in the sea of hurt, of sin, of all he has done to her — it is these small moments that gleam through the waters. a flicker of trust. she gives this to him when she knows he was once the very blade that killed her.
sadly, he smiles to himself. ]
I see.
...Thank you for telling me. It was kind of you to let her stay with you. I imagine that she feels alone without...him.
[ at the mention of michel, her shoulders relax. slumping down just slightly, morgana thinks of a man who was kind enough to let her die in his arms, even if it was for himself more than her. a man who cradled her skeleton... a man who looked into her past, and tried to fix it. a man who believed and loved so strongly that he stopped at nothing - a man who she admired so much that a part of herself modeled her being after him. ]
He has a habit of making her wait. It wouldn't be the first time.
[ haha! ha! hahaha! ]
Though in this case, I would hardly call it fashionably l-- [ aaaand he's gone. ]
...Like a dog chasing his own tail, is he. [ she follows, but does not run. ]
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in the sea of hurt, of sin, of all he has done to her — it is these small moments that gleam through the waters. a flicker of trust. she gives this to him when she knows he was once the very blade that killed her.
sadly, he smiles to himself. ]
I see.
...Thank you for telling me. It was kind of you to let her stay with you. I imagine that she feels alone without...him.
[ something shines from afar. his eyes brighten.
jacopo begins to run. ]
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He has a habit of making her wait. It wouldn't be the first time.
[ haha! ha! hahaha! ]
Though in this case, I would hardly call it fashionably l-- [ aaaand he's gone. ]
...Like a dog chasing his own tail, is he. [ she follows, but does not run. ]