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(HH) **Morgan gets his bag together, double checking the negligee and book**
(HH) **The entry for this morning says:
(HH) Tuesday 20th, morning. Morning again, my love, and one more day closer to you being back with us where you belong. I hope the day finds you well, wherever you are. I am sure I will be missing you greatly, as will your son. There is usually a Goose Fayre in Kingston on the third tuesday in October, I shall see if Rousseau will take us on the Ketch. Perhaps we will win a goose and have it for dinner. Awful creatures! My love always, your Blossom xxx
* Morgan closes the book, packing it away with the rest of his things
* HH was on deck when he got there, as was Claudia. The horses are looking better for the day of rest, and they're all tacked up.
(HH) **The dock in Denholme is immediately familiar, one where in Molly's dream she left him with a goodbye kiss when he was going to Catterick then Sudlachenburg, and she needed to sail with Kurt for a crew he wanted her to have that wasn't Kai's. There's no sign of that other ship, the Blessing Of Angels. There's only permit paperwork and tiny fishing boats.
(HH) **The permit paperwork here is blvery brief, so brief he would have struggled to make her climax on his desk if she was reading this to him like in Picante. The harbour master waits for him to sign it**
* Morgan does so, handing it back
(HH) HM: Thank you, my Lord, all done.
* Morgan nods
(HH) HM: Anything else you need?
(Morgan) talk to the Captain, since I'm not going to be aboard, he's the best to ask
(HH) **the man does, and he's soon on his way. With Sorgis farewells too, they get on the road once more, the plan a day to Ilchester, check the house early tomorrow and ride back, hopefully with Dau in tow. Breakfast is in the saddle once more, and during the craziness of the morning dawn is long gone, closer to lunchtime. It's going to be tough to make their planned times in Autumn**
(HH) If it was summer, we could ride til eleven, make a camp, start a fire…
* Morgan looks to remember something, patting at his coat until he finds something then relaxes
(HH) C: **she glances at him** lost something?
(Morgan) just checking I had my tinder box
* HH and Claudia look at each other then both start laughing
* Morgan nods
(HH) Y' lost yer ability overnight ?
(Morgan) force of habit I think
(HH) C: I haven't camped out since... probably the night before I arrived in Sudlachenburg to see his face after all those years
(HH) Surprised y' didn't ride right back off again, seeing that!
* Morgan nods
(Morgan) it'd be understandable
(HH) **she shakes her head** I was glad to have him back. Bit shocked when he turned up at my shack at one in the morning though.
(Morgan) wasn't that late
(HH) C: It was
(Morgan) rubbish
(HH) C: Closer to two
(HH) That explains it! Him being up so late, no beauty sleep, see?
(Morgan) I'd have happily... *he tilts his head* no, I wouldn't have happily been asleep
* HH sniggers
(HH) Oh aye? Where would ya have been?
(Morgan) Nightmares, you great idiot
(HH) Ah, see I 'appen to know that your fiancee was sat waitin' up for you that night
* Morgan nods
(HH) C: *she looks at Morgan* I remember you saying you would have to tell her what Alarice did, but you didn't want to see hurt or anger in her face
* HH looks to Morgan
* Morgan nods
(HH) Hang on, what did Alarice do?
(Morgan) Tried to kiss me... she did not take the rejection well
* HH laughs
(HH) I bet she went fucking batshit... women like that, they're not used t' being rejected...
(HH) C: Unlike men like Heinzharold, who are.
* Morgan snorts
* Morgan pulls a water bladder from a pack, concentrating a moment before drinking some and putting it back
* HH shakes his head "Been me doin' the rejectin' over the years. You ever told a woman she can touch ya how she wants but you're not goin' all the way?"
(HH) C: *she shakes her head* No, never.
(HH) Well not you, cos y' can't, obviously. I meant His Majesty
* Morgan shakes his head
(Morgan) no...
(HH) They do not take that well, not a' all.
(HH) C: Men are worse.
(Morgan) I am not surprised by that at all
* HH shrugs "Never had to say no to a man, so I wouldn' know"
(HH) C: Be glad of that.
