( Closed )
Who: Morgana Pendragon ; Sam Winchester.
When: 12/12, evening time.
Where: Headquarters!
Format: action, I guess?
What: She bid in the friendship to get Sam out of the auction. So it's a meaningless non-date. y e p.
Warnings: Nope!
[ You were just being friendly.
She said to herself, once, twice and then again.
It is not that she -- did one of the most unladylike of things and payed for the company of a man of all things. Usually men courted Morgana not the other way around.Not that this was courting by any means.
She was almost happy that Gwen seemed busy with her own matters as of late (was one of them Lancelot? She had to wonder), and that she had time to dress herself.
Gwen would have noticed things Morgana refused to admit to. Like her choice of dress, maroon and sleeveless, she remembered having a similar one at home. While it was cold outside, it was warm in headquarters. She took time to her hair, took time to her make up. A lady has to make herself presentable, friendly intentions or otherwise.
Many would have asked her what the hell was she doing.
But Morgana, true to form, was always about just doing what feels right and bear the consequences later.
That didn't mean she waited until the corridor was quiet and sneaked out to Sam's room. The last thing he needed was anyone asking her questions about where exactly is she going and for what.
She walked quickly, staying clear of the windows, grinning to herself since some things just don't change. Her having secrets is one of them, probably.
So when she knocked, it was with a bright grin at that thought. ]
When: 12/12, evening time.
Where: Headquarters!
Format: action, I guess?
What: She bid in the friendship to get Sam out of the auction. So it's a meaningless non-date. y e p.
Warnings: Nope!
[ You were just being friendly.
She said to herself, once, twice and then again.
It is not that she -- did one of the most unladylike of things and payed for the company of a man of all things. Usually men courted Morgana not the other way around.Not that this was courting by any means.
She was almost happy that Gwen seemed busy with her own matters as of late (was one of them Lancelot? She had to wonder), and that she had time to dress herself.
Gwen would have noticed things Morgana refused to admit to. Like her choice of dress, maroon and sleeveless, she remembered having a similar one at home. While it was cold outside, it was warm in headquarters. She took time to her hair, took time to her make up. A lady has to make herself presentable, friendly intentions or otherwise.
Many would have asked her what the hell was she doing.
But Morgana, true to form, was always about just doing what feels right and bear the consequences later.
That didn't mean she waited until the corridor was quiet and sneaked out to Sam's room. The last thing he needed was anyone asking her questions about where exactly is she going and for what.
She walked quickly, staying clear of the windows, grinning to herself since some things just don't change. Her having secrets is one of them, probably.
So when she knocked, it was with a bright grin at that thought. ]