'My charges name was Priskilla Linos, the computer said she had "polymorphism". An unregistered shapeshifter all the way up in Blue. It was back around 102, the day before Lydia attempted to teach me what Pizza was in Steves apartment.' That lesson, at least, had been a success, unlike so many other things of late. 'There was definitely something, being around Priskilla. Almost like pins and needles under my skin, but I haven't felt it since. It wasn't just me, either.' Steve had felt something, she was sure he had said as much, and Steve's gifts weren't magical in nature.
'I must have spurned Apollo, then, because I never did get anyone to listen to me. Didn't matter how many times I was right, or how vulnerable I made myself to try to make them believe.' she let out a soft sigh, almost resigned. 'Magic, in Camelot, is the highest of treason, second only to attacking the King and his line. Even for the Kings ward. Maybe especially for the Kings ward. I was given potions to try to stave off the dreams and they rarely worked. Leaving was impossible too.' it was hard to leave when the King was willing to execute dozens of people until you were returned, who had no greater sin than vaguely, possibly being in league with the Druids.
Even though her story was sad, she wasn't trying for sympathy, there simply wasn't a nicer way to frame anything from before. Especially not in contrast to the easy friendship she found in the Complex, a place which should've been horribly miserable and yet here, tucked away from the cameras she had a friend. A half-angel, no less, who so easily reached out to comfort her. Morgana's fingers gently pressed over Izzy's and for a second her smile was easier, more genuine.
'I couldn't control them, but my visions had a fondness for dumb blonds who love danger.' which meant, more than likely she would've dreamt of Steve if the computer hadn't taken her magic.
But she also could've set Barry on fire.
Nothing in this place was easy.
When Izzy continued, confusion and uncertainty quickly returned to her features. She knew enough of the words, somewhere along the line someone had made sure of that but the concepts were still so strange to her. She had been told time and again that this place wasn't magical, but now it was blatantly meddling with their minds, perhaps even unintentionally.She supposed that the science must be sound for so many of them to understand but it still felt beyond impossible.
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'I must have spurned Apollo, then, because I never did get anyone to listen to me. Didn't matter how many times I was right, or how vulnerable I made myself to try to make them believe.' she let out a soft sigh, almost resigned. 'Magic, in Camelot, is the highest of treason, second only to attacking the King and his line. Even for the Kings ward. Maybe especially for the Kings ward. I was given potions to try to stave off the dreams and they rarely worked. Leaving was impossible too.' it was hard to leave when the King was willing to execute dozens of people until you were returned, who had no greater sin than vaguely, possibly being in league with the Druids.
Even though her story was sad, she wasn't trying for sympathy, there simply wasn't a nicer way to frame anything from before. Especially not in contrast to the easy friendship she found in the Complex, a place which should've been horribly miserable and yet here, tucked away from the cameras she had a friend. A half-angel, no less, who so easily reached out to comfort her. Morgana's fingers gently pressed over Izzy's and for a second her smile was easier, more genuine.
'I couldn't control them, but my visions had a fondness for dumb blonds who love danger.' which meant, more than likely she would've dreamt of Steve if the computer hadn't taken her magic.
But she also could've set Barry on fire.
Nothing in this place was easy.
When Izzy continued, confusion and uncertainty quickly returned to her features. She knew enough of the words, somewhere along the line someone had made sure of that but the concepts were still so strange to her. She had been told time and again that this place wasn't magical, but now it was blatantly meddling with their minds, perhaps even unintentionally.She supposed that the science must be sound for so many of them to understand but it still felt beyond impossible.
One thing does catch her out though. 'Autopsies?'