* HH watches her a moment before looking to Morgan "How did Molly react?"
(Morgan) better than expected
* HH nods "Inga woulda ripped Alarice's  hair out of it'da been me"
(HH) C: Jealous women are hard to manage
(Morgan) that is something of an understatement in my cousins case
(HH) HH: Made many women jealous, 'ave ya, Claudia? *she just shrugs at him*
(HH) C: Alarice was crazy _and_ jealous.
(Morgan) she wasn't crazy
* HH looks to Morgan " How feelin' about that now?"
* Morgan shrugs
* HH nods slightly, letting it go
(HH) When'd you last camp out? ((I think that's when he and Varick got lost the day after the wedding))
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(HH) [18:03] (HH) When'd you last camp out? ((I think that's when he and Varick got lost the day after the wedding))
(Morgan) the day after my wedding
* HH smirks
(HH) Bad timing
(Morgan) wasn't intended... Xantha threw a shoe in... some web... and we couldn't find out way out before it got dark
(HH) C: Web? Like spiders web?
* Morgan nods
(HH) C: Huh.
* HH looks at Morgan a moment
(HH) Molly and David found y' though. The rest of us were sent off all over. I _was_ supposed to be findin' you pair a coach to go off on honeymoon in
(Morgan) t/me nods
* Morgan nods
(Morgan) that was the day I found out I could do the fire shit
(HH) 'Ow'd that happen?
(Morgan) I was trying to make a fire and sparks leapt from my finger to the tinder
(HH) Shit yerself?
(Morgan) Not far from it... I was more concerned for the consequences...
* HH nods
(HH) Scary?
* Morgan nods
(Morgan) I hated it
* HH nods
(Morgan) and in Sudlachenburg... what if people thought I'd started the fire... and I half expected to end up on a pyre
(HH) **There's a bit of a stunned silence at this*
(HH) **he quietly says** Fuuuuck. Never thought o' that
* Morgan nods, pulling the water bladder out and holding the back of his hand to it before drinking and putting it back
(HH) C: what have you got it there?
(Morgan) Why couldn't I have had something more... palatable...
(HH) Like making pretty flowers an' rainbows?
* Morgan shrugs
(Morgan) I liked the idea of the old Eisen magic...
* HH thinks
(Morgan) or something with illusions, like Avalon... or even Vodacce magic, that'd be useful
(HH) That th' withering thing? Illusions would be fun
(HH) C: We don't need that Vodacce shit thanks!
(Morgan) Would've been so useful in the war
* Morgan scratches his head thoughtfully
(Morgan) though I suppose there's only so much fun in saying.... I know how you die... its me....
* HH and Claudia laugh
(HH) C: I don't need magic for that
(Morgan) true
* HH nods "Done more of that than I wanted t'. Happy t' keep it to a min'mum from now on"
(HH) **Claudia shrugs** Hasn't bothered me for a long time. It's who I am, what I do.   Don't give me a reason to kill you, I won't kill you. Aside from that...
* Morgan laughs for a moment
(HH) C: *she looks at him* what?
(Morgan) just thinking how most of the staff on the Torrington Estate think... oh my god there's a monster... and there goes Morgan after it
(HH) *she smiles* having done the monster killing on Morgan's Rock, I can see why
(Morgan) Had to use traditional methods then of course
(HH) The fire shit woulda been quicker. Probably got y' executed for Molly's fiance dyin'
* Morgan shrugs
(Morgan) the justicar thought it was me anyway
(HH) How'd ya get out of it?
(Morgan) just told the truth. 
* HH nods
(HH) C: Have you ever used the fire shit on someone?
* Morgan glances at her
(Morgan) no
(HH) C: ever been tempted?
(Morgan) I don't think so
(HH) C: **she nods*
(HH) C: Need to stop you using it on Dau?
(Morgan) I've been thinking about that... and I just don't know
(HH) Reck'n you'll regret it.
(Morgan) _that_ I have no doubt about
(HH) C: He deserves it
(Morgan) undoubtedly
(Morgan) but I don't
(HH) C: *she shrugs*
* HH looks at Morgan "This is why it's good you have it an' not her"
* Morgan shrugs
(HH) **Claudia nods* I agree with him.
