ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪs sɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ʙᴏᴀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ɪᴛ ʜᴏᴍᴇ

[impetuous]

Morgana.

[ He doesn't think she will need anything else. ]

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[scinlae]

[ She can't ignore it, no more than she can ignore her own selfish feelings for him. They may no longer be the same person (torn, fractured, two factions waring over who she is supposed to be) but those acts were committed by her hands.

Her hands find his chest, fingers curling around fabric. ]

I am sorry. [ The words will not change things, they will not fix the wounds she had inflicted but she says them anyway. Resting her forehead on his chest. ] I am sorry.

[impetuous]

I know.

[ only reason he has not stabbed her, lbr here. wait until someone drops the bomb later.

He rests his cheek on top of her head and breathes deeply. Uncomfortable, he tries for levity. ]

What a lovely picture we must make, hmm? I have to say, considering all the times this place has dropped me in your bed, I am sorely disappointed today it didn't.

[scinlae]

[ WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT?

She attempts a laugh, but it is pathetic both in sound and strength. ]

Perhaps it forgot.

[ What matter is that he is here now. And he ─ ]

Gwaine. [ She lifts her head suddenly. ] You still, you still want us, do you not?

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[ He frowns. Is this a trick question? ]

I'd have thought it obvious.

[scinlae]

[ She nods, pleased by his answer. ]

While you were gone Arthur he ─ he lost his memories of Paradisa, permanently. [ Both a blessing and a curse, it leaves her the only one with almost five years worth of memories but it also means he no longer remembers what happened before Gwaine left. ]

What he did, what he said, none of it is valid anymore. You are still his knight.

We will have to tell him about us ourselves and soon.

[impetuous]

[ You must

be joking ]

How? What happened to Arthur?

[ ALLEN. WHAT DID YOU NOT TELL HIM. ]

[scinlae]

[ Look at her face? Does she appear like she is joking? ]

I don't know, one day he simply woke and no longer remembered any of it.

I had been staying with him at the time, I heard nothing that night, it simply happened.

[impetuous]

Where's he staying now? Do you know?

[scinlae]

I do, providing he has not moved again. [ Which would not surprise her, their relationship is on unsteady ground. ]

[impetuous]

I'll talk to him.

[ A pause and he clarifies: ] I'll talk to him first.

[scinlae]

[ She opens her mouth to protest before closing it again and nodding. ]

Very well.

[impetuous]

Let's sit. You can tell me what else I've missed.

[scinlae]

Little else. [ Nevertheless she takes his hand and leads him to the bed, to sit of course. ]

There are two Merlin's, one of our Camelot and one of another. The second is older, vastly different than the one we know. [ A beat. ] And Igraine, Arthur's mother though only in name, she has come from the second Merlin's world and Arthur has accepted her as his mother.

[impetuous]

[ 'We know?' ]

Who's Merlin?

[scinlae]

[ Morgana blinks, the look she gives him torn between disbelief and utter confusion.

It couldn't be... ]

Merlin, Arthur's servant? [ Emrys, her enemy, the one who poisoned her. ] He is your friend.

[impetuous]

You do remember how many servants Arthur has? [ You know. Because of the whole king thing. And also: ] I don't think the man can put on shoes without help.

[scinlae]

Merlin goes where ever Arthur does, it is impossible not to see one without the other.

[impetuous]

[ Nope. Sorry. Brain connection fail. ]

[scinlae]

[ She stares at him for a few moments in silence. ]

Paradisa... it must've taken your memories of him. [ No, that is not relief you hear that it was not memories of her that were taken. ]

[impetuous]

You sound relieved.

[scinlae]

[ ...Crap.

She looks away from him, focusing instead on the nearby floor. ]

I ─

[ Really really am. ]

Call me selfish and cruel if you wish, but part of me is glad it was not me you forgot.

[impetuous]

[ Call him selfish and cruel, but part of him wishes he had. But he gives no impression of this as he again opts for joking. He tugs on his chain. ]

How else would I have got this back?

[scinlae]

[ She inhales deeply, gaze fixed on the floor, fingers picking at the fabric of her dress. ]

It would have been returned to you, even if you had no memory of the woman you gave it to.

[impetuous]

That's very kind of you, my lady. [ He nudges her knee with his. ] Is the floor so much more interesting than me?

[scinlae]

It wouldn't be right to keep it. [ She swallows the lump forming in her throat and forces herself to look at him again. ] No.

[ But something doesn't feel right, it feels as if there is a wedge stuck between them now. A wound stopping them from falling back on what they had been.

She is scared, she realizes, she is scared that perhaps his feelings will change. That her actions will harm them, that because of her things between them will never properly be the same. ]