Ellie Morgan ❇ Jaenelle Angelline (witchchild) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2017-09-01 22:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | andrew archer, ellie morgan |
Who: Ellie Morgan and Andrew Archer
What: Passing on a message.
Where: The Agency, London office
When: Friday, September 1, afternoon.
Warnings: Probably a load of angst. There are dead brothers involved.
Ellie hadn't forgotten her promise to Charlie. She wasn't exactly trying to put it off either. At first it had seemed too soon; she'd passed on her message to Daniel as soon as he'd announced that Charlie was gone but that was different. Daniel was family and he was far more likely to accept it without asking too many questions. She didn't know Andrew Archer. She knew that Daniel liked him so he couldn't be all that bad but that hadn't meant she felt like it was a good idea to go to him right after his brother had died and tell him that she was the last person who had talked to him. Tact and Ellie weren't normally on a first name basis but if there was one thing that Ellie knew at her core it was how it felt to lose someone that you love. Someone that had seemed like they were invincible and they were going to live forever. For her, her father had only seemed that way. Andrew had every reason to believe that his brother actually was because he should have been. She'd waited long enough that it wouldn't be fresh and that he could maybe be happy to have one last message from his brother.
And then Walt.
Keeping it together after Walt died had taken all of Ellie's energy and all of her attention. If there was someone to blame for it... if there was someone in particular whose fault it was that her baby brother was dead then Ellie could have done something. She could have ripped them apart until there wasn't a piece of them left big enough to identify. She could have fed them witchblood and watched while they died screaming in pain. She could have crafted the most insidious disease that would have returned every pain that they had ever given to them one by one until it killed them. It wasn't anyone's fault thought. It was just a stupid accident, a stupid mistake that had taken her little brother away and Ellie had wanted to rage at the world. She hadn't though. When you could do the things that Ellie could do it wasn't safe to slip.
She couldn't do that to her family. She couldn't become something that everyone was afraid of and that nobody felt safe having around. They'd love her anyway but they'd have to make a choice between her and the world and Ellie knew that they'd choose the world. Except Freddie... Freddie would always choose her like she would always choose Freddie. And then there was that guilt, that whisper in the back of her head that at least it wasn't Freddie, at least Freddie is okay that made her feel like a horrible person because how could she be willing to trade one brother for another?
Ellie hadn't exactly been in any kind of shape to go talk to Andrew Archer about anything for a few days while she spiraled into a cold rage and then spiraled gently back out of it again.
It was time now though. It was time to go and give a man she didn't know his last farewell from a man that she hadn't known as well as she should have if she was going to be the last person that he ever spoke to.
Of course it couldn't be that simple; Ellie was still part of Camelot's royal family and she was still going to see the head of the Agency. She'd dressed nicely enough; a simple black dress, boots (she probably could have worn nicer boots), one of her Black Jewels hanging on its gold chain around her neck and a chip from that same Jewel set into a ring she wore on her left middle finger. She held herself like a Queen. "Elizabeth Morgan," she told the receptionist at the Agency's front desk. "Here to see Mr. Archer. I don't have an appointment." The bag that she'd tucked the things Charlie had wanted to give Andrew into was heavy against her thigh.