(HH) **There's drizzle by lunchtime, making their food soggy. Due to starting out late, they don't seem to be getting as far as they intended.
(HH) C: Are we going to talk about this morning?
* Morgan turns to look at them
(Morgan) If you need to
(HH) C: Any idea what the cause is?
* Morgan shrugs
(Morgan) Sort of, but... I'm not sure... 
(HH) Anythin' we can do to prevent it?
(Morgan) No. I've tried all sorts, the balm, I've got these herbs that are meant to help, and some oil I got in Vodacce...
* HH nods
(HH) That was tough earlier. Really thought I was gonna have t' tell ya
(HH) C: *she nods* me too
* Morgan nods
(Morgan) I'm really sorry... I wouldn't put that on you for anything
(HH) Not your fault, man
(Morgan) No, I know
(HH) C: what do you want us to do if that happens again?
(Morgan) From what I remember of it... exactly as you did.
(HH) Don't tell ya, try to get y' to sleep?
(Morgan) In that exact circumstance, yes... I'm apparently more trusting when I think its back then
(HH) Was like seein' th' old you again
* Morgan nods
(Morgan) I'm not sure if thats good or not
* HH shrugs
(HH) If I hadn' been scared outta my mind I'd have asked you what ya thought of a Veisgraf havin' sex in an Eisenfurst's stables
(Morgan) Not sure what I'd have made of that
(HH) C: *she snorts* I wouldn't have had to think how to knock him out, he'd have fainted by himself
* Morgan nods
(Morgan) probably
* HH looks at her "You were plannin' to knock him out?"
(HH) C: I would have if he hadn't cooperated
* Morgan looks entirely unsurprised at this
(HH) Does make sense... mebbie next time
(HH) **Claudia shudders* Let's _not_ do it again
(Morgan) I'm afraid I can't promise that
* HH shrugs
(HH) Don't worry about it. We'll keep y' safe
(HH) C:... after we've beaten you unconscious
* Morgan nods, pulling the bladder out and feeling it before closing his eyes for a moment then drinking from it
(HH) C: Alright! Stop showing off and start sharing
* Morgan holds it out to her
(Morgan) not my fault you didn't think ahead
(HH) Yeah Claudia,  why weren't you in the Weird Magical Shit line, huh?
(Morgan) For the record, it was her that made the point initially about having hot coffee... and hot baths... its not my fault she didn't think about it
(HH) **she drinks some of it, sighing* So good. Yeah, I was a bit busy this morning!
(HH) **she hands it back to him**
* Morgan nods, offering it to HeinzHarold
* HH drinks some, thanking him
(HH) **the coffee is soon all gone, the rain increasing. When they get to a little town called Penistone, three miles from their planned destination, it's obviously too dark and wet to go on.
(Morgan) fucking weather
(HH) C: Fucking Avalon.
(HH) Find somewhere t' stay?
(Morgan) going to have to
(HH) **The first tavern they can find has three rooms available, but they are absolutely tiny. There's only a single bed with a wash stand right beside it, it's more a cupboard than a room. Once they've finally been fed, HH looks happy to sleep stood up, so he is the first to turn in, and Claudia is only a couple of minutes after. At least his room doesn't smell of cabbage tonight, though his nap makes him less tired than the others.
* Morgan settles into the bed, humming quietly until he opens the book
(HH) Monday 19th, evening. Tonight I am going to remember the night we made some explorations in the garden of the little cottage. I shall be thinking about the sheer exhilaration of playing such a game with you, the anticipation of not knowing what might happen. I will recall our heated kisses, and your hand inside my shift.
(HH) Your fingers touching my breasts caused what I now know to be desire to run through me, and I yearned for more, to undress for you and to have your body atop and within me. I did not dare say so that night, but I do now.
(HH) Now I can tell you how greatly I wanted to feel you within me as the girls on the Coral said you would be, that you would move in whatever way pleased you, and that I could increase your enjoyment by making sounds of enjoyment and touching you.
