( closed ) my loneliness is killing me;
[ every week seems to bring a new magical foe into the arms of camelot. with plots to end arthur's life, or uther's, or even her own, morgana's beginning to itch at the skin for an answer to explain whether magical people are born evil or are just simply made. shame continues to always settle on her bones each and every time an attempt is made on the lives of the two men she cares about most.
she knows she has magic, but she knows she's afraid of it. each and every time a flame bursts to life, or something moves, or shatters, she wants to hide rather than embrace it. and while control is one thing she is slowly working towards on her own, she wants to part with her abilities as quickly as possible. she fears of what will become of her if uther happened to find out.
though, after arthur had helped the boy mordred, morgana's starting to wonder if perhaps hiding who she is - or suspects to be - is something she shouldn't be doing with arthur, of all people. uther's influence extends as far as the boundaries of camelot, but she wonders how far it has twisted arthur's own opinions. ]
Arthur … [ the following politeness makes her clasp her hands together. barging in on arthur in his chambers is one thing morgana does best - without apologies or asking for permission to tell him what to do. ] I hope I am not intruding.
she knows she has magic, but she knows she's afraid of it. each and every time a flame bursts to life, or something moves, or shatters, she wants to hide rather than embrace it. and while control is one thing she is slowly working towards on her own, she wants to part with her abilities as quickly as possible. she fears of what will become of her if uther happened to find out.
though, after arthur had helped the boy mordred, morgana's starting to wonder if perhaps hiding who she is - or suspects to be - is something she shouldn't be doing with arthur, of all people. uther's influence extends as far as the boundaries of camelot, but she wonders how far it has twisted arthur's own opinions. ]
Arthur … [ the following politeness makes her clasp her hands together. barging in on arthur in his chambers is one thing morgana does best - without apologies or asking for permission to tell him what to do. ] I hope I am not intruding.