(no subject)

[impetuous]

CLEMENTINE
[ Totally not checking up. Nope. ] Found anything interesting lately?


ROOM FILTER
[ While Morgana sorts through her jewelry, Gwaine stretches on the bed. He accidentally knocks a candle off the bedside table. It rolls underneath the bed.

Gwaine bends over the edge, feeling for the candle. His fingers touch wood instead. A small frown knitting his brow, Gwaine pulls it out.

It is a pretty box. Hand-decorated with leaves and flowers. Gwaine is about to ask Morgana about it when he fumbles it open. Inside are several letters. He picks up the first one to read. His confused frown deepens. ]

Morgana? What are these letters?

LUCREZIA
We need to talk.

Comments

[scinlae]

[ She pauses mid inspection of a necklace with sapphires adorning a gold chain. The question, in her opinion, is out of the blue and she frowns a little at his reflection. ]

They are letters.

[impetuous]

Yes. I can see that.

[scinlae]

Then what is it that bothers you? [ She looks away from his reflection, arranging the necklace slightly on her vanity. ]

[impetuous]

Because there are letter and there are letters. And these [ he waves them around ] are letters.

[scinlae]

[ Something in his tone makes her stop, looking up at the reflection. Letters. She turns suddenly, almost leaping up from the chair. ]

Yes, they are. [ Crossing the floor she reaches over to take the letter from him. ]

[impetuous]

[ Oh no, you don't. He whips his arm back, holding them out of reach. ]

Now that we've agreed on that, can I get an explanation?

[scinlae]

[ EXCUSE ME, THOSE ARE HER LETTERS. ]

What is there to say? You were gone and she helped heal the fractures of my heart.

[impetuous]

[ You know, he would have preferred a torrid love affair. ]

I am glad she did. And you must do the same for her, giving soul that you are. Tell me, how long did it take you two to find each other?

[willrememberthat]

[She sounds excited to hear from him.]

Oh, hi! Mm, I haven't really found anything interesting, but I did ask the castle for a lot of sticky notes. I have them in every color! I'm using them for math.

[impetuous]

I don't think I've ever seen sticky notes. What can you stick them to?

[willrememberthat]

They're little pieces of paper with adhesive [yeah, vocab word!!] on the back, so you can write notes and stick them on... anything! Even foreheads.

I'm putting them on my wall, though.

[impetuous]

Do you make things on the wall with them too? Flowers, suns, lovestruck turtles...?

[willrememberthat]

Lovestruck turtles? What do those even look like?

[impetuous]

They cannot be described. They can only be seen.

[willrememberthat]

That doesn't make sense. Everything that you can see can be described!

[impetuous]

Not everything. Sometimes there isn't a good way to describe things. Why do you think the word "indescribable" exists?

Gwaine

[heloise]

Yes? [ That kind of summon is never for good... ]

Lady Lucrezia; 1/2

[impetuous]

[ Gravely: ] Certain matters have come to my attention.

Lady Lucrezia

[impetuous]

[ And then much more wounded and dramatic: ] I was gone so long and did not receive a single letter from you. Not one.

Gwaine

[heloise]

[ She doesn't quite connect this matter with the letters sent to Morgana yet. ]

Perhaps I only did not know how to send the letters I did write in my mind.

Lady Lucrezia

[impetuous]

Morgana received hers.

[ And in the background, Morgana sighs a very exasperated, "Gwaine." ]

Gwaine

[heloise]

Perhaps because she was here with me when I had pen and paper.

Lucrezia

[impetuous]

Do you lack for the pen or the paper?

Gwaine

[heloise]

Now? Only your address, I believe.

Lucrezia

[impetuous]

[ He's staying with Morgana and I have no idea what room that is :x ]