Post by Admin on Aug 7, 2019 1:07:19 GMT
seven devils
in your house
See I was dead when I woke up this morning
If there was anywhere that she would have rather been that home on a dreary day, it was in the company of someone that she liked. And honestly, Ursula thought that that list was rather short. She didn’t like all that many people. And she thought that there were even fewer that she would admit that to. The boys, of course. She liked Merlin and Arthur. But she was very keenly aware of just why Arthur had been in her bed last night. And she thought that running to her for comfort was something that would stop eventually. Someday something was going to happen. Maybe Merlin would decide that he was going to give him a chance, though she doubted it.
No, if Ursula were being honest, she thought that they were all probably better off without being that dependent on one another. They were… Important. She didn’t know where she would have ended up in school without the two of them. But she knew that they were not the same people out here. They hadn’t been, for years. And yes, they were all still close, and yes, she would always comfort him, and care for him. Protect him. But she knew better than to really think that things were going to change between the two boys. And she loved them both. In the way that she always had. The way that she wouldn’t ever say.
She had taken them both to her bed, and she would do so again. And again. But there was a safety in that that she didn’t think that she was going to be able to give up. Still, she knew that neither one would ever meet the approval of the man that she had come to see today. And his opinion mattered to her. His opinion would always matter to her. Because she knew that while her parents cared for her, and wanted her to have the very best, they didn’t understand her. No one understood her, except perhaps, for him. He understood how her mind worked, and what it was that she wanted to do.
This was the place for such things. The Coffin House was the place for research such as hers. For looking into texts that she had uncovered but couldn’t quite read. Her Russian needed work, and she knew that. But Russian had never been a language that she had thought that she was going to need. Except now, apparently, when she did need it, and she didn’t know what to do with that information. Because she couldn’t read what was written here, all she knew was that this was the text that the readings she had been doing had led her to. And she didn’t know where to get her hands on it either. But she wanted to.
And so, it was to him that she had come. It was to him that she would always come. If he was not here, then she would go to the castle. She was a Le Fay, and she was related, not too distantly, to the Lady of the Castle. She could talk the elves into letting her in. Ursula hoped that she would get lucky, and that he would be here though. She didn’t want to go all the way to Dorset if she didn’t have to, even if travel for her was still far easier than it was for nearly everyone else. She had been spared from this illness, and for that she was grateful. Without her magic she didn’t know how she would have set about passing her time. Likely there would have been a lot more dead carcasses lying around.
Making her way into the shop she heard the little bell ring quietly in the emptiness., and she looked around for a moment. The dust that never seemed to ever completely be cleared away hung in the air as the light shone through the dim windows. “Rabastan?” Her voice carried easily through the shop, and she waited to see if she could hear him in here somewhere. Perhaps she should have used his title, in case there was someone else here, but she had long ago disregarded such a notion. And she didn’t much care what anyone else thought, she respected him deeply. And it had nothing to do with the title that came in front of his name.
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