[ She shouldn't have touched it, it was a poor choice, this place is dangerous it has made her fractured and thin, the floor beneath her feet cracking and breaking away.
Shouldn't have touched it, shouldn't be here, it is bad, it is dangerous. It is tearing her apart with each step and each moment, she hears voices where there are no people, she sees people where there are no voices. Gwen, Lancelot, Uther. She screamed at the last, throws whatever her trembling hands can find at him, this phantom of her mind. He is dead, stop haunting her.
It feels like it has been months when her feet take her to the Queen's castle, through the hedge maze lined with the sharp whispers in her ears.
The gardener is paid little notice, but the voice ─ the sharp, loud, and very much there voice does.
Morgana does not cry out, she does not exclaim his name, she simply stops and stands and stares at the sight. The cards and the king, all dressed in red and pink, bearing the voice of someone she can remember clearly. Someone who died, for all intents and purposes, someone who she never thought to see again.
Gwaine?
No, it can't be Gwaine is gone. He left, he left her all alone, he cannot return, it is impossible, he cannot. He cannot. You are going mad girl, completely mad, isn't it about time to have some tea?
Turn around, turn and you shan't see his visage, it will fade with puff of smoke. He doesn't exist see? You're simple mad. ]
I ─
[ She doesn't know what she was going to say, so she clamps her mouth shut, hands unconsciously coming up to cover her mouth. Mad, mad mad mad mad, you're just mad.
Instead of words she laughs something short and broken, heavy feet taking one step backwards. That's right, she's mad, this is not real, not real at all. ]
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Shouldn't have touched it, shouldn't be here, it is bad, it is dangerous. It is tearing her apart with each step and each moment, she hears voices where there are no people, she sees people where there are no voices. Gwen, Lancelot, Uther. She screamed at the last, throws whatever her trembling hands can find at him, this phantom of her mind. He is dead, stop haunting her.
It feels like it has been months when her feet take her to the Queen's castle, through the hedge maze lined with the sharp whispers in her ears.
The gardener is paid little notice, but the voice ─ the sharp, loud, and very much there voice does.
Morgana does not cry out, she does not exclaim his name, she simply stops and stands and stares at the sight. The cards and the king, all dressed in red and pink, bearing the voice of someone she can remember clearly. Someone who died, for all intents and purposes, someone who she never thought to see again.
Gwaine?
No, it can't be Gwaine is gone. He left, he left her all alone, he cannot return, it is impossible, he cannot. He cannot. You are going mad girl, completely mad, isn't it about time to have some tea?
Turn around, turn and you shan't see his visage, it will fade with puff of smoke. He doesn't exist see? You're simple mad. ]
I ─
[ She doesn't know what she was going to say, so she clamps her mouth shut, hands unconsciously coming up to cover her mouth. Mad, mad mad mad mad, you're just mad.
Instead of words she laughs something short and broken, heavy feet taking one step backwards. That's right, she's mad, this is not real, not real at all. ]