(HH) I went to my bed feeling hot and tightly wound up, though back then I did not understand that frustration happened for women as well as men, nor did I have any idea that if I stroked myself I would eventually release that tension and feel great pleasure.
(HH) I did, however, know that a man who had been enjoying kissing and touching a woman would be hard and that he may need to take himself in hand and bring forth his release. I had heard about that in whispered gossip before I heard it from those girls.
(HH) It did not relax me at all to ponder whether you were needing to do so in your bed next door, whether I might have had that affect on you! But tonight I will not need to be confused by my body's needs, nor by what it would have been like had you been doing such.
(HH) Now I can imagine that in all its beautiful detail whilst I resolve my own frustration. If it is not raining, I will sneak out into the dark garden and find a quiet spot in the night air, as we were all those months ago. I hope _you_ can imagine _that_! Good night, mein sehnsucht xx
* Morgan closes the book, pulling the negligee closer before trying to sleep
(HH) **He starts to dream. It's cold as hell on the steps outside Madame Fehrbehr's whore house, his unit all inside. Kauffmann had sneered when the eighteen year old Private Koertig had insisted again he would wait outside, he was still livid about the rifle and eager to get Morgan back to the Oreste where he can be court-martialed, or at the least flogged savagely.
(HH) **Morgan had been in the right, he knew it. Lives were more important than ego. The fire's warmth offered by the brothel appeals far more than a heated meaningless encounter for an exchange of coin, so he sits out here wrapped in his cloak, avoiding any temptation, eyes closed to doze, imagining the warmth the dream visitor had brought him what seems like only a few weeks ago beneath the aurora she made in his dream.
(HH) **What stirs him from this pleasant remembrance is the feel of someone sitting down beside him.
** You're now known as Molly
* Morgan nods
(Morgan) cold...
(Molly) Indeed it is, my Lord. Don't you find this trying?
(Morgan) what?
* Molly is smiling. She's all bundled up is a white and grey furry cloak, her colour high across her cheek bones, the tip of her nose looking a little red from the cold
(Molly) Sitting outside these places when there's so much heat on offer within?
* Morgan shrugs
(Morgan) I tire of the cold
(Molly) But not the lack of company? *she watches him with a playful smile*
(Morgan) I have all the company I need... now....
(Molly) But not the warmth... yet?
* Morgan frowns
(Morgan) I don't understand what you mean
* Molly smiles
(Molly) You've fallen asleep, and I am here to help you again, it seems you need me…
* Morgan nods
(Morgan) apparently so
(Molly) Now, my Lord, where do you wish to take me tonight?
* Morgan shrugs
(Morgan) where would you suggest
(Molly) Somewhere warmer?
(Morgan) that my lady does not narrow it down much
* Molly takes his hands, hers are encased in the strangest feeling gloves, patterned almost like the occasional seal he has seen whilst sailing off the coast near Catterick as a child
(Molly) Use your imagination... anywhere is possible if you can imagine it and will it
* Morgan concentrates on a warm study
(Molly) **the world around them starts to blur and transition around them. Instead of cold stairs,  they are sat on a low couch in front of a fire. The room smells of leather bindings and paper pages. The fire crackles.
* Molly looks around, stripping off her gloves
(Molly) Very nice, my Lord... look how well you're doing
* Morgan nods
* Molly lays down her gloves, moving on to her cloak, watching him
(Molly) Would you like to imagine something for me to wear?
* Morgan concentrates on a plain, simple dress
* Molly takes off the cloak. It's just like he wanted
(Molly) **she smiles** This is what you like, my Lord?
(Morgan) it seemed... appropriate
* Molly nods
(Molly) Are you warmer now, my Lord?
* Morgan nods
(Morgan) much
* Molly raises an eyebrow
(Molly) Warm enough, or do you need it a little warmer?
* Morgan looks confused
* Molly moves closer,  her fingers slowly undoing the buttons of his cloak. She watches him
(Molly) Like this?
(Morgan) I see... I think a little warmer would be good
* Molly continues undoing the buttons then slides her hands inside over the jacket of his uniform
(Molly) Warmer than this?
