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hellofist[She knows that it's a cruel trick to do this now, in the middle of the night in the middle of a flood where people may or may not have their original memories. Everyone is too busy dealing with their own things, and so that's why she does this now.
It's underhanded, but it's happening. She's broadcasting from inside her room, a cramped, run down little thing with cracked plaster and a beaten up dresser and a bed and nothing else. She sits on the bed, cup of tea balanced in her lap, and tries not to think about what she's saying as she says it.]
Figured, should... do this, officially. My name is Cassandra Cain. I was here, before. As a warden.
[Still hurts to admit that, but she charges on through as best she can.]
I'm not anymore. Don't remember everything, just that... I was here. Some things came back, memories of... some people. Some places. Mostly, it's new.
That's all. [Except maybe she'll inject something in there to make it seem like she's trying.] Good luck, with new bodies. Shouldn't last long, don't worry.
It's underhanded, but it's happening. She's broadcasting from inside her room, a cramped, run down little thing with cracked plaster and a beaten up dresser and a bed and nothing else. She sits on the bed, cup of tea balanced in her lap, and tries not to think about what she's saying as she says it.]
Figured, should... do this, officially. My name is Cassandra Cain. I was here, before. As a warden.
[Still hurts to admit that, but she charges on through as best she can.]
I'm not anymore. Don't remember everything, just that... I was here. Some things came back, memories of... some people. Some places. Mostly, it's new.
That's all. [Except maybe she'll inject something in there to make it seem like she's trying.] Good luck, with new bodies. Shouldn't last long, don't worry.
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17/7/14 17:49 (UTC)Or so he tells himself, stroking a hand through her hair. She is still the same kind, strong young woman he first met ages ago, and he is still angry that Merlin grew closer first, faster. He hates that he is forever the last one to achieve anything, to reach a goal, forever playing catch up - he doesn't know how to set it all aside, even now. The jealousy is rooted in him.
Morgan pulls back, eventually, still running his fingers through her hair. He doesn't say anything, just studies her face with his brow creased, as if he can find all the answers he needs in her eyes.]
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19/7/14 03:09 (UTC)For now? She isn't sure. After this she expects Morgana will pretend that it never happened, if she has any memories of it at all. For now she puts her arms back around her male form and hugs him tightly.]
Wish that I... had more tea, to offer you.
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21/7/14 21:58 (UTC)But there is a coil around his heart that constricts at all these possibilities.
Leaning back, he kisses her forehead, and shifts to rest his chin on her head.]
That's all right. Yours is probably getting cold, though.
[He doesn't want to leave, but he wants to retreat, to think with a cool head.]
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27/7/14 00:29 (UTC)[Alfred would disapprove of letting tea get cold, but she doesn't want Morgan to go. The things she does want are better kept far in the back of her mind, things she shouldn't be thinking about at all, the same things he wants. This isn't the right time, though. It's not the right set of memories.
A very small part of her realizes she'll miss this form when it's gone. Best not to think too hard about that, either.]
Want to stay with you. Could go get more tea, but... only if you'll come too.
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28/7/14 18:04 (UTC)Running his hand through her hair, he thinks that he should flee.]
I'll accompany you.