brother banger. (inflagrante) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2012-12-18 18:00:00 |
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Morgause had thought it once before, but being in Arthur's office further cemented the facts: he was destined for matters of justice and righteousness. Her brother the lawyer-- it sounded right. But it also sounded safe. Often times, she wondered why he'd never taken up a profession in law enforcement. Being a lawyer was well and good, but Arthur had never been the idle sort. Of the knights she'd known, her sons included, they preferred to get their hands in and dirty.
Nevertheless, this suited her brother, she reasoned, as she flipped a page of the magazine in her possession. The former queen was perched in Arthur's office chair, one stockinged leg crossed over the other. Morgause sat poised, regal, ever the distinguished monarch. This may have been her brother, but she never left the apartment in anything but her best clothes and with her practiced courtesies. Today the eldest of Igraine's children was wrapped in a fitted blazer and form-fitting pencil skirt, her pumps high and imposing.
Ever the image of power and refinement, Morgause turned another page.