forward dated to after the mirror plot

[scinlae]

( arthur )

[ She has no interest in the disappearances, it is simply another ploy of the castles, those returned will find their way back or the residents will miraculously manage to save them at the last minute.

There is something else that requires her attention: ]

Before you rip this page out in a childish fit of rage, I implore you to hear me out sire. We find ourselves at something of a standstill, each waiting for the other to make their move, or wallowing in self pity and anger. [ She means him, of course, she would do no such thing. ]

I would propose a tentative truce, for lack of better words, in our little war of wounds.

While I hold little love for you, dear brother, killing you here would be pointless and would gain me nothing. As such the desire to do so dwindles. I will not come after you, I will not scheme your death, I will not harm your little friends--provided you do the same. Should you or yours dare to attack me I will respond in kind.

You may continue hating me if you so wish, I care little, though if you act on that hate and make a strike against me I will make you rue that day.

[ She does not expect an answer or him to eve agree, but she has made her stance and this the important part here. He knows where she stands even if she does not know his position. She is sick of jumping at shadows, seeing enemies where there are none. This will, at least, put her to some ease. ]
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[Morgana;]

[excalibured]

[There's a long silence. While he's prone at times, to fits of temper, that was hardly going to be his first reaction. The time for behaving childishly was long over, and it was childish sentiment alone, that had him come at her unarmed once they'd met. It had proven pointless. No, he wouldn't make that mistake again.

The way to approach this, was of a tactician. With careful consideration. And, if he's honest with himself, he's amused. It's a dark sort of humour. It takes absolutely no skill at all to see to the heart of the matter. She's offering because he's got her running scared. Here? He has all the allies he needs, and while he had them at Camelot as well, so did she. Here? She has none, or the number has dwindled considerably. She has no defence.

It has very little to do with the rest of it, he's sure. She'd kill him simply for the satisfaction, gain or no. Arthur has to, as well, acknowledge the double standard. If he were to strike back at her now, it would only be in response to all the moves she had made against him, forcing her to rue the day she'd ever betrayed him, but he has plenty of time for that later.

When he does respond, his voice is even, and the amusement is still there]

It is a wonder, with how far you've fallen, that you still think so highly of yourself. I've no care for you, and me and mine as you've put it, have thought of you little, if we have at all.

You with your lack of magic, are of no concern to me. Now that I have put your mind at ease... [Because there is no way in hell he's pretending this is anything else to preserve her sense of dignity]

I will take my leave. [HI NOT TALKING TO YOU, YOU SUCK YOU SUCK YOU SUCK YOU SUUUUUUCKKKK]

[Arthur;]

[scinlae]

[ The fact that he bothered to answer at all is enough to stun her momentarily. She had expected him to simply ignore this filter all together and continue on with his pathetic existence. Yet here he is, rejecting any and all suggestions of a compromise or anything akin to it.

Perhaps he cares more than he thinks.

Her reply, at first, is nothing more than laughter. Traces of their father's madness clinging to each syllable. ]

Oh Arthur, you are foolish to think I would be without magic forever. Whatever it was that was done to me is long gone. [ She has to means to kill him, and do great harm to those he knows. Only there is not pleasure or satisfaction to be taken out of his death here, that much is true. Whether he chooses the believe it or not. ]

You do that then.