( Draft )

If you woke up and I was in bed with you, what would be your first thought?

One step and another, one step and two and another, one step and two and three and it’s all a beat,

one step and a-noth-er, each placed ca-re-ful-ly (to avoid the broken glass and blood that is still there, ever there, won’t go away now…) as she walks across leaves and grass, then across the floor and bar-room ( Read more... )

Shethey walks down the stairs and out the backdoor, not looking around or smiling at anyone. Milliways has always had odd times, but by chance, Morgan walks out during a lull. Mordred's just walking in front of her, silent and oddly still. He lets her open the door, though, and as soon as they step outside, the little boy grabs hold of her hand ( Read more... )

Morgan hadn’t been that hard to find; having tripped over an impression in the ground hidden by grass, the thin girl had just curled where she fell. By the time her worried boyfriend found her, only minutes later, she was crying with shock and the deep-seated emotional pain of fearing that she’d finally gone too far to come back.
The little boy ( Read more... )

her mother’s fingers are in her hair, dragging her out the door as the room tilts and spins and Arthur’s angry voice comes from a distance

Morgan had shattered two days ago, shattered and had to have Adam help her up to her room. Shattered and crashed, but still kept going. Now, however, the cost of it all is taking place - she’s whimpering and ( Read more... )

I have to think, she had said and walked away with fingers pressed to her temples.
head hurts, oh it hurts so much. It's all cut and cutting and shattered and I can't find the pieces and oh it hurts so much, so much
I have to think of my son of my future of ofof oh of everything. I don't want him to die, I don't want him to die, I don't want either ( Read more... )

She is standing on the edge of the forest, head slightly tilted as she listens. Red dress today, with a shawl wrapped around her to keep some of the wind away.

Despite the shawl, her feet are still bare.

The fey tend not to like shoes too much.

Hotel room, Milliways room - plain and generic and with no hint of ( Read more... )

Morning sickness is obviously a misnomer - it’s the middle of the day, and Morgne just wants to curl up in bed. Well, not ‘curl’; that will make her feel worse. But go back to bed?

Oh, yes.

But, she has to pretend everything is fine and normal (it is, it is, feeling this miserable is normal), so she’s found a quiet courtyard and is reading. Which ( Read more... )