[ She can see the weights to his words, feels an itch to press further but restrains herself. She swallows the words, eyes following him as he grabs his shirt. Almost frantically she scrambles to rebuild some semblance of a wall around herself, vulnerability sneaking underneath her skin and leaving a sour taste in her mouth.
If he looks- if he truly looks there is much he can see and she does not want that, she cannot have that. ]
No.
[ Morgana shakes her head, taking a step backwards almost as if repelled by some sort of invisible force. ]
Do not apologize. [ Subconsciously she hugs her arms to herself, vulnerability and jealously mixing unpleasantly. Suddenly she wants him to close the door, as if she had been the one caught in his position and not him, in fear of him seeing something she would rather hide. ]
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If he looks- if he truly looks there is much he can see and she does not want that, she cannot have that. ]
No.
[ Morgana shakes her head, taking a step backwards almost as if repelled by some sort of invisible force. ]
Do not apologize. [ Subconsciously she hugs her arms to herself, vulnerability and jealously mixing unpleasantly. Suddenly she wants him to close the door, as if she had been the one caught in his position and not him, in fear of him seeing something she would rather hide. ]