Old ghost? [Morgana immediately is paying more attention to Josh, as though he had tugged a string connected directly to her.] My Da? Gorlois? You saw him???
[This, Arthur remembers. That look of pain that could become so intense on Morgana's features that he was tempted to flinch himself. He had never met the man, not even in a dream, at least nothing before all of this but he had seen him in a thousand ways Morgana was nothing like their mother or anyone else he had known growing up. She was more her father's daughter than she had ever been ygraines and it didn't take knowing the man to be sure of it.
Especially when she had that look on her face and she hadn't once asked after their mother, who, too, had never asked after her or considered Arthur might be speaking the truth.
Quickly he finds himself gently stroking patterns on her palm, to soothe and distract her.]
[ He doesn't expect such a visceral reaction, but he can tell that this is important. At least, judging by the way Arthur's taken to fussing gently over her. ]
Yes. He's still hanging around where, I assume, your mother had him buried.
[ The old ghost wasn't a Reaper, but it's telling that he was calling the shots and keeping the dead in line. He was also, if Josh was to take him on his word, capable of stepping away from where he'd been laid to rest to wander the Pendragon home. ]
He asked that I help Arthur. But yeah, was around.
Did she bury us together, then? Well not me but... you know. [There is such longing in Morgana's eyes at the thought of seeing her father again, of finally getting to rest with him. There had been times as a child she wished she could have and might have tempted fate enough to cross over if not for the steady anchor of looking after Arthur.]
She did, father was unhappy about it, but she did.
Uther is unhappy about everything, up to and including the rotation of the earth. Strange though, given... everything. [The betrayals, the immediate moving on after his death - or before it, really. The fact she had stopped noticing Morgana was even a person as soon as Uther came around.]
[ He's thoughtful as he watches their exchange; the barest hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. Based on everything he's heard so far about Arthur's father, he doesn't care much for the man. But Gorlois was a whole kettle of fish altogether. ]
I... [ he pauses, purses his lips a little and then works out what it is he really wants to say. ] If you can travel out of here, I can arrange for you to speak with him.
[ He still has most of what they weren't able to use up for the Dumb Supper, Morgana not actually being dead and all. ]
I have never gone on my own. Grandfather sometimes let me in the lands betwixt but never fully home.
[Yet her desire to see her father does more than enough to cover any fear the idea brings her, she looks deep in thought even as Arthur's eyes grow more eager. Faerie seemed nice enough, for such a strangely fair and foul place, but to have Morgana home, amongst the living, somewhere he could always find her?
That, he couldn't let go of. Not now, not ever. He squeezes her hand, and though his knowledge of such things was hardly anything at all, he spoke with confidence.]
I am sure you will pass safely with us, Morgana. You say these people love you and they have no love of us yet we were safe enough.
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[This, Arthur remembers. That look of pain that could become so intense on Morgana's features that he was tempted to flinch himself. He had never met the man, not even in a dream, at least nothing before all of this but he had seen him in a thousand ways Morgana was nothing like their mother or anyone else he had known growing up. She was more her father's daughter than she had ever been ygraines and it didn't take knowing the man to be sure of it.
Especially when she had that look on her face and she hadn't once asked after their mother, who, too, had never asked after her or considered Arthur might be speaking the truth.
Quickly he finds himself gently stroking patterns on her palm, to soothe and distract her.]
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Yes. He's still hanging around where, I assume, your mother had him buried.
[ The old ghost wasn't a Reaper, but it's telling that he was calling the shots and keeping the dead in line. He was also, if Josh was to take him on his word, capable of stepping away from where he'd been laid to rest to wander the Pendragon home. ]
He asked that I help Arthur. But yeah, was around.
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She did, father was unhappy about it, but she did.
Uther is unhappy about everything, up to and including the rotation of the earth. Strange though, given... everything. [The betrayals, the immediate moving on after his death - or before it, really. The fact she had stopped noticing Morgana was even a person as soon as Uther came around.]
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I... [ he pauses, purses his lips a little and then works out what it is he really wants to say. ] If you can travel out of here, I can arrange for you to speak with him.
[ He still has most of what they weren't able to use up for the Dumb Supper, Morgana not actually being dead and all. ]
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[Yet her desire to see her father does more than enough to cover any fear the idea brings her, she looks deep in thought even as Arthur's eyes grow more eager. Faerie seemed nice enough, for such a strangely fair and foul place, but to have Morgana home, amongst the living, somewhere he could always find her?
That, he couldn't let go of. Not now, not ever. He squeezes her hand, and though his knowledge of such things was hardly anything at all, he spoke with confidence.]
I am sure you will pass safely with us, Morgana. You say these people love you and they have no love of us yet we were safe enough.