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scinlae[ She should have expected it sooner or later, but she didn't. She sat hopeful like she has done many times before. She deluded herself into thinking perhaps this time it will not end the same.
Yet it always does, no matter what it always ends the same.
Opening the journal isn't hard, the movement is too automatic for her liking, too easy, but she does it regardless staring at the page with an expression easily described as blank. That is how she feels isn't it? Blank? Numb? She envies Morgana Pendragon, the high priestess hell bent on reclaiming her throne, she envies her for the stone she put in place of her heart.
(and she loathes her brother, she loathes her sweet knight, she loathes Paradisa itself for taking the stone away ─ for returning to her her heart)
Morgana Pendragon would not care, Morgana Pendragon would not even bother with this. She would laugh at her and call her weak ─ ]
For those who know Damon Salvatore and Katherine Pierce; they have been released from the castle's care and return to their world, and whatever awaits for them there.
[ Her voice is stone, she thinks proudly, it is cold and emotionless. As if she had done this before, as if she had not lost anything at all. She is pleased and leaves it at that, standing in the empty hall with the ghost of a smile upon her lips. ]
Yet it always does, no matter what it always ends the same.
Opening the journal isn't hard, the movement is too automatic for her liking, too easy, but she does it regardless staring at the page with an expression easily described as blank. That is how she feels isn't it? Blank? Numb? She envies Morgana Pendragon, the high priestess hell bent on reclaiming her throne, she envies her for the stone she put in place of her heart.
(and she loathes her brother, she loathes her sweet knight, she loathes Paradisa itself for taking the stone away ─ for returning to her her heart)
Morgana Pendragon would not care, Morgana Pendragon would not even bother with this. She would laugh at her and call her weak ─ ]
For those who know Damon Salvatore and Katherine Pierce; they have been released from the castle's care and return to their world, and whatever awaits for them there.
[ Her voice is stone, she thinks proudly, it is cold and emotionless. As if she had done this before, as if she had not lost anything at all. She is pleased and leaves it at that, standing in the empty hall with the ghost of a smile upon her lips. ]
the turth it no longer thrills me
Jan. 6th, 2013 11:32 amscinlaeIf your greatest enemy arrived here and you had a chance to make them pay for all that they have done, knowing that their death will only be temporary, would you do it? Would you take the chance? Or would you let them live?
[ It frustrates her, not knowing what to do now that he is here. On the one hand she wants to kill him, she wants to make him suffer; for lying to her, for poisoning her, for ruining every one of her plans. (It was him! It was always him!)
Yet on the other hand... on the other hand she doesn't, some lingering feelings want to forgive him. But can she? Does she have the capacity to forgive him after everything? ]
Could you forgive them? For all the harm they have caused to befall you? For all the loss and torment?
I find myself at a cross roads with no idea where to turn, however I want to pose these questions to you Paradisa.
What would you do?
[ It frustrates her, not knowing what to do now that he is here. On the one hand she wants to kill him, she wants to make him suffer; for lying to her, for poisoning her, for ruining every one of her plans. (It was him! It was always him!)
Yet on the other hand... on the other hand she doesn't, some lingering feelings want to forgive him. But can she? Does she have the capacity to forgive him after everything? ]
Could you forgive them? For all the harm they have caused to befall you? For all the loss and torment?
I find myself at a cross roads with no idea where to turn, however I want to pose these questions to you Paradisa.
What would you do?
darkness is a harsh term don't you think
Dec. 7th, 2012 11:59 amscinlaeI have half a mind to remain locked up in my room for the month. [ Annoyed sigh. DECEMBER IS THE WORST. ] Pray tell if it is not birds or bells, what has the castle graced us with this year? Lights?
With any luck they will be able to be destroyed unlike the others. [ Don't crush her hopes Paradisa, please don't crush her hopes. ] I have had my fill of indestructible birds and the like.
[ As for Morgana herself, should you be looking for her, she can be found outside sitting amongst the garden. Despite her talk of remaining in her room for the month she has actually come outside to get some fresh air, or something to that affect.
Either way there she is, to be bothered and pestered like you all know you want to do. ]
(ooc; open for every and anything under the sun. general bothering, kisses, random conversations! all that jazz. come at her bros.)
With any luck they will be able to be destroyed unlike the others. [ Don't crush her hopes Paradisa, please don't crush her hopes. ] I have had my fill of indestructible birds and the like.
