your words will soon desert you

[scinlae]

( filtered to everyone who knows arthur pendragon )

[ Shortly after this post Morgana throws up a filter. Her voice tense as it is level: ] As many of you can see Arthur no longer remembers Paradisa, I do not know how this happened or why but the simple fact is that he no longer remembers. I do not believe this is some sort of loss, it is as if his mind has been completely wiped clean of his memories of this place. He is... a blank slate, so to speak.

I make this filter so that those who know details of our lives stay silent about them. If he is to find out it is better from the lips of those involved not from the lips of strangers. [ So basically shut up or she'll shut you up herself. ]

Speak to him of Paradisa all you like, but do not speak of things involving myself or any from our world. It is not for you to do and frankly none of you have the right.

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[scinlae]

I would keep him as safely as I keep my own heart.

[heloise]

How safely do you keep your heart, Morgana? [ Teasing! ]

[scinlae]

It is kept under iron and stone, lock and key.

[heloise]

[ She chuckles. ] And where do you keep this key?

[scinlae]

Hidden away, so only those worthy may find it.

[heloise]

How very few would be worthy.

[scinlae]

It is the only way to protect it.

[heloise]

So it is.

[scinlae]

[ Silence envelopes her old wounds fester quietly and she chews her bottom lip. Does she share the same scars? ]

I must thank you again, Lucrezia, I owe you a great debt.