[She feels Arthur tense before the words finish leaving the Lantern's lips. Or rather, she feels him old her so tight she strongly considers hitting him in the shoulder and begging for breath. he even turns with her still in his arms, lifted off the ground to look at the strange man and.... was that a girl? Morgana didn't get to look for long, and if Arthur cared he didn't show it.]
We only just got here. [He sounded petchulant, even to himself, but it was hard not to when his parents had been lying to him for the better part of two decades about what had happened to the only person in the family who truly loved him for himself and not because he was a good and useful prop for the family legacy.
God knows, Morgana had had no reason to love him. As he understood and remembered it, he had been shoved off into her lap from almost the moment he was born. she had fed him when she was barely old enough to make herself bread and butter, she had chased after him, carried him when he must have weighed a third, if not half her weight. She had sung to him, and kissed his hair, she had been his entire world and never resented him for it despite the fact by doing this she was given no real childhood of her own.
He didn't wonder much at the fact she had been talked into some fairyland. He couldn't blame her, as much as he wanted to. And she had done all of that with her father dead and her previously loving (so he was told by his aunt) mother having all but forgotten she was a person.
And he absolutely could not leave her here. No. Never. Especially not without so much as an hour to make sure she was well and not mistreated.
Even now, with all these years apart he realised Morgana was humming softly to him and stroking the side of his face. She still smelt like lavender, and she still loved him enough to try and make him better.]
There is nothing to forgive, [he says quietly, belatedly realising that she had apologised while he was busy existing in the raging hurricane of his mind.] But you cannot seriously suggest I just leave her here? Aren't the fae- [He is cut off with a finger across his lips as Morgana forces his grip to give a little so she can do it.]
Don't say things you may come to regret. The fair folk live in everything in this realm, in one way or another, and aren't soon to forget an insult.
[But she didn't exactly know what to do either. She was not free to go home at will, it was not that kind of bargain]
I do not like to make promises in this land, but I do not believe they will hurt that which is under my protection. Because I am under theirs. [And she was very much loved, in their strange fashion.]
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We only just got here. [He sounded petchulant, even to himself, but it was hard not to when his parents had been lying to him for the better part of two decades about what had happened to the only person in the family who truly loved him for himself and not because he was a good and useful prop for the family legacy.
God knows, Morgana had had no reason to love him. As he understood and remembered it, he had been shoved off into her lap from almost the moment he was born. she had fed him when she was barely old enough to make herself bread and butter, she had chased after him, carried him when he must have weighed a third, if not half her weight. She had sung to him, and kissed his hair, she had been his entire world and never resented him for it despite the fact by doing this she was given no real childhood of her own.
He didn't wonder much at the fact she had been talked into some fairyland. He couldn't blame her, as much as he wanted to. And she had done all of that with her father dead and her previously loving (so he was told by his aunt) mother having all but forgotten she was a person.
And he absolutely could not leave her here. No. Never. Especially not without so much as an hour to make sure she was well and not mistreated.
Even now, with all these years apart he realised Morgana was humming softly to him and stroking the side of his face. She still smelt like lavender, and she still loved him enough to try and make him better.]
There is nothing to forgive, [he says quietly, belatedly realising that she had apologised while he was busy existing in the raging hurricane of his mind.] But you cannot seriously suggest I just leave her here? Aren't the fae- [He is cut off with a finger across his lips as Morgana forces his grip to give a little so she can do it.]
Don't say things you may come to regret. The fair folk live in everything in this realm, in one way or another, and aren't soon to forget an insult.
[But she didn't exactly know what to do either. She was not free to go home at will, it was not that kind of bargain]
I do not like to make promises in this land, but I do not believe they will hurt that which is under my protection. Because I am under theirs. [And she was very much loved, in their strange fashion.]