* Morgan nods
* Molly moves closer running her tongue over his lower lip, then pulls away a little. His cloak has disappeared, and now her fingers are on his jacket buttons
(Molly) Warmer?
* Morgan nods, swallowing hard
(Molly) **A book falls off the shelf**
* Molly smiles ruefully
(Molly) Oh dear...
* Morgan sighs
* Molly starts undoing the buttons, starting at the top and working down very slowly, watching him with a smile
(Molly) I won't take it as an insult, hmm?
(Morgan) I don't know why it happens
* Molly shrugs
(Molly) I am not worried
* Morgan nods
(Morgan) alright
* Molly gets to the button of the jacket at the height of his naval, watching him intently
(Molly) Warmer?
* Morgan nods
* Molly undoes the next two buttons before running her hands within his jacket over his shirt. The globe starts spinning in its mount
* Morgan glances at it
(Morgan) stop it
(Molly) Not me, I hope? **it stops spinning**
(Morgan) No, not you
* Molly licks his lip again before placing a little kiss there "warmer?"
* Morgan nods slowly
(Molly) **The fire suddenly starts hissing and spitting like it has had a wet log put in it**
* Morgan looks at it
* Molly pulls the shirt from his waistband, putting her hands under it onto his bare skin. The fire settles
* Morgan sighs slowly
(Molly) You are getting better with your control,  my Lord
(Morgan) so it seems
(Molly) Warm enough now?
* Morgan watches her before shrugging slightly
* Molly tilts her head
(Molly) Say what you think, my lord
(Morgan) I could go for warmer
(Molly) **his shirt disappears, and she runs her  hands all over his chest, smiling
(Molly) Like this?
* Morgan nods
(Molly) I could sit on your lap, but not in this dress. It would need to be shorter, less restrictive...
* Morgan nods, concentrating on such a dress
* Molly stands up, showing him. It's well above knee length
(Molly) Very nice, my lord. Do you like it?
* Morgan nods
(Morgan) I do
* Molly smiles at him "Now, a little more practice, lest we get distracted... can you take books from the shelves?"
(Morgan) take them where?
(Molly) Take them out, and put them back in...
* Morgan concentrates on a couple of books
(Molly) **They come out and start to slide back in
* Molly unpins her hair, shaking all the long curls loose
(Morgan) are you trying to distract me?
* Molly smiles
(Molly) Is it working?
* Morgan nods slightly, concentrating on the books again
* Molly shakes her head side to side, making her hair swish. The supports of a shelve seem to give way, dumping at least thirty books onto the floor
(Morgan) well... they're down
* Molly moves towards him
(Molly) Perhaps you can get them back up
* Morgan smirks before trying to
(Molly) **he manages it easily. She straddles his lap just as easily, watching his expression
(Molly) Very successfully up, I think...
* Morgan nods
(Morgan) so it seems
(Molly) Now, my Lord, are you warm enough?
(Morgan) I suppose so...
* Molly nods
(Molly) If you get cold again, just say
* Morgan nods slightly
* Molly runs her hands over his bare skin, licking along his lower lip once more
(Molly) Better than sitting outside a house of ill-repute, hmm?
(Morgan) much
* Molly moves from his mouth along his jaw line with fluttery, light kisses
(Molly) You see, the more you stay here, controlling your dream, the stronger you get, the better you will be at controlling it...
(Morgan) but only when I realise its a dream?
(Molly) Yes
* Molly moves onto his neck, kissing down it then back up
* Morgan nods slightly
* Molly pulls away, watching him
(Molly) Is something the matter, my Lord?
(Morgan) No, not at all... just trying to understand
(Molly) The control?
* Molly moves a little further away "perhaps the way you have been learning with me is... unsuited to your needs"
(Morgan) but... I was enjoying it...
(Molly) You wish me to continue?
* Morgan nods
* Molly watches him a moment
(Molly) You are not unsure, just... shy?
* Morgan nods
(Morgan) and trying to learn at the same time
* Molly nods
(Molly) There is only so much one can learn at a conscious level... much is natural, instinctive...
