[ 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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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. ]