'I am a Lady.' there was much more force behind "Lady", than if she was just describing her sex. 'I survived in Camelot for years by being able to read people and I come here and I am blind. I was blind to Root, I am blind to Steve and most of all to myself. How could I be so foolish? I'm not a teenager, I'm not a child. I haven't been a child since I was ten years old and orphaned. There is no excuse for not realising, no excuse for... doing that to him. Even if he isn't hurt.'
While there was no excuse, the bitter loneliness that coated her tongue had been what clouded her vision, it had crept upon her like a sickness as a child and never really abated unless Gwen was nearby or in a few instances, Arthur. But neither of those friendships were something she could get here...
And then there had been Steve, barging into her life like it was nothing.
Strong, and tall, and... sweeter than honey. It had been too long since she had been given such easy kindness, there was never any strings with Steve, never any price and she had misread him because she was so tired of being alone that it made her tremble.
He hadn't even turned away when she said she was a witch, dangerous, untrained. He had said he would help her instead, he had said she wouldn't hurt anyone and he would be there for her and that was that.
And Morgana had almost ruined everything.
'He has never thought of me that way. He still doesn't.' but all the cheer and well wishes she had sat at this table with were turning into a horrible urge to cry so she got up from her seat, somewhat abruptly.
'I hope you feel better soon, Tony. Really. You're a good guy, too, you know. One I'm not going to make a fool of myself in front of so goodbye.'
Maybe she ought to spend the rest of her day somewhere else, far away from people, especially ones who knew Steve.
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While there was no excuse, the bitter loneliness that coated her tongue had been what clouded her vision, it had crept upon her like a sickness as a child and never really abated unless Gwen was nearby or in a few instances, Arthur. But neither of those friendships were something she could get here...
And then there had been Steve, barging into her life like it was nothing.
Strong, and tall, and... sweeter than honey. It had been too long since she had been given such easy kindness, there was never any strings with Steve, never any price and she had misread him because she was so tired of being alone that it made her tremble.
He hadn't even turned away when she said she was a witch, dangerous, untrained. He had said he would help her instead, he had said she wouldn't hurt anyone and he would be there for her and that was that.
And Morgana had almost ruined everything.
'He has never thought of me that way. He still doesn't.' but all the cheer and well wishes she had sat at this table with were turning into a horrible urge to cry so she got up from her seat, somewhat abruptly.
'I hope you feel better soon, Tony. Really. You're a good guy, too, you know. One I'm not going to make a fool of myself in front of so goodbye.'
Maybe she ought to spend the rest of her day somewhere else, far away from people, especially ones who knew Steve.