* Molly watches him again
(Molly) It is the same with controlling dreams *she smiles playfully*
* Morgan blushes
* Molly smiles. A painting falls off the wall
* Morgan tries to put it back
(Molly) **Its quite easy. She leans in and kisses him, her hands on his chest
(Molly) You're doing well, it will come
* Morgan nods
(Morgan) I hope so
* Molly presses down against him a little
(Molly) And our lessons will no longer be needed
(Morgan) a shame. I enjoy them
* Molly smiles
(Molly) The learning, or how I was grinding my thigh against you in your hammock?
(Morgan) mostly the latter
(Molly) And this? *she grinds deeply down against his crotch*
(Morgan) definitely that
(Molly) Then I shall continue, unless you are getting cold?
(Morgan) I can stand it for a time longer
* Molly kisses him once more, gently urging his lips to part with hers, and continues to move against him
* Morgan returns her kiss, grinding upwards
* Molly increases the depth, her fingers running over his neck, his shoulders. She moves like she did in the hammock at first, a slow and smooth back and forth against his hardness
* Morgan puts his hands on her hips, pulling her downward 
* Molly moans, pressing even firmer, her movements turning to grinding circles
* Morgan moans quietly
* Molly kisses him softly "I am afraid, my lord, it is almost time to say goodbye
(Morgan) why?
(Molly) Because it is almost time for you to wake up
* Molly continues to grind against him
* Morgan sighs
(Morgan) I see
(Molly) I am sorry, believe me I wish it were not the case
* Morgan nods
(Morgan) as do I
(Molly) What I would prefer to do is give you release
* Morgan nods
(Morgan) as would I
(Molly) I cannot promise we would have enough time if we start...
(Morgan) that would be... frustrating 
* Molly nods, kissing his neck again
(Molly) Oh yes, very frustrating
* Molly doesn't let up in the rough grinding  of the softness of her body to the hardness of his
* Morgan nods slightly, moaning again
(Molly) I will stop, if you wish. Or if you are not warm enough, I shall undo your placket and make you hotter
(Morgan) There's a definite chill...
* Molly reaches down between them, caressing him a moment
(Molly) Then I shall make you very hot
* Morgan nods
* Molly undoes his placket, pushing the fabric  away and taking him in her hand with a warm, firm grip
* Morgan lays his head back, moaning louder
* Molly shuffles back slightly, stroking him  rhythmically but slowly, her thighs squeezing his
(Molly) Hotter?
* Morgan nods
* Molly both speeds and tightens her grip to a medium rhythm. A brandy decanter slides off the sideboard and smashes on the floor
* Morgan ignores it
(Molly) Is this hot enough, my Lord?
(Morgan) still a little... cold
* Molly nods and speeds. The movement is quite fast, the grip tight.
(Molly) And now?
* Morgan takes quick, shallow breaths, thrusting against her hand
(Molly) Mmhmm, you like that.
* Morgan nods
* Molly continues at this pace, the mantle clock spring twanging
* Morgan begins to writhe
* Molly continues to stroke him between their bodies as she leans forward to drop a quick kiss on his lips
* Morgan shudders, body starting to tense at its own volition
(Molly) **He awakens suddenly, very hard, precum on his stomach**
* Morgan grunts, looking for the cream cloth
(Molly) **he finds it on the top of the bag
* Morgan deals with the pressing need
(Molly) **unsurprisingly, it doesnt take long at all
* Morgan gets cleaned up before getting dressed
(Molly) **he guesses it is about forty five minutes before dawn, the time the dawn watch would normally wake him
(Molly) *there's a knock on his door*
* Morgan goes and opens it
** You're now known as HH
* HH looks at him appraisingly
(HH) Mornin'?
(Morgan) I believe so
(HH) You alright? Fucking hell your room is warm
* Morgan nods
(Morgan) I'm fine
(HH) Ready to go?
* Morgan nods, packing the few things he unpacked
* HH looks at the book
(HH) Anythin' interesting?
(Morgan) haven't read it yet
* HH waits patiently
* Morgan sighs, opening the book
(HH) **the entry that should have been  last night's is on the left. He catches the date and the word "Paan"
* Morgan looks at todays entry
(HH) **The morning entry says: Wednesday 21st, morning. