Who: Morgana and Arthur Pendragon What: Uh... who knows with these two. When 13 January 2013, almost 8 pm Where: Garden on the roof Warnings: TBD Status: Thread | Incomplete
Despite the coldness to the air that had been lingering all day, Morgana had headed up to the garden to work on elemental manipulation. Somehow, learning to control the flames which once threatened to consume her brought peace to the young woman more than perhaps they should. Was it because she was conquering it? Maybe. Or it was just the fact that she had to focus on it and so she wasn't feeling herself overwhelmed by fears and doubts, insecurities. She had always been good at schooling her features, keeping a protective barrier around herself to ensure no one could hurt her. But that never did protect Morgana from her own concerns, her own thoughts and doubts. Concerns and fears deeply ingrained thanks to Uther's teachings no matter how much she despised the man.
While she hadn't been saying much, Morgana still read. She saw what people said. The battle of Regina? Well... even she seemed to believe that the magic made her evil. She kept making excuses and she had been the last straw in the whole guns going off incident at camp, but there was still that fear that the magic which coursed through her veins was what would turn her evil. No matter what she did here, the future.. past... whatever it was, it was forever inscribed within her world, what she would do and become. She knew her heart well enough, she knew that it would take betrayal and pain to make her turn on the two people she actually loved. But it didn't matter, did it? Did they ever show it? She avoided the show because it wouldn't do any good. Knowing. No good could come of it. She just.. had to not be that woman.
But was it a pointless fight? Loki believed that it was the intent of the magic user, that the magic was just there, but had no sway in what it did. And Merlin said that in his world, she was a victim of destiny, but she had saved the world. Other versions had different tellings, villain, savior, priestess. It was so confusing and all Morgana knew was that she wanted to be true to herself.
Lancelot believed in her. She didn't know why. He had seen what she was capable of. Had lived through her terror in Camelot yet still believed that there was good in her. Was there? Or would the magic extinguish it completely? Or would having people here, people she could rely on, would that help? Though her history always said they left, they betrayed her and left. Was that what happened, then? Betrayals by even those she loved?
Sighing, the priestess, witch, seer.. whatever she was... Morgana's eyes glowed as she raised her hand to control the flame of the candle she had lit hours ago, a candle which long should have gone out had she not been manipulating it. Flames were passion and destruction. Was that what she embodied, then? Was that why the flame calmed her so?