Oh! Gorgeous fic! I very much hope it happens like this.
After so long gazing at trees and sky, Morgause’s face is overwhelming in its closeness, its hard beauty. She wonders why all of the people she loves have faces like that, and whether she does too That's so lovely.
She feels as though she is playing a version of herself, a girl whose whole world is banquets, pretty dresses, a default belief that of course she is adored, and so she can push whatever limits she likes. That girl is gone; that girl died on a hard stone floor. She is standing in the exact spot where it happened. And that. It really sums up all that's happened to her throughout the course of the show so far. ♥
She had forgotten how white the walls are, how like a haven this palace fancies itself. In this kingdom even the buildings are liars. GUH.
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After so long gazing at trees and sky, Morgause’s face is overwhelming in its closeness, its hard beauty. She wonders why all of the people she loves have faces like that, and whether she does too
That's so lovely.
She feels as though she is playing a version of herself, a girl whose whole world is banquets, pretty dresses, a default belief that of course she is adored, and so she can push whatever limits she likes. That girl is gone; that girl died on a hard stone floor. She is standing in the exact spot where it happened.
And that. It really sums up all that's happened to her throughout the course of the show so far. ♥
She had forgotten how white the walls are, how like a haven this palace fancies itself. In this kingdom even the buildings are liars.
GUH.
Loved it.