[ There's a brief pause for consideration, but his reply isn't hesitant. ]
Outside, in the gardens. Near the fountain.
[ He sounds both willing and resolved to meet with her, but forgive him if he doesn't trust that this is just for a chat. That meeting in the woods of Wonderland tempered his suspicions, but that doesn't change the fact that she's nearly killed him time and again. ]
[ Morgana doesn't reply, she closes the journal the instant she has his and heads outside, every step laced with determination.
Perhaps this should be her revenge, placing heavy guilt on his shoulders until it he drowns in it. Drowns in the crushing pressure. It is subtle enough and no less than he deserves. And it is kinder, so much kinder than others.
Finding the fountain is simple enough, waiting proves to be a little harder. Nails scratch at the stone as if doing so would hasten Merlin's travel, perhaps it will perhaps it won't, she does not know and it does not matter. ]
[ He's already in the gardens when she arrives, but he waits to see her and take stock of the state she's in before he approaches. Cautiously, as always, and leaving plenty of ground between them.
It's not the frail Morgana he saw in the woods, but it's hard not to remember her that way, let it soften the harshness of her appearance. It's enough to make him withhold any commands or accusations, tell her to hurry up and say what she has to say, and instead he waits patiently for her to establish the tone of the encounter. Because honestly, he has no idea what to expect at this point. ]
[ She curses herself quietly, she should have noticed his presence the moments she reached the gardens but she hadn't. Her mind far too wrapped in itself and her thoughts.
It doesn't show, she remains silent for a moment scratching at the stone of the fountain.
Where to start? There are so many places she has no idea where to begin. ]
I never knew. [ That's a start. ] I never knew about the spell.
[ And even if he doesn't know what to expect, that'd be the last thing on the list. It's startling, causes his heart to jump into his throat if only for a second. He doesn't have to ask which spell. ]
I should have told you.
[ Told her about the spell, given her a choice, at least let her understand why he did what he did. ] I couldn't - [ Stops, isn't sure how to continue without returning to apologies and excuses. ] There was too much at stake.
[ Less than a second and her blood boils, fingers wanting so desperately to dig into the stone beneath them. Instead she spins on her heels, expression heavy with anger and hurt. ]
You should have, you should have asked. But you didn't, you betrayed me, you poisoned me!
[ She can still feel the poison now, she can still feel her throat burning and her lungs constricting. ]
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Morgana
What do you want, Morgana? [ Not the most neutral of responses, but it's not said with hostility - just wariness. ]
Emrys
To talk, I am allowed as much aren't I? [ After everything that has happened, everything that she has done, everything that he has done. ]
Name a location and I shall meet you there.
[ This is not a conversation to have over the journal, she wants to watch his face when she speaks the words bottled up inside her. ]
Morgana
Outside, in the gardens. Near the fountain.
[ He sounds both willing and resolved to meet with her, but forgive him if he doesn't trust that this is just for a chat. That meeting in the woods of Wonderland tempered his suspicions, but that doesn't change the fact that she's nearly killed him time and again. ]
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Perhaps this should be her revenge, placing heavy guilt on his shoulders until it he drowns in it. Drowns in the crushing pressure. It is subtle enough and no less than he deserves. And it is kinder, so much kinder than others.
Finding the fountain is simple enough, waiting proves to be a little harder. Nails scratch at the stone as if doing so would hasten Merlin's travel, perhaps it will perhaps it won't, she does not know and it does not matter. ]
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It's not the frail Morgana he saw in the woods, but it's hard not to remember her that way, let it soften the harshness of her appearance. It's enough to make him withhold any commands or accusations, tell her to hurry up and say what she has to say, and instead he waits patiently for her to establish the tone of the encounter. Because honestly, he has no idea what to expect at this point. ]
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It doesn't show, she remains silent for a moment scratching at the stone of the fountain.
Where to start? There are so many places she has no idea where to begin. ]
I never knew. [ That's a start. ] I never knew about the spell.
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I should have told you.
[ Told her about the spell, given her a choice, at least let her understand why he did what he did. ] I couldn't - [ Stops, isn't sure how to continue without returning to apologies and excuses. ] There was too much at stake.
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You should have, you should have asked. But you didn't, you betrayed me, you poisoned me!
[ She can still feel the poison now, she can still feel her throat burning and her lungs constricting. ]
I thought ─ [ I thought we were friends. ]