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Post by mysery on Mar 2, 2011 11:48:05 GMT -5
And this one was the result of having a quote stuck in my head all day. Like a song, but a quote and it was half driving me nuts. Haha.
Opposites...
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Post by mysery on Mar 2, 2011 11:36:48 GMT -5
Well, figured this is as good a place as any to post these things. For starters, just a little something I'd been working on for weeks actually, then this site finally inspired me to finish it. Haha. I give you....
The LeFay Sisters!
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Post by mysery on Mar 1, 2011 10:36:17 GMT -5
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Post by mysery on Mar 1, 2011 8:09:14 GMT -5
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Post by mysery on Mar 1, 2011 4:16:08 GMT -5
Oooooo they're soooo pretty!!! I love them! I'll add some words when I finish gushing over them! 
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Post by mysery on Mar 1, 2011 3:47:20 GMT -5
Hey Marian!
Since you were so kind to offer up your services, I shall make a request! 
If possible, could you make me a posting layout for Morgana? The color I use for her is purple (66005C) and if you could work that in, itd be great. If not, I look forward to seeing what you make!
Ooo Im so excited too!
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Post by mysery on Mar 1, 2011 3:12:23 GMT -5
 Morgana grinned cheekily at Gwen's reply. "King Uther would have a heart attack and Arthur would never live it down," she mused, the smile still in place. "He already refuses to admit I've beaten him before," Morgana chuckled, remembering the first time she had beaten Arthur in combat. They'd been young, and she'd only been living with them for a few months, when she'd stolen out of her lessons for the day to follow Arthur to the training grounds.
If he had been older, perhaps he would have shown some surprise and anger at her appearance, but he hadnt and so when she'd appeared, he'd run off at the mouth about girls to his friends. So, she'd picked up a left behind broom, not an overly heavy one she would give though, and smacked him across the back of the head with it. His friends had shut up pretty quickly after that. The prince of course had spluttered like a drowned rat and then proceeded into ranting at her about how it wasn't how a lady acted, to which she'd replied 'Only he would know'. A moment later, when he declared he would prove he was a man, she knew she'd won. That day he started training her.
Of course, it hadnt been that. It had just been showing the other guys how to deal with a woman if faced by one in battle (he'd never admit she'd given him a good run for his money). And it was forever kept quiet from Uther. But, Morgana felt a soft smile touch her lips as she thought of it. Teasing aside, Arthur really was the brother she'd never had and she loved him.
The lady was brought from her thoughts when Gwen answered her question about Merlin. "Oh did he? I didnt see him..." she trailed off, thinking back. No she couldnt remember Merlin delivering to her room. Maybe he'd done so while she was out. "I will have to go and see Gaius. I'm out of my sleeping draught," she added a moment later. Perhaps she'd see Merlin there.
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Setting: Camelot Castle
Tag: Guinevère
Timeline: During 'Valiant'
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Post by mysery on Mar 1, 2011 2:22:23 GMT -5
Morgana remained quiet as Uther spoke, nodding occassionally. Had she really been kidnapped by ruffians, she would have fought tooth and nail to escape them. That time with Heingst's men the case in point, though she had been worried about Guinevère as well at the time so escaping had been somewhat more difficult. And she remembered how that had turned out. That was just Morgana though. She would die before she became a rug for anyone ever again.
"I cannot speak to their state of mind my lord," she said eventually, reaching up and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. She and Morgause hadnt thought of that. "Maybe they wanted to make you think I was dead, then they could do what they willed without fear of you," she added. "But I knew you'd never give up on me!"
With that, she reached out with her hand and took Uther's, smiling up at the King through her real feelings for the man. "Thank you for not giving up," she said softly, her eyes shinning. Morgause had taught her well.
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Post by mysery on Feb 28, 2011 21:09:36 GMT -5
Morgana couldnt help the giggle when Gwen teased her. She knew that without Gwen, she wouldnt feel half as beautiful as she did most of the time, after all, her best friend always helped her, and was honest when Morgana asked. The almost slackjawed look on Arthur's face at the last celebration had made Morgana silently thank Gwen many times over during the night. Not that Morgana was interested in Arthur, no not at all, but to see his face reflect his mental capacity was nice. And made her grin.
The lady watched in the mirror as Guinevère began to brush her hair, and she idly fiddled with the flower, lifting it to her nose to inhale the fragrance. She lowered it again and grinned as Gwen replied to her question and, once again, teased her. She then laughed. "If they would give me a sword, I would enter the tournament and best him myself," she replied honestly. "And I enjoy being escorted to the dinner," she added. "It's just that Arthur is very..... well, there's a reason he wins the tournaments, and its not because of his conversational skills."
Yes, it would take hell and high water to get Morgana to admit she cared about Arthur, and until then, she would forever be the bane of his existence. Most of the maids paid him far more deferrence that he deserved simply because she spent too much time ratting on him. "So what have you heard about this new manservant of his? Merlin was it?" she inquired, returning to her playing with the flower. Merlin had saved Arthur's life, and thus was awarded the position of his manservant. How that was a reward, Morgana would never know.
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Setting: Camelot Castle
Tag: Guinevère
Timeline: During 'Valiant'
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Post by mysery on Feb 28, 2011 20:36:33 GMT -5
Congratulations to everyone! You all deserved it!
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Post by mysery on Feb 28, 2011 9:46:56 GMT -5
Morgana kept the soft smile on her face, though she wanted almost nothing more than to rant and rage at Uther..... at her father for being a callous bastard who cared more for his reputation than he did for her.
So, it had taken her being on her deathbed for the High and Mighty King to admit his betrayal... Oh how she would relish the day when he discovered how it felt to be so betrayed by someone you loved. Hopefully that would be right before she drove the knife in.
Refocusing on Uther, who had finished speaking, she shook her head. "It was nothing, really. I had other things on my mind and was distracted. Clumsy me missed my footing," she said, shrugging her shoulders slightly but winced a little as that aggrivated her head a bit. She raised a hand and touched it tenderly. "I want to thank Gaius," she commented. "Im sure my head would hurt a lot more if he hadnt been there to help me," she added with a chuckle.
"There's no need to go changing the castle my lord. Just remind me not to be distracted when walking," Morgana added finally, reaching out and touching Uther's hand with her own. She wanted to slap him, but that wouldnt be how a respectful ward would behave, so she held off.
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Post by mysery on Feb 28, 2011 5:06:02 GMT -5
 The 'what if's' were officially driving her insane. Morgana would testify to her having a sound state of mind, when she had a good night's sleep of course, but even she was losing at over her worry for Guinevère. And Arthur. And Merlin. But she had faith in the latter pair. They would find Gwen and bring her home. More than anything, the lady wished she hadnt left her maid and closest friend behind, but she'd told her to run and, while she would kill Arthur before admitting to it, she had been afraid for them both.
That bastard Hengist had sent his men to snatch them, and snatch them they had, but Morgana nor Gwen were the type to let themselves be hauled off like some prize. So they'd fought, and she'd gotten away. Gwen hadnt, and Morgana hated to think of what could be happening to her.
Which was the reason she was now at the training grounds. Uther may have disapproved, but right now, she didnt care. Morgana needed to distract herself, and she was angry. Ergo, beating the crap out of a dummy with a sword was the only solution to the problem. She wore pants and a normal tunic, uncaring of the odd looks she was getting. Why had Uther denied rescuing Gwen? Did he not see she cared about her? That they were friends?
It made her angry that he would toss aside someone she cared about so blithely and it made her striking at the dummy all the harder.
