and smile. ]
I am fine.
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I am glad, I would always have you well with a smile on your face.
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Where are we going?
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No where in particular, I simply wish to walk with you. There are not many days that allows us such things, we must take advantage of them when we can.
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[ she smiles, tries to forget everything else. Focus, Gwen. we must take advantage of them. Morgana says and she is right. This blessing won't last forever. ]
Perhaps we could search for some flowers. I could put them in your hair. It's been a while since I've done that.
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It certainly has. Come then, let us find some flowers for us both.
[ She clings to the idea almost desperately, something to distract her from the pit in her stomach. Spending time with Gwen should dispel it, she hopes it does. ]
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[ she laughs. The look on Morgana's face when she got it was priceless and Gwen bit her lip to not laugh. ]
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I thought I would to. The look on your face - he might as well had packed a toad together with the necklace.
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[ She shakes her head, more laughter escaping her lips. ]
It was utterly terrible.
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[ it's not secret Gwen thinks Morgana to be the most beautiful woman in the kingdom. ]
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[ Not at all, coming from Gwen such words mean more than them coming from some lord she will never care for. ]
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My god, he was an atrocious dancer. He stood on my toes.
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[ long suffering tone is a go. ]
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I was so furious at Arthur, he kept making tasteless japes about my limp.
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[ and it's only funny because it passed. Gwen massaged Morgana's feet every night with oil to ease the ache and tried not to shoot Arthur scolding looks when he laughed. ]
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[ It was Gwen that made the whole ordeal tolerable, if not for her she would have likely thrown something big and preferably sharp at Arthur's head─instead of the pillow and book she had thrown. ]
Did I ever thank you properly? I cannot remember. [ She had, in her own way, but she never thought her thanks enough. ]
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