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

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[ 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.

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[ 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.

Yes. I can see that.

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

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

[ 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. ]

[ 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?

[ EXCUSE ME, THOSE ARE HER LETTERS. ]

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

[ 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?

Gwaine. [ It is not hard for her to see that he is taking her words out of context, that he is imagining things that did not happen. ]

She is a friend, a dearly treasured friend who gave me comfort in letters when I needed it. Whatever you are thinking did not happen.

[ His smile is sharp as a knife. ]

Yes, you seem very friendly.

Put it from your mind, you are imagining things that never happened.

What am I imagining, Morgana?

That I sought comfort in another's flesh. [ She moves closer, cupping his cheek. ] Do not be foolish.

Then why this?

[ Nope. Gonna be jealous. Let him be jealous. ]

They are letters love, harmless letters. [ All that jealously is adorable, but only to a point. Stop being silly. ]

[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.

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

Why were they hidden?

To keep them safe.

[ He wants to ask if she meant to protect them from his eyes. Gwaine brings his arm down for her to take them. ]

[ She doesn't, instead she takes a gentle hold of his face and kisses him. It is a certain kiss, something to put the false whispers in his head to ease. ]

[ He remains unresponsive first before grabbing her by the waist and pulling her down on the bed with him. ]

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.

[ She allows it, falling without fight nor struggle, breathing a short laugh as she pulls away. ]

Have you finished being jealous? [ She traces the line of his face with her finger, hovering so close her breath caresses his skin. ]

I was not jealous. [ Okay maybe a little.

Okay maybe a lot. ]

I am hurt there were no letters for me. Not a single one.

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