[ As for Morgana herself, should you be looking for her, she can be found outside sitting amongst the garden. Despite her talk of remaining in her room for the month she has actually come outside to get some fresh air, or something to that affect.
Either way there she is, to be bothered and pestered like you all know you want to do. ]
(ooc; open for every and anything under the sun. general bothering, kisses, random conversations! all that jazz. come at her bros.)
your words will soon desert you
Sep. 15th, 2012 12:47 pmscinlae( 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.
[ 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.
i'm waking up to ash and dust
Aug. 27th, 2012 09:18 amscinlae( forest filter )
( ooc; this post is open to anyone who wants to run into morgana while she's blowing up trees─it's loud and thus easily heard. she's going to be in the forest to two days, so this post encompass yesterday after finding out gwaine left as well as today! so yeah, it's basically a catch all post or something. just let it be known that it will be impossible to get her to leave. )
( ooc; this post is open to anyone who wants to run into morgana while she's blowing up trees─it's loud and thus easily heard. she's going to be in the forest to two days, so this post encompass yesterday after finding out gwaine left as well as today! so yeah, it's basically a catch all post or something. just let it be known that it will be impossible to get her to leave. )
(no subject)
Jun. 22nd, 2012 11:37 amscinlae[ It takes her some time and a great amount of debate before she decides to open the journal, she could choose not to relay them this message but it does little to help or harm her. ]
There is something you all should know. [ Don't mind how uncaring she sound to all this, just be happy she is even bothering to tell you guys. ]
peaceful is the breadth of sky,
be wary where thou try to lie;
from the depths beasts shall rise,
of earth and blood and fiery eyes;
It is a prophecy, make of it what you will. [ A beat. ] But it would be unwise to ignore it.
There is something you all should know. [ Don't mind how uncaring she sound to all this, just be happy she is even bothering to tell you guys. ]
peaceful is the breadth of sky,
be wary where thou try to lie;
from the depths beasts shall rise,
of earth and blood and fiery eyes;
It is a prophecy, make of it what you will. [ A beat. ] But it would be unwise to ignore it.
(no subject)
May. 21st, 2012 12:20 pmscinlae( room filter )
[ backdated to the morning!
Waking up to someone else in her bed is one of the many things she holds no fondness for. Especially when she distinctly remembers that they certainly were not there when she went to sleep. The fact that it is someone she knows only strengthens it. The fact that it is him causes the battle between her heart and her mind to begin anew.
Well, Morgana certainly hopes you have had a nice sleep Gwaine, as your waking is going to be anything but. Shaking her head she embraces her anger, quickly becoming furious that he managed to find his way into her bed. She takes the dagger she keeps her pillow, fingers tightening around the hilt and in a single swift movement she straddles him. The blade pressing against his throat--isn't this familiar? ]
What are you doing here?
[ backdated to the morning!
Waking up to someone else in her bed is one of the many things she holds no fondness for. Especially when she distinctly remembers that they certainly were not there when she went to sleep. The fact that it is someone she knows only strengthens it. The fact that it is him causes the battle between her heart and her mind to begin anew.
Well, Morgana certainly hopes you have had a nice sleep Gwaine, as your waking is going to be anything but. Shaking her head she embraces her anger, quickly becoming furious that he managed to find his way into her bed. She takes the dagger she keeps her pillow, fingers tightening around the hilt and in a single swift movement she straddles him. The blade pressing against his throat--isn't this familiar? ]
What are you doing here?
(no subject)
May. 3rd, 2012 06:07 pmscinlae( galadriel; )
How callous it must be to slander someone's name without giving them the chance of defend themselves. [ Oh, is this a shot at a certain King and his warning about her recently? Not at all! She would never do anything like that. ] Though I suppose with all the excitement it is something not many would think about.
Fairy tales and witches. [ A laugh. ] How quaint.
How callous it must be to slander someone's name without giving them the chance of defend themselves. [ Oh, is this a shot at a certain King and his warning about her recently? Not at all! She would never do anything like that. ] Though I suppose with all the excitement it is something not many would think about.
Fairy tales and witches. [ A laugh. ] How quaint.
(no subject)
Mar. 18th, 2012 01:38 pmvideres[ When she wakes, it is by no means a pleasant awakening. It feel as if a fire had been lit across her entire body, centering on her right side. The room is too bright, sounds of activity far too loud for her ears, her mouth and throat feels dry, and her stomach twists uncomfortably. An uneasy (angry, tense, like a wild animal forced into an unfamiliar room) feeling settles on her shoulders.
