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.

Comments

[impetuous]

[ Oh, his loss. He hates his loss so much some days. Today being one of them. ]

I...can no longer put one on myself.

[videres]

[ ...

She's not laughing, no, not at all. It's just a giggle. Really. ]

[impetuous]

It is not funny!

[ And he is not trying to keep from laughing because it actually is funny. Not at all. ]

[videres]

Of course it isn't. [ She presses her lips together to stifle her laughter. ]

Does this mean I will have to aid you? Should you decide to wear one?

[impetuous]

If you wish to. I'm sure I can find a way to cover myself with a sheet if I must.

[ No, Gwaine. No sheets. You try and they disappear. ]

[videres]

[ No, don't you dare make her sheets disappear. ]

A shirt would be much better than a sheet.

[impetuous]

Then. [ With no other choice, he wishes for a shirt and holds it out to her. ] If you will.

[videres]

Very well. [ She gets up and takes the shirt, stepping closer to him so she can guide the sleeves over his arms. ]

[impetuous]

[ He's got so much practice being a mannequin already he's practically your very own dress-up doll. Wherever you move him, he complies. ]

[videres]

[ That's wonderful, she would have to drastic measures if he had been difficult. It only takes her a matter of moments to get the shirt on him proper, tugging it down over his head. ]

There.

[impetuous]

[ He smiles. ]

Thank you, Morgana.

[videres]

[ And she smiles in return. ]

You are welcome.

[impetuous]

As we're stuck for the foreseeable future, shall we eat?

[ Well-organized priorities, Gwaine. You have them. ]

[videres]

Ah, of course. [ Sadly she lacks a kitchen in her room, so they will have to request some food from the ghosts. Technology and Morgana do not really mix.

She wishes up some breakfast, which is dutifully brought by the ghosts and placed on the nearby table. ]

[impetuous]

[ He can barely deal with his iPod so he's more than okay with wishing. He walks to the table and stands behind a chair, pulling it out so she may sit. ]

My lady.

[videres]

[ She smiles, bowing her head and taking her seat. ]

Thank you.

[ It's annoying. She cannot stop herself from being charmed by his words, his actions. ]

[impetuous]

[ And he's not even trying very hard to be charming right now. He merely takes his seat and smiles warmly at her. For once thankful that he had manners drilled into him as a child, he serves himself a plate like a proper gentleman. ]

[videres]

[ Which makes it all the more annoying.

Her own manners are painfully apparent as she begins to eat, all habits she cannot bring herself to get rid of. Though she suspects that she could not erase them even if she tried. ]

[impetuous]

[ And here he's going to toss manners out the window. (He had them longer now than he ever has before with anyone else.) ]

Oh, here. You've a little something— [ He stretches a hand to her, his half-curled fingers barely grazing her cheek and his thumb wiping at a shadow of something close to the corner of her mouth. ]

[videres]

[ Gwaine. Gwaine. What are you doing?

She can feel his fingers against her skin before she can mount a protest, her eyes widening in obvious surprise. ]

...

[impetuous]

[ At her non-reaction, he realizes what he is doing and pulls his hand back. He offers her an apologetic smile. ]

Sorry.

[videres]

It is... okay. [ She brings a hand up to where his had been merely seconds ago. Dammit, why do you have to do these sorts of things. ]

Thank you.

[impetuous]

[ Because he wouldn't be him unless he did. And you wouldn't like him half as much. He nods wordlessly and resumes eating. After a moment, he laughs softly and turns his head to look at her. ]

This is actually nice. If it were not for the locked-in part, it would be great.

[videres]

You are right, being locked in does tend to ruin things. [ It really is nice, being in his presence. Ironic, she thinks, as such a thing wouldn't have been possible before. ]

At least the company is pleasant enough.

[impetuous]

[ He raises his glass to her, a small smile playing about his lips. His eyes never flicker away from her face.]

I will drink to that.