โ โbut iโm eager to teach them a thing or two about the gift that was bestowed upon them.โ she let out a soft chuckled, silver sparked from her finger tips.
โme? well, nothing interesting going on. just got back from seeing victor andโฆ yeah. nothing interesting.โ morgan didnโt want to bore anyone with her problems.
โand iโve met a fewโฆ descendants to put it mildly. iโm surprised.โ she said, taking a sip from her drink. โ
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โ approval. after all, morgan le fay herself was the inspiration for many of cleaโs spells, strategies, and even cleaโs fashion.
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โ enough about myself. i am listening to you now, dearest morgan. โ
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nodding her head with pride, morgan smirked as she clapped her hands together. โgood for you. fight for what you want.โ
she then leaned back in the chair. โvery few of us are left to actually show what weโre about. or fighters, honestly.โ
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โ cleaโs gaze falls on their joint hands, expression lingering in serenity. midnight lips fixed into a playful smile, a touch of hope added.
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โ sorceress supreme โ the mantle ought to belong to me. โ
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โvictor, i know you have other important things to accomplish, but i donโt like it when you are a stranger.โ she was being honest.
everyone else had partners, families, children. and she was always waiting for him to finally come home for good.
โ not in the slightest. โ his words rung true , holding her closer and closer to him whilst she wandered across his chest.
โ itโs not a matter of taking the heat , itโs a question of how long you can take it. โ
โam i included in what you wished differently?โ morgan asked as her fingers stroked the armor of his chest delicately.
she paused those when she locked eyes with him. โi can take the heat.โ
her question was one that he would rattle on in his head every so often. from time to time he did ponder upon the same thing.
โ I do, more often than you think. but in those thoughts Iโve learnt of acceptance. โ
โoh? i see how it is.โ morgan chuckled as she closed her eyes momentarily, enjoying his touch.
โvictorโฆ do you ever wish things were different?โ fluttering her eyes open, she timed her head. she was rather curious to hear his answer.
โ I can blame you , and I will blame you. you set the rules and the goals , yet playing by them just makes you more impatient. โ
fingers continuing to stroke her skin , keeping emerald eyes on her.