[letter || action] backdated to pre-curseconjuryJuly 20 2009, 21:49:15 UTC
[ Don't ask how it got there, but it's there. Under her pillow sits a piece of folded paper with the words "could you meet me by the fountain tomorrow?" scrawled on it. He doesn't bother with signing it, already fairly sure that Anne would know who it was from. ]
[action] backdated to pre-curseann_withaneJuly 20 2009, 23:11:48 UTC
[Anne knows exactly who it's from the second she touches it; a thrill goes from the tips of her fingers to the depths of her soul. For one small, petty second, she debates not going -- she's still terribly angry with him for brushing off her concerns so easily, for telling her this was none of her business when her entire life depended on the outcome -- but all of that is washed away by the need to see him. Merlin is family to her, just as much as Arthur, and a piece of her feels like it's missing without him.
She didn't know what time he wanted her there, so the next day, at the crack of dawn, she slips out of the apartment, leaving a note for Arthur saying she would be exploring the City but if he wanted her, to contact her on the Network device. It's not really a lie, she comforts herself.
She watches the sun rise from the fountain, taking in its unearthly beauty. She hopes that it rises on the end of this nightmare.]
[action] backdated to pre-curseconjuryJuly 21 2009, 01:21:58 UTC
Merlin is there mere moments after the sun has risen. He's spent the past few days in near silence, only ever speaking long enough to keep from seeming rude around his hosts. Luckily, the Pevensies were an understanding group of people, and beyond the first night he'd moved there, most had left him alone since. Needless to say, while his stay there has been going fine, it wasn't a stay he wants to have in the first place. He would rather be back at the apartment again.
"Anne?" He's quiet as he speaks, uneasy with the entire situation. Not with being around Anne, but rather her having seen another side to him. It's a side where his feelings take over from common sense, and it's something that's almost always caused by the very same person these days. "...how've you been?" And that's all he manages before he's looking to the floor. The fountain. Anywhere except at Anne right then.
[action] backdated to pre-curseann_withaneJuly 21 2009, 01:31:48 UTC
Anne stares at him, not sure how to answer that question. She knows any number of beautiful, poet, tragic words from the tragedies she has read, but none of them seem adequate. She was in the depths of despair when she dyed her hair green. Her life seemed like a perfect graveyard of buried hopes when the lady on the street told her her hair would only get more red. This was a pain far beyond that, more akin to the loss of her parents but worse somehow because she never knew them. There weren't any words for it.
All she can really do is pounce on him, burying her face into his chest to hide her tears. "I've missed you so much," she whispers.
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She didn't know what time he wanted her there, so the next day, at the crack of dawn, she slips out of the apartment, leaving a note for Arthur saying she would be exploring the City but if he wanted her, to contact her on the Network device. It's not really a lie, she comforts herself.
She watches the sun rise from the fountain, taking in its unearthly beauty. She hopes that it rises on the end of this nightmare.]
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"Anne?" He's quiet as he speaks, uneasy with the entire situation. Not with being around Anne, but rather her having seen another side to him. It's a side where his feelings take over from common sense, and it's something that's almost always caused by the very same person these days. "...how've you been?" And that's all he manages before he's looking to the floor. The fountain. Anywhere except at Anne right then.
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All she can really do is pounce on him, burying her face into his chest to hide her tears. "I've missed you so much," she whispers.
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