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]

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

[scinlae]

[ She looks down at his hand, curling her fingers. Away from here. ]

Alright.

[impetuous]

[ He's been in the city long enough to learn the maze of smaller streets like the back of his hand. He navigates away from the busy areas. Truth be told, he needs some inkling of peace. For the moment, he's quiet. He never lets go of her hand. ]

[scinlae]

[ She notices the route, the direction they're heading. Away from noise, from the people. A good choice. Once the sounds of life fade into a whisper she focuses on him. ]

Where are we going?

[impetuous]

[ He slows. Shrugging, he smiles over his shoulder at her. ]

Away from there. Now that we are, we can go wherever we go.

[scinlae]

[ Even with her mood low and mind scrambled she manages to smile. He's good at making her smile. He's good at bringing out the Lady Morgana from the place she is buried. ]

I should not be surprised that you hadn't thought very far ahead.

[impetuous]

Don't I always?

[scinlae]

Indeed. It is part of your charm.

[impetuous]

I do have it on good authority I am a very charming fellow.

[scinlae]

And quiet the heart breaker too, I imagine.

[impetuous]

An unfortunate consequence. Hard as I try, there is always a string of broken hearts behind me. Moreso now.

[scinlae]

[ That brings another smile to her face and a distinct smug feeling. She probably shouldn't be so smug about it, but she find herself caring little. ]

How sad.

[impetuous]

[ He smirks. ]

I get the feeling you really don't find it sad. Wonder why that could be.

[scinlae]

It is quiet the mystery.

[impetuous]

What's a woman without a few mysteries to keep us helpless men enthralled?

[ He kisses her, a simple brush of lips than anything involved. ]

[scinlae]

A bore, most would say.

[ She sighs softly, the feel of his lips already missed. ]

I spoke to him. [ A beat. ] I spoke to Arthur.

[impetuous]

[ Something cold trickles down his back. ]

You—what?

[scinlae]

[ She already regrets the words coming out of her mouth. It was easier to avoid it all together. ]

I spoke to him.

[impetuous]

[ About?, lingers on the tip of his tongue. Morbid curiosity seizes him. Yet he keeps the question to himself. ]

It went that well.

[scinlae]

[ She barks a laugh. ] That depends on your definition of well.

I told him I... regret the things I have done. [ Should be said first, the mention of him can come later. ]

[impetuous]

[ And he didn't believe you. He can't blame Arthur; it's taken him close to a year to trust Morgana fully and all he knew of her were tales. ]

Trust will take time. He'll see the truth of it eventually.

[scinlae]

[ No, he didn't. She didn't expect him too, after everything his trust is the last thing she would demand of him. ]

Eventually. [ She parrots, eyes dropping to the ground beneath her feed. ] It needed to be said regardless of how little it has effected things.

I know Arthur well, he is stubborn and hurt. He does not let go of things so easily. Eventually may not come for a long time.

[impetuous]

[ Uncaring of who might see, he pulls her toward him and rests his cheek atop her head. ]

Give it time. Time can do a lot, especially in a place like this. Could you have imagined us when we met?

[ He kisses her hair. ]

I know you're true. He will too.

[scinlae]

[ He's so hopeful. Or perhaps he is blind. He has not known Arthur as long as she has, he has not been through this song and dance before. (but this time it is different, this time it is more violent) Morgana wants to laugh at him, touch his cheek and tell him of their realty.

It leaves her with the impossible choice of crushing what little hope he has or not. ]

I am not sure you would think that if you knew what he said about you.

[impetuous]

[ Or offering comfort he knows to be empty for lack of any other kind.

At her words, he pulls back. He doesn't yet let go of her shoulders, but he keeps her at arm's length. ]

You were speaking of me?