Morgan is walking, as she normally does. Walking at night, walking by the lake - it's not Tintagel, with the rough Cornish coast and sea, but it's the closest she can get ( Read more... )

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In dim samite was she bedight ( Read more... )

She’d had trouble sleeping.

Putting it like that makes it sound tame and simple - maybe she was too hot, too cold, too thoughtful. Maybe, maybe, maybe. The truth of the matter was that something wasn’t letting her sleep, at least not well. She would be drifting off, her mind sinking into the hazy half-dreaming state that she hates so much when ( Read more... )

It is night, a winter's night with snow and ice outside. Morgan should be inside, inside the bar and her room and bed. Curled up with blankets and a book and possibly her boyfriend ( Read more... )

Her room is the same as when she left it. It is a little thing, really, and one that mere logic could have told her, but when she left logic wasn’t the main

(it’s all spinning and fractured Barty Barty, oh, my poor Barty…father hated him stepfather hated me he was screaming and lying, god, the floor shouldn’t move should stay stillthing on her ( Read more... )

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She felt tired.
Tired of nerves being rubbed raw, scorn and disbelief and she’s crazy. Poor Morgan, poor little girl. Sensitive, a tone or inflection cuts and wounds so I flinch and stare and gasp ‘why?’ another’s heartbreak that I don’t understand, confusion and well-meaning politeness. Don’t say what you mean, don’t say what you think, that’s ( Read more... )

(If you ever need a place to rest and refresh yourself for a whileMorgan's in an odd state of calm when she walks back to her room, or maybe it's just numbness. Numbness. Yes, that was it. Calmly, numbly, she packs somethings. Arianrhod lifts her head, and Morgan doesn't even notice as she says 'alright' and slips the snake into the top of her ( Read more... )

The trial is over, the quester is home, all is well.

(She walksdriftsmoves upstairs, stepping carefully and gracefully like a dancercrazygirl over the floorbloodglassnothingstairs to her room. It's not home, can't home nononono home is by the sea with rocksandacastleand Daddy's grave.All is well that ends well, but it's not going to end well ( Read more... )