anOTP: Morgause/Linden

[anna_morcades]

She lets herself out of Sagramore's room with eyes blazing; the door shuts behind her with a click. The sleek braids of her hair are coming loose, but she pays no heed; she starts down the hallway toward her own room, skirts frothing.

Comments

[heartofbirds]

The trouble with having an old injury that makes the use of one's cane more a necessity than a fashion choice is that sometimes it's harder to get out of the way, particularly if one is book-laden; which is the simple explanation for the collision.

[anna_morcades]

Morgause catches herself on the wall with a vicious curse in her native British dialect, which the Mansion may or may not see fit to translate.

[heartofbirds]

Linden winces: the books have tumbled to the ground, and his hands are tight on his cane to prevent topplage.

[anna_morcades]

She leans there, breathing hard, shaking a little.

[heartofbirds]

"I beg your pardon, Madam."

[anna_morcades]

"My fault," she says in a milder tone, and straightens gingerly.

[heartofbirds]

"Ah, no, I neglected to look where I was going."

[anna_morcades]

She smooths her hair, then her skirts, with trembling hands. "Art hurt?"

[heartofbirds]

"I am not. Are you well?"

[anna_morcades]

Most of all she's angry, still too angry to care much about hiding it, almost too angry to bother directing it. Almost. "Well enough, forsooth."

[heartofbirds]

"And is there any service I may render you?" in that warm voice of his.

[anna_morcades]

Her eyes come up at that, beautiful dark eyes, soft and startled as a deer's. After a very small pause she says, "Oh, no."

[heartofbirds]

"Very well. I beg your pardon again."

And he waits very patiently for her to go so he can pick up his books.

[anna_morcades]

Abruptly her mouth twists at the corner. "Ay, that pleases thee."

[heartofbirds]

"Madam?"

[anna_morcades]

"A very great concern thou hast, truly."