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Setting: The Training Grounds
Tag: Sir Leon
Timeline: 'Lancelot and Guinevère'
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Post by mysery on Feb 27, 2011 7:52:27 GMT -5
Morgana raised an eyebrow as Yassia explained her hesitation. Ah yes, she was a foreigner after all. It was to be expected that this kind of cultural shock, coupled with everything that had transpired in these last few days, would make the young woman nervous and unsure. If she hadnt felt so before. But Morgana didnt want her feeling like that. She wanted her to feel at ease, sure of herself. Like she could trust Morgana. She returned the smile with a nod of her head. "Still if there is anything I can do to make your stay easier, let me know," she assured Yassia.
She had to refrain from snapping right back at Yassia for her obvious reprimand in those words about her uncle. One part of the new Queen wanted to stike out at her, but another, the more sensible part, clearly overruled that. So she kept her calm.
"I have had very little to do with the knights since my return Yassia. I apologise if my response upset you, but I have not personally taken stock of every being in Camelot," she replied, keeping her words calm. "I have had more pressing matters to contend with," was added for good measure. After all, dethroned princess or not, Yassia hadnt properly ruled a kingdom yet. Hadnt taken one by force. What would she know about Morgana's responsibilities, and what right did she have to question those priorities? "As soon as I know, I will inform you."
Thankfully, the princess didnt seem to retreat completely, allowing Morgana to still hold her hand. That was a good sign at least.
"Of course," she said softly, her smile returning. "I will send scouts out and see how your kingdom is fairing immediately. I'm sure you're anxious for news from home and from there we can discuss the next step. You may be able to avoid war."
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Setting: Camelot Castle
Tag: Yassia Dyfrène de Ailantha
Timeline: Around the time of ‘The Coming of Arthur’
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Post by mysery on Feb 27, 2011 7:33:02 GMT -5
Morgana hadn't been paying too much attention to where she was going, but she was snapped back to reality when guard and another person crossed her path. The guard bowed, as Morgana expected, but the woman she didnt know. When she too curtsied, Morgana tilted her head a little, eager to find out who this newcomer was. She didnt have to wait long as the lady went about introducing herself, along with announcing why she was there in Camelot. So this was the princess she had heard about. Well, Morgana had expected someone would come charging in to check that Lord Bayard wasnt drawn and quartered, and here they were it seemed.
"It is nice to meet you," she said finally, smiling in what she hoped was a welcoming manner. "I am the Lady Morgana. The King and Prince are with your Uncle Bayard in the great hall," she explained, gesturing back behind her a little where the hall was located. "There was a misunderstanding. A sorceress poisoned the chalice intended for Prince Arthur and then framed your Uncle for the crime. It seems to have all been sorted out though and we hope there are no hard feelings on your kingdom's part. King Uther simply needed to be certain."
Then her smile fell a little as she thought of Merlin, who was still recovering. "It was the Prince's manservant, Merlin, who discovered the poisoning, though he then drank from the chalice to prove it. When Arthur rode out to retrieve the antidote, he discovered the sorceress was the one who had actually set it all in motion. Lord Bayard was quite understanding and Merlin is recovering well."
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Setting: Camelot Castle
Tag: Selena Fireheart
Timeline: 'The Poisoned Chalice' - After Bayard's Release
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Post by mysery on Feb 27, 2011 6:45:09 GMT -5
"The only one in Camelot blinded by sorcery is you Uther," Morgana replied, her voice hard. "The word is even mentioned and you lose all reason, seeing only enemies when you should see friends." With a lift of her chin, a look she had seen Uther use far too often, and continued. "It makes me wonder... If Arthur or myself had come to you, fearing we had magic, would you have sent us to the executioner's block without a thought? Your own children?" And that had frightened Morgana most of all when she came to realise her dreams were coming true. She had seen, first hand, Uther's hatred and disregard for magic. She didnt want to be executed for something she couldnt control. Now however was a very different story. Now she revelled in her magic. Not that she would tell him that.
She then smirked as she considered his belief in her innocence. So sure was he that Morgause was controlling her, manipulating everything she was, and everything she did, in her evil, evil quest with magic. As she had said; blind. Even as she stood before him, with him in chains and his kingdom ripped from him by immortal warriors at her command, he refused to believe she was doing this of her own free will. "Because no-one would ever turn against the mighty Uther," she said finally, her tone condescending.
