There was a reason Morgana was always talking about Steve. It wasn't the crush she wasn't even entirely aware of, or the fact that he was in fact built like a castle wall...
It was the way he showed up at her rooms door right away when she messaged him, the gentle way he looked at her and offered her his arm. Perhaps, even, it was the easy silence between them as they made their way from her orange dorm to his quarters in green, her arm looped easily around his like this was something they did every day.
It wasn't, she hadn't even had time to speak to him for a few days and by the time his door closed she was biting her lip as the last few days ran loops around her mind. There was the "mutant" and blue, and the all too familliar tingling she had felt run through her veins like a rush of fire just waiting to explode. The nightmares that had followed that were somehow even less sensible than what she used to dream in Camelot, just flashes of red and silver and a sense of violence and horror...
And then the girl on the device, with her absolute certainty that a, Morgana was lying about who she was and b, if she wasn't then they were always wrong, fake, messed up. Clones. Whatever that meant.
Morgana took a deep breath as she let go of him to lean in the arm of his sofa, lip quivering slightly even as she thought about it. She was safe here, unlike in Hydroponics or her dorm or anywhere else, really, aside from maybe in the hide out with Root but she still tried to cover it up.
'I've missed you, are all your new admirers stealing you away?' she asked, trying to joke but her tone and eyes not quite getting there.
Evening | For Steve
It was the way he showed up at her rooms door right away when she messaged him, the gentle way he looked at her and offered her his arm. Perhaps, even, it was the easy silence between them as they made their way from her orange dorm to his quarters in green, her arm looped easily around his like this was something they did every day.
It wasn't, she hadn't even had time to speak to him for a few days and by the time his door closed she was biting her lip as the last few days ran loops around her mind. There was the "mutant" and blue, and the all too familliar tingling she had felt run through her veins like a rush of fire just waiting to explode. The nightmares that had followed that were somehow even less sensible than what she used to dream in Camelot, just flashes of red and silver and a sense of violence and horror...
And then the girl on the device, with her absolute certainty that a, Morgana was lying about who she was and b, if she wasn't then they were always wrong, fake, messed up. Clones. Whatever that meant.
Morgana took a deep breath as she let go of him to lean in the arm of his sofa, lip quivering slightly even as she thought about it. She was safe here, unlike in Hydroponics or her dorm or anywhere else, really, aside from maybe in the hide out with Root but she still tried to cover it up.
'I've missed you, are all your new admirers stealing you away?' she asked, trying to joke but her tone and eyes not quite getting there.