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

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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 makes a sound in response. When he speaks, his voice is low, but not quite a whisper. ]

What are you thinking?

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Nothing. [ Thinking can be a little dangerous right now. Her own voice is quiet, almost as if she spoke any louder the bubble that makes up their current world will shatter. ]

[impetuous]

Mm.

[ Settling more comfortably, he runs a hand through her hair. Try as he might, he cannot seem to stop touching her. ]

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[ She doesn't protest. It's... nice. Really nice. And further tempting her towards the sleep threatening to overtake her. ]

What are you thinking?

[impetuous]

That I can't stop touching you.

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I have noticed.

[impetuous]

[ He chuckles and finally pulls his hand back. ]

Look. Hands to myself.

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That wasn't a complaint. [ Nevertheless she does chuckle a little at it. ]

[impetuous]

[ He presses his lips together to try to stop a smile. It does not work. It also does not take him very long before he is reaching for her hand and taking it between both of his. He glances at their hands and shakes his head. ]

I can't stop, see?

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[ It brings out another chuckle, lazily brushing her fingers against the palms of his hands. ]

Mm, that is quite the problem. [ She's teasing, of course. ]

[impetuous]

It is terrible. What am I to do now?

[ Besides kissing her hand. Which he is. He smiles at her from behind their joined hands. ]

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I fear I do not know. [ Isn't she the most helpful? ]

[impetuous]

[ The helpfulest. He grins. ]

Makes two of us then.

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[ Certainly can't find anyone more helpful than her. ]

I am sure it will come to you.

[ With the smile she closes her eyes for a moment. Just a moment. ]

[impetuous]

[ He continues massaging her hand. Eventually, he also closes his eyes. He was woken up a bit too early today for his liking and after their rather vigorous activities, he is tired. It does not take him very long to fall into a light doze. ]

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[ It doesn't take her long at all to drift to sleep, with her hand still within his. She stays like that for some time, sleeping peacefully.

A shame it doesn't last.

She isn't sure how much time has past when it begins, the flashes. Choppy images she can barely make out. Indiscernible voices. Emotions that make her chest constrict and hurt. The same motions, familiar and yet no less distressing.

She jerks awake eyes wide, still caught within the nonsensical things she had seen. She gasps, screams caught within her throat, unable to escape. Doubling over she pulls the blankets closer to herself, utterly forgetting she shares her bed. ]

[impetuous]

[ He startles awake with her. At her reaction, he is sitting up and moving over her, looking for a nonexistent danger before he realizes no one but them is there. ]

Morgana? [ He reaches for her. ] Hey, hey. Morgana. It's a dream, that's all it is. You're safe.

[ He continues whispering comforting nonsense, trying to get her to relax. ]

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[ She flinches, his voice pounds against her skull, and she turns to him. Surprised. Gwaine? Oh god. ]

No. [ He shouldn't—This shouldn't have happened. ] It wasn't, it wasn't. [ He doesn't understand. ]

I saw— [ She has no idea what she saw. Again. ]

[impetuous]

What-wasn't what? What did you see? Morgana?

[ She is right. He does not understand. Confusion and concern mark a frown. He does not know how to help here. He strokes her arm in a comforting gesture, unsure what else to do. ]

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[ The gesture does calm her down considerably, her panic lessens and she leans a little into it. ]

I don't know. I don't—I'm sorry. [ Breathe. Calm down, calm down. ]

[impetuous]

[ He continues speaks comforting things he could not recall or repeat the specifics of later. Kissing her temple, he holds her until she is calm again. ]

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[ It works. Wonderfully in fact. She calms quicker than she would have on her own. And when she does, she tries to shut the dream from her mind. Tries, with little avail. ]

I am sorry. You were not... I did not want you to witness that. [ It wasn't suppose to happen. Much like other things that happened today. ]

[impetuous]

Does this happen a lot?

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Sometimes. [ More often than that, but it doesn't need to be said. ]

[impetuous]

Isn't there anything can be done?