"At the very least, magic or no, Morgause is not afraid to stand beside me and claim me as her family," Morgana hissed. "She does not lie to me which is more than I can say for you father. If you had cared more for your children than your reputation perhaps we wouldnt be here."
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Post by mysery on Feb 27, 2011 6:17:02 GMT -5
It wasnt until Morgana herself laid eyes on the very much alive, and very much healing Prince that she stopped fretting and bursting into tears at the slightest provocation. Her dreams had been so vivid, so lifelike that it had sent her flying down the halls and out of the castle to beg her adoptive brother not to go. To not fight this beast. But, with Arthur being Arthur, and Uther being Uther, there had been no stopping him. And he had been brought back, half dead, just as Morgana had seen him in her dreams. That was when she nearly broke.
For she knew what came next. She'd seen this, and then she had seen him actually dead. Arthur couldnt die. She wouldnt allow it. Guievere had been witness to her violent reactions in those few days, and she had already set about apologising for it to her handmaiden. She had just been so worried. But Arthur was on the mend again, and she'd heard that Merlin and Gaius had just returned from somewhere. Something in her gut told Morgana there was more to this than anyone thought.
So, she now found herself standing outside the old physician's chambers, wringing her hands in her shawl as she worked up the courage to knock on the door. What would she say? She had no idea. Finally, she just lifted her hand and knocked, her mind still blank. She would simply take it as it comes.
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Setting: Camelot Castle - The Physician's Chambers
Tag: Merlin Caradoc
Timeline: In the aftermath of 'Le Morte De Arthur'
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Post by mysery on Feb 26, 2011 13:44:36 GMT -5
The grin Morgana gave Arthur in answer to his denial of her besting him was nothing short of mocking. She had over the years, thanks to a multitude of practise with the Prince, perfected that look. It meant that the lady had expected nothing less, and didnt buy it for a second. That she saw through him easier than clear crystal. It was unsettling, she had been told, to be looked at as though one were a cornered rat with no escape. Good to know she would always be talented when it came to intimidating people. "No of course not," the reply came smoothly, a thick undertone of sarcasm. "You didnt need me for that. You knocked yourself on your own behind enough to make me redundant," she added. "A strong wind was all it took." Alright, that last parting shot may have been exaggerated, but Morgana couldnt help it. Needling Arthur was one of her favourite pasttimes after all.
"But you do make a good point. I should tell people who taught me," Morgana mused, tapping her chin as though deep in thought. "Which story should I tell first? The one where you get beat up by me, a girl, in a dress, with heels? Or the one where you knocked yourself out with the mace?" she asked, tilting her head curiously at him, grin now back, full force. Her smile began to fade however, right alongside Arthur's as they discussed more serious things.
"At least now their harvests will be safe," she said, and Morgana honestly believed that this freedom was worth the battle that had taken place. "Homes and fences can be rebuilt. Loved ones can be mourned," she added, her mind drifting to Merlin. The poor boy had a huge heart, she'd seen it in action on more than one occassion, but she understood the price to pay for such affection and selflessness. To feel the love and happiness so potently, meant one had to feel the pain and suffering just as strongly. And there wasnt many pains worse than the death of a beloved friend. "Their freedom was worth it. How Cenred can ignore his own people when they're in need makes me want to throttle him."
At the mention of her maidservant, whom Morgana herself had been worried about all throughout the battle, the lady smiled once more and looked to Gwen, who looked to be helping put out the last of the flames which had dwindled considerably since their lighting. "She did very well. Held her ground and struck when it was needed. Everyone did...." Morgana trailed off then, meaning every person in Ealdor. They had stood to fight for their homes and, as Arthur had said, they would never be beaten because their cause was just.
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Setting: Village of Ealdor
Tag: Arthur Pendragon
Timeline: 'The Moment of Truth' - After the battle
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