She knows this place.
Morgana pushes herself up, too quickly, and hisses. Her arm protesting as she moves it to her side. Blood. That's right, one of the king's knights got lucky. Her eyes widen as recollection settles in, horses and falling, it felt like years ago, back when she was foolish. So very foolish.
She turns her head towards his bed, expression twisting into a mixture of rage and panic, her free hand groping for a sword that is not there. She could kill him now, rid herself of the thorn in her side. Yet all she can do is sit there, defenseless, legs uncooperative to her mind screams of flee! flee before the idiot king wakes!.
Curse Emrys, curse herself (she should have known), and curse Paradisa. ]
[Waking after something like this, it's always a shock to him. It always feels exactly like being thrown off that horse does, a sharp impact that leaves him winded. He notes next, the way his eyes are sensitive to the light, and there's still a residual dull ache in the back of his head, but once registered instinct still kicks in. More memories of his home than Paradisa flood his senses, and he's tossing the covers back to roll out of bed, hand reaching for the sword nearby and...
He comes face to face with the bane of his kingdom's existence. With the sister he'd never had, turning out to be just that. With the person he'd grown closer with, over time here. He feels just as floored by the sight of her now, as he did only moments ago. But he remembers even more clearly, than all those years ago, how when he approached her sword lowered to speak...She raised her hands to kill him. His sword is raised immediately, tip close to the edge of her nose]
You.
[ She cringes, staring down the sword. The sight of him makes her head hurt and heart ache more than it should, it makes her desire to flee all the more tempting. But where would she go? Her room? Ha, even if she wanted to she would not make it far, not with her wound. She masks it the best she can, feeding her bitter taste of anger, lifting her chin in an attempt to keep that air of superiority. ]
Indeed, how observant you've become, Arthur.
[ She regrets opening her mouth instantly, her tone is betraying her. She sounds so much like she did when she first saw him come through those doors, as snide as she was emotional. Arthur, her dear dear brother. The man she had come to cherish within this castle's cursed walls. She hates herself for wanting to hug and kill him at the same time. She hates the tiny voice in the back of her mind begging for forgiveness she will never get, nor wants. ]
Well then, are you planning on killing me? If so, I would take your chance while you still have it. I will not be powerless forever.
[ In truth, she does not know how long it will last. She does not even know how she was robbed of her power. And it scares her. ]
( ooc; look who woke up in the middle of the plot! damn them pendragons and their horrible timing. this is open over the journal but don't count on getting a reply, a storm is about to hit in the form of an argument. head for the bunkers people. )
She knows this place.
Morgana pushes herself up, too quickly, and hisses. Her arm protesting as she moves it to her side. Blood. That's right, one of the king's knights got lucky. Her eyes widen as recollection settles in, horses and falling, it felt like years ago, back when she was foolish. So very foolish.
She turns her head towards his bed, expression twisting into a mixture of rage and panic, her free hand groping for a sword that is not there. She could kill him now, rid herself of the thorn in her side. Yet all she can do is sit there, defenseless, legs uncooperative to her mind screams of flee! flee before the idiot king wakes!.
Curse Emrys, curse herself (she should have known), and curse Paradisa. ]
[Waking after something like this, it's always a shock to him. It always feels exactly like being thrown off that horse does, a sharp impact that leaves him winded. He notes next, the way his eyes are sensitive to the light, and there's still a residual dull ache in the back of his head, but once registered instinct still kicks in. More memories of his home than Paradisa flood his senses, and he's tossing the covers back to roll out of bed, hand reaching for the sword nearby and...
He comes face to face with the bane of his kingdom's existence. With the sister he'd never had, turning out to be just that. With the person he'd grown closer with, over time here. He feels just as floored by the sight of her now, as he did only moments ago. But he remembers even more clearly, than all those years ago, how when he approached her sword lowered to speak...She raised her hands to kill him. His sword is raised immediately, tip close to the edge of her nose]
You.
[ She cringes, staring down the sword. The sight of him makes her head hurt and heart ache more than it should, it makes her desire to flee all the more tempting. But where would she go? Her room? Ha, even if she wanted to she would not make it far, not with her wound. She masks it the best she can, feeding her bitter taste of anger, lifting her chin in an attempt to keep that air of superiority. ]
Indeed, how observant you've become, Arthur.
