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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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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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A friend has their duty to their friend.
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I could not ask for a better friend.
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Nor could I, you know I value you above all the others. I would never have a friend like you.
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And I will always know. I value you just as much and that, my dear friend, will never change.
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I know. You so rarely change your mind about anything -
[ maybe she's teasing. ]
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[ she'll only dare this teasing with Morgana. ]
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[ She is so stubborn. ]
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[ she tries not to laugh as she agrees with her. Determined, stubborn, perhaps they're the very same thing. ]
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