Morgana Pendragon (
marimorgan) wrote in
dear_mun2014-06-18 01:57 am
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Should I slip my skin, would the game we played begin anew? [Her smile begins as one of pure amusement, but the expression hardens.] Do not say I miss them. Do not say I miss him.
He chose to follow in the footsteps of his father. I cannot love such a fool.
[Yet the sad part is she does.]
I grow weary of your presence. Go.
He chose to follow in the footsteps of his father. I cannot love such a fool.
[Yet the sad part is she does.]
I grow weary of your presence. Go.
