listen as the wind blows from across the great divide [open]

[anna_morcades]

She's recovered from Jaenelle's latest gaffe, and found her way back to her room in a state of strange melancholy. She throws her windows open to the setting sun, and stands there awhile; then falls to pacing.

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[le_desirous]

Sagramore knocks on her door a little while later, very tiredly.

[anna_morcades]

Morgause stops, resting her hands on the back of a chair. "Come in."

[le_desirous]

Which he does. "My lady--" crossing to her and offering his hands.

[anna_morcades]

She takes them readily, drawing him closer. "Sir."

[le_desirous]

"Are you well?"

[anna_morcades]

A small lift of the shoulders. "Well enough."

[le_desirous]

Leans forward, then, and kisses her cheek. "Lady, I love you."

[anna_morcades]

She slips her arms around him, lifting her face to his. "Whence comes this?" softly.

[le_desirous]

"Because it bears saying. Because you should know it."

[anna_morcades]

"I do know it," she says gently, gravely, and kisses his mouth.

[le_desirous]

Sagramore kisses back, for a little, and then sets his hands on her shoulders and says, "I do have something to ask of you."

[anna_morcades]

"Dost thou indeed?"

[le_desirous]

"I do. You told me before you could let me forget some things."

[anna_morcades]

And it's a peculiar thing, then; Morgause shivers a little under his hands. "Perhaps."

[le_desirous]

"And I'd like to forget my dying. If it could be done--everything I did, every speaking I had with your son, after we parted ways in Camelot the first time. But if nothing else, the dying."

[anna_morcades]

"Everything?" she says, too evenly.