i won't let you choke on the noose around your neck

[videres]

ᴡʜᴏ: Morgana & Gwaine
ᴡʜᴀᴛ: Valentine's Shenanigans.
ᴡʜᴇɴ: Feb. 11th - 13th
ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ: Morgana's now Valentine's themed room. CURSE YOU CASTLE.
ʀᴀᴛɪɴɢ: ... THINGS HAPPENED. RATING GONE UP TO R. JUST TO BE SAFE.




[ When she wakes it is with a start, body tensing as her eyes snap open. She's not a deep sleeper, not like a long shot, unless thoroughly exhausted. So how he managed to climb into her bed without her waking is a mystery to her. Even more so than why he would come all the way from the town just to--

Sitting up suddenly, she pulls the blankets to herself, shuffling towards the edge of her bed in an attempt to put space between them. ]

Gwaine. [ Wake up. Now. And please get the hell out of her bed. ] Gwaine.

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[impetuous]

[ He groans sleepily. If he's being woken up for early morning training—again—the pillow is going to go flying. ]

What is—

[ When he begins the question two things occur at once: 1) he finally recognizes Morgana's very feminine tone and 2) his eyes blink open to an unfamiliar ceiling. Suddenly awake, he turns his head to find her. He's having a horrifying sense of déjà vu, except this time accompanied by a blatant lack of knowledge as to where he is or how he got there. ]

Where are we? Why are you in bed with me?

[videres]

[ She shoots him an annoyed look, pulling the blankets further to herself. He's lucky she didn't decide to fling him across the room with her magic. ]

Seeing as this is my bed I should be asking you that question. [ At least she thinks it is her bed, it is hard to tell with the pink satin blankets. ]

keywords

[impetuous]

This is your...of course.

[ He sits up, rubbing at his eyes. ]

Should I even bother asking why or is this another of the castle's quirks?

HAHAHA

[videres]

I.. [ She blinks, taking in the state of the room before sighing. ]

It is the castle. [ Shuffling even further to the edge of the bed, she casts him a short glance, letting go of the blankets only to pick up her dressing gown from beside the bed. ] I can only assume it wishes the promote togetherness, or something to that effect.

[impetuous]

[ ... ]

Togetherness? [ He scoffs. Standing up, he tries to find the door. ] I can do without the castle's help there.

[videres]

[ THANK GOD HE IS WEARING PANTS... RIGHT? RIGHT? ]

As can I. [ She puts her dressing gown on, hugging it to herself as he starts moving around. ] It should be over there. [ She points towards what looks like a giant heart plush sitting beside the door that looks like cupid vomited up on. Glitter and hearts. Yay... ]

[impetuous]

[ He sleeps on a sofa. Of course, he has pants. But if she wants him to put on a shirt, she'll have to dress him herself.

He makes a face Morgana doesn't see at the all the glitter and hearts and tries the door.

...

He tries it a bit more vigorously. ]

[videres]

[ When the door doesn't open as she expects it too she frowns, moving towards Gwaine with an impatient sigh. Why isn't he leaving? ]

Surely you are not having trouble with opening a simple door?

[impetuous]

[ Because the door is evil. He's not staying because he secretly loves being with you or something crazy like that. ]

Were anything here simple, we would all be happier.

[This. Door. Won't. Budge. B| ]

[videres]

[ Of course not, that would just be ridiculous. ]

Move aside.

[ She doesn't really give him a moment to move, pushing her way in and trying to open the door herself. Because yes, she'd totally have more luck than he would.

Only she doesn't and try as she might, the door refuses to open. ]

[impetuous]

[ Because he is such a guy, he is raising an eyebrow at her. If he couldn't open the door by force, no way she is. ]

Think magic might help?

[videres]

Magic?

[ She gives him a look as if she is thoroughly bothered he'd suggest such a thing, it is habit of course and vanishes as quickly as it appeared, her attention returning to the unruly door.

There is a moment of nothing then she inhales, eyes glowing a brilliant gold and an invisible force slamming against the door. It does not move, but the force does ruffle the decorations around them. ]

...No, I think magic will not help.

[impetuous]

[ Golden eyes. That's hot. ]

Right.

[ Gonna try the windows now. Watch him fail. ]

[videres]

[ He can go fail she'll return to the bed and sit down on it. It could be worse, she could be stuck with someone she doesn't like. But then again, being stuck with Gwaine isn't exactly the best either... considering their last encounter. ]

Any luck?

[impetuous]

[ A door and window defeated him. A door and a window. He walks back toward her, shaking his head. ]

None. Are we the only ones locked in?

[videres]

[ Your pride must be pretty sore right now.

She picks her journal off from her beside table, flicking through it briefly. ]

No, there are others trapped in the same predicament.

[impetuous]

[ Yes. Yes, it is. Morgana should rub it and make it feel better.

He picks the least offensive to the senses chair to sit in. ]

You've been exposed to the whims of this place longer than I. How long should I expect this to last?

[videres]

[ She will be doing no such thing. Yet.

She tears her eyes from the journal to watch him briefly, twitching slightly as he sits. That's... Jr.'s chair. ]

I could be correctly predict it even if I wished too. It may last a few days, or it may last a week. We cannot know for sure.

[ Why? Do you want to be rid of her already? GOSH GWAINE. ]

[impetuous]

[ No, but he'd like to know how much time he's got. For science. ]

In that case, what would you like to do until the door decides to open?

[videres]

[ Of course. For science. ]

For one I would like to get dressed.

[impetuous]

Of course. I'll...I'll be over there.

[ He'll just get up, turn his back and wander away. It's about the best he can do. ]

[videres]

Thank you.

[ At least her changing board is still in the room, though covered in decorations and hearts. Picking one of her many dresses from the closest she disappears behind the board and starts changing.

Don't you dare peak. B| ]

[impetuous]

[ He wouldn't da—no! No. Not looking. He's being good. ]

[videres]

[ Good Gwaine, no looking. Not even when she is down to nothing but her undergarments for a moment before she begins to get into her dress. ]

[impetuous]

[ ...he peeked. He's staring at a wall now, but he might have tried to catch a glimpse. ]