Morgana knew the feeling of unfinished business all too well. She wondered sometimes if back home, or wherever her memories came from, if time there marched on without her like it did in the Complex. Did Uther continue to kill, did Arthur continue to sully his soul with innocent blood all because he wanted his father's unattainable love? Did someone die because she was missing? Uther had been ready to wipe out a whole generation when he thought her kidnapped.
'A day will come when you face the evils of your world, your Hector, and you will defeat it.' she squeezed his hand and smiled, and easy smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. Morgana had faced her own evils and she had not been as steadfast against them as she felt he would be. If she had been a stronger woman Uther could've been already dead, if she wasn't always so afraid hundreds of innocents could've been spared.
She would have to face him again, but not tonight, not here in Alpha Complex. She was the only one from her time and place, the chance that the Computer would drag Uther here seemed slim.
Morgana forced the idea out of her mind as Steve moved, she was almost afraid she had overstepped and he was going to sit somewhere else, but she found herself wrapped up in his arm instead and so she lay her head back against his shoulder, listening to him speak.
Maybe she wasn't going to cry right now because she was frightened anymore, but she teetered on the edge of crying because he was being so good to her after a life of nearly everyone but her parents treating her like the crazy woman who looks good in a tight dress. It was, no doubt, a little thing for Steve to say, but for her to hear it... her heart could've broken her ribs for how fast it beat and how it could've grown just at the idea that someone could say that and mean it.
That he could listen to her explain what a danger she was and his response was to help, not scorn her it was more than even some of her best friends had ever given her.
'Somehow, I think I can actually believe you in that.' she said, as if she ever really didn't believe him, about anything.
Letting go of his hand Morgana moved, soft fingers slid up from his hand, along the strong line of his arm to his other shoulder, and then to cup his jaw, she leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, her cheeks as red as her old jumpsuit when she did so but it felt right to be this close to him, to touch him.
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'A day will come when you face the evils of your world, your Hector, and you will defeat it.' she squeezed his hand and smiled, and easy smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. Morgana had faced her own evils and she had not been as steadfast against them as she felt he would be. If she had been a stronger woman Uther could've been already dead, if she wasn't always so afraid hundreds of innocents could've been spared.
She would have to face him again, but not tonight, not here in Alpha Complex. She was the only one from her time and place, the chance that the Computer would drag Uther here seemed slim.
Morgana forced the idea out of her mind as Steve moved, she was almost afraid she had overstepped and he was going to sit somewhere else, but she found herself wrapped up in his arm instead and so she lay her head back against his shoulder, listening to him speak.
Maybe she wasn't going to cry right now because she was frightened anymore, but she teetered on the edge of crying because he was being so good to her after a life of nearly everyone but her parents treating her like the crazy woman who looks good in a tight dress. It was, no doubt, a little thing for Steve to say, but for her to hear it... her heart could've broken her ribs for how fast it beat and how it could've grown just at the idea that someone could say that and mean it.
That he could listen to her explain what a danger she was and his response was to help, not scorn her it was more than even some of her best friends had ever given her.
'Somehow, I think I can actually believe you in that.' she said, as if she ever really didn't believe him, about anything.
Letting go of his hand Morgana moved, soft fingers slid up from his hand, along the strong line of his arm to his other shoulder, and then to cup his jaw, she leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, her cheeks as red as her old jumpsuit when she did so but it felt right to be this close to him, to touch him.
So much for thinking of him as just a friend.