a tiny kingdom at the bottom of the trees

[scinlae]

ᴡʜᴏ: Morgana & open!?
ᴡʜᴀᴛ: Because clearly after having your mind messed with for a week you go and take your frustrates out on a helpless wall. With magic.
ᴡʜᴇɴ: After the plot!
ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ: In a less crowded part of the city.




[ It thrums in her fingers, through her palms, and up her arms. Familiar friend. Her ears barely registers the words that leave her mouth, but her eyes see the wall crack loudly. Dust stirs around hem of her dress.

The memories are too raw, too real, she claws at them uselessly. Trying to get them out of her head.

Crack.

Was this a punishment? Some sort of cruel joke? To remind her of how things had been. Of how she used to be.

(she is dead and gone)

(please stop bringing her back)

Flames surge through the crack, splitting it wider with a deafening sound. It echoes in her head, in the air around her. She laughs and the flames roar only to die, withering as they try to escape the crack. As if the air itself smothered them until they turned to embers.

This fixes nothing but ease the pressure in her chest. ]

Comments

[impetuous]

Feel better?

[ Exactly how long he has been there, watching, is not immediately obvious. ]

[scinlae]

[ The voice stops her, she spins stopping short of blowing him away. Gwaine. It's just Gwaine. ]

How long have you been standing there?

[impetuous]

Not too long. [ He moves toward her. ] You mind?

[scinlae]

[ They were so happy, they didn't have that pressure weighing down on them. Her madness, his banishment. Things were as close to perfect as they could ever get─

She shakes her head. ]

No. [ She doesn't, but she does. Memories both fake and real war in her head. It's deafening. ]

[impetuous]

If there's one good thing to come out of this, I doubt the wall will speak out of turn again. [ Or what's left of it.

Reaching her, he brushes her hair over her shoulder. ] Breathe.

[scinlae]

Better a wall that something that bleeds. [ It took all of her willpower not to lash out on something living.

She exhales, head tilting towards him. ] It is difficult.

[impetuous]

I know. [ Trying to get at least a smile, he aims a lopsided smile at her. ] I was Allen's mother. I'll never live that down.

[scinlae]

[ He gets a ghost of one. ] Truly, it will follow you to the grave.

[impetuous]

Come on. Let's get away from here. [ Taking her hand, he tugs gently. ]

[waterbends]

[ Katara is left startled and wincing, her curled hand pressed to her ear as she watches Morgana. She doesn't know if she should step in, intervene-- is this woman a danger to herself? A danger to others, maybe?

So she stands at what she hopes is a safe distance, trying to catch her at a calm moment, though her stance is clearly defensive. ]

Miss. Miss-- are you alright?

[scinlae]

[ Morgana's attention snaps towards the voice, eyes narrowed and undoubtedly wild. Word hang on the tip of her tongue, a spell that would throw her back only held back by a tiny voice in her head. ]

I am fine.

[waterbends]

[ Katara's shoulders set carefully, eyebrows lifting at Morgana's tone as she adjusts the weight of the bag dangling from her forearm. Welp. She's clearly walked into something. ]

I don't know if I.. believe that. Sorry.

[scinlae]

[ It is not a good day for Morgana, not in the slightest. The scratching is terrible today. And the castle, the damned castle. ]

And I do not care, leave.

[waterbends]

[ This really isn't any of her business. She needs to get out of there; that's not a playful tone in Morgana's voice. ]

-- is there anything I can do to help? If you tell me what's wrong..

[scinlae]

[ She sneers, frustration climbing. She knows this type, the Lady Morgana counted herself as one in a way. It is just another reminder of what was and what is gone. Why can't she escape it? Why must it dog her every step? ]

If I wanted your help child, I would have asked for it. [ Her fingers tingle with magic demanding release. ] I do not wish your help, nor do I need it. Why is that so hard for you understand?

[waterbends]

[ The 'child' rankles her a little bit; it's so different here in Paradisa. You're a child at fifteen here, but old enough to save the world at home.

She holds her hands up, though, taking a step back. ]

I was just afraid you'd hurt yourself. That's all.

[ .. but she's still not moving. ]

[scinlae]

Hurt myself? [ What was a sneer turns into bitter laughter. ] Never.

Take your kind heart, I do not want it.

[succubitch]

[Lilah got spared the latest game the castle decided to play on people, and the more she's heard about it, the more she's glad for it.

She's been taking a walk through the city, heading back to her home when she sees someone throwing fire and other spells at the wall. She raises a brow.]

That looks productive.

[scinlae]

[ She grits her teeth, resisting every urge to lash out at the source of the voice. You'll be proving Arthur right, it whispers. It baffles her why she cares, but she does and as such resists. ]

Better this wall and something that bleeds. [ She all but hisses. ]

[succubitch]

I suppose so. Though people tend to heal more easily then property damage, at least some of the time.

[scinlae]

I will not give Arthur the pleasure of saying he was right. [ She says it more to herself than the other woman.

Buildings can be fixed, they bare no scars, no memories. They cannot speak or feel. A building cannot run to her brother and tell him how right he was, how Morgana is a monster. With no heart or soul. ]

[succubitch]

Right about what? [sorry, but if you're going to speak like that, she's going to ask. She's nosy.]

[scinlae]

Everything. [ It's both telling as it is vague. Be as noisy as you like, it is unlikely you'll get much from her. ]

[succubitch]

Fair enough. [A woman after her own heart, she's never been quick to give away information either.]

[scinlae]

Why are you here? [ Still here. Morbid curiosity only takes you so far. ]