[ She regrets opening her mouth instantly, her tone is betraying her. She sounds so much like she did when she first saw him come through those doors, as snide as she was emotional. Arthur, her dear dear brother. The man she had come to cherish within this castle's cursed walls. She hates herself for wanting to hug and kill him at the same time. She hates the tiny voice in the back of her mind begging for forgiveness she will never get, nor wants. ]
Well then, are you planning on killing me? If so, I would take your chance while you still have it. I will not be powerless forever.
[ In truth, she does not know how long it will last. She does not even know how she was robbed of her power. And it scares her. ]
( ooc; look who woke up in the middle of the plot! damn them pendragons and their horrible timing. this is open over the journal but don't count on getting a reply, a storm is about to hit in the form of an argument. head for the bunkers people. )
83 Swords in the Stone
Mar. 10th, 2012 01:33 amexcalibured[Compared to when they left on their ride, the sun has risen high enough to show it's likely somewhere around mid morning. It's almost surprising, in a way, to think he could take rides with Morgana and lose track of time in such a way, something they would have been incapable of doing years ago. It eases the ache of the past few days, considerably]
I see the stables up ahead, Morgana. Shall we race?
[ She laughs at the suggestion, a grin spreading across her face. The morning had put her in a rather good mood. ]
Only if your pride can take being beaten. [ That, of course, is a yes in the mystical language of the Lady Morgana—made blatantly obvious when she delivers a sharp kick to the mare, urging it into a gallop and leaving Arthur behind. ]
[He laughs, he can't help it. She is always going to be competitive and take the whole thing too far, and a part of him, he supposes, is always going to be amused by it. He kicks his own unicorn into gear shortly after her, allowing her the head start. The stallion takes longer strides, so he's not about to let her have no fun at all]
[ It is mostly, in part, due to her need to prove herself. To prove she is capable and by no means helpless. But also because it is Arthur, the closest person in the world she has to a brother. Sibling rivalry and all that. She knows full well it won’t take him long to catch up, so she pushes the mare a little harder. A bad choice in the long run, especially when something jumps out from the nearby bushes, straight into her path.
Her horse rears and Morgana lets out a yell, the sudden appearance of the creature disrupting her focus. It is only when it is too late that she realizes her mistake, hands uselessly reaching for the reins in the moment before she is thrown off. Hitting the ground with a heavy thud. ]
Morgana! [He should have slowed down the second he heard the rustle of something moving nearby, to assess the situation, to be able to get off his horse and run to her, instead of just creating a bigger hazard. But it all happens so fast, and he's in a cross between pulling his horse to a stop and trying to get off when Morgana's own, rears off and backs into his, spooking it.
With a slight shout, he's tossed off and out cold the second his head collides hard on the ice]
[ooc: backdated to very early morning, before the wrap up plot! Mod approved canon updating for both Morgana and Arthur!]
I see the stables up ahead, Morgana. Shall we race?
[ She laughs at the suggestion, a grin spreading across her face. The morning had put her in a rather good mood. ]
Only if your pride can take being beaten. [ That, of course, is a yes in the mystical language of the Lady Morgana—made blatantly obvious when she delivers a sharp kick to the mare, urging it into a gallop and leaving Arthur behind. ]
[He laughs, he can't help it. She is always going to be competitive and take the whole thing too far, and a part of him, he supposes, is always going to be amused by it. He kicks his own unicorn into gear shortly after her, allowing her the head start. The stallion takes longer strides, so he's not about to let her have no fun at all]
[ It is mostly, in part, due to her need to prove herself. To prove she is capable and by no means helpless. But also because it is Arthur, the closest person in the world she has to a brother. Sibling rivalry and all that. She knows full well it won’t take him long to catch up, so she pushes the mare a little harder. A bad choice in the long run, especially when something jumps out from the nearby bushes, straight into her path.
Her horse rears and Morgana lets out a yell, the sudden appearance of the creature disrupting her focus. It is only when it is too late that she realizes her mistake, hands uselessly reaching for the reins in the moment before she is thrown off. Hitting the ground with a heavy thud. ]
Morgana! [He should have slowed down the second he heard the rustle of something moving nearby, to assess the situation, to be able to get off his horse and run to her, instead of just creating a bigger hazard. But it all happens so fast, and he's in a cross between pulling his horse to a stop and trying to get off when Morgana's own, rears off and backs into his, spooking it.
With a slight shout, he's tossed off and out cold the second his head collides hard on the ice]
[ooc: backdated to very early morning, before the wrap up plot! Mod approved canon updating for both Morgana and Arthur!]