#* morgan

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@sorsrenuo​ ❝ seems the only thing i can do right these days is destroy everything around me. ❞ - Morgan

Often times when Arthur was able to be as coherent as she could possibly be, it was spent with Arthur questioning herself and viewing herself as nothing more than a savage beast; followed by having some form of complex about what she’d become. It was a difficult thing, attempting to comfort someone who continued seeing only the worst of themselves because of their state of mind.. But for Arthur, it was worth the continued effort. 

“That’s not true.” She interjects matter-of-factly. “My dearly beloved, you are much more than a creator of destruction - I’m aware of how difficult things have been for you, especially because of how strongly your Madness Enhancement complicates things; but you’re still trying.” Seating herself on their bed, Morgan gently pats beside her for Arthur to sit and waits for her to do so. 

Once Arthur is sat next to her, her expression softens. An arm gently wraps itself around Arthur’s figure and brings her closer. 

“What you’re trying to accomplish is something not many can understand - it’s alright if it’s difficult, and it’s perfectly fine if you cannot get things right for a while. You are not expected to even go through the efforts you are. Whether you’ve seen it or not, the ones you’re trying to bond with - the Knights of the Round.. they are noticing your attempts too.” At the very least, Bedivere and Lancelot were. Mordred seemed to be neutral at the moment, but it was better than indifference.

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@sorsrenuo​​ [ BEHIND ]:  upon entering the same room as the receiver, the sender steps behind them, and winds their arms around the receiver’s waist, drawing them close against them. (Morgan) from.

Times in Chaldea had never been without some form of entertainment or other nearly catastrophic event between each Servant summoned within its border; ever since her summoning, she can’t recall a time where  there wasn’t a moment of chaos one way or another in these halls. Yet, chaos or not, she wouldn’t trade the second chance she had been given. She was reunited with her Fairy Knights, each of whom were viewed akin to her own children; she had come to know the Knights of the Round Table of Pan Human History and their lives. But most of all, she had Arthur back - her Draconic Knight. 

Though she was still highly regarded as the Queen of Faeries & Britain, her role in Chaldea was not that of a ruler or leader; it was as simple as providing frontline support and devastating combat prowess. Chaldea was ran by, or at least being assisted in its overall infrastructure, by that golden Caster; she was wise enough to understand that even without his relationship to one of the Masters, he outranked her when it came to kingship. 

Nevertheless, she had finally returned from a daily mission to provide supplies for Chaldea; she was obviously unscathed, but a job like that being repeated for so long at a time was often times tiring and required some form of physical rest afterward. She decided it was wisest to retire to her quarters.

When doing so, however, it appears she was not alone in this thought; suddenly, after her doors slide themselves shut, they slide open almost immediately yet again. The culprit of the act was one she had been expecting to catch a whiff of her scent the minute she came back, and she was naturally enthused to see her partner once more. 

Taking note of Arthur’s arm positions, her hands gently graze the back of Arthur’s forearms before gently tracing her fingers down to rest against the back of the woman’s hands and pressing them further against her waist. For the moment, she chooses not to respond with words and allows her touch to express her feelings of longing.