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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[ Without the warm, she lazily pulls the sheets closer to herself, shifting to get herself comfortable. She watches him for a moment with a sleepy smile before her eyes slide close. ]

[impetuous]

[ He continues stroking her arm until he believes her asleep. He is tired—exhausted really—but he has no desire to sleep. He sits up, trying to disturb the bed as little as possible. Finding his pants on the floor, he pulls them on and stands up. Padding to the table, he picks up the bottle with the leftover wine from breakfast and pours himself a glass. Taking a sip, he faces the window. When he reaches it, he does not try to open it. He looks out to the grounds below, everything still covered in an unnatural blanket of white. The wine turns bitter on his tongue. He tries to get rid of the taste with another swallow, draining the glass. Acerbic it remains, but it warms him. The frown he did not know he had softens to the barest knitting of his brows. Resting his head against the windowsill, he exhales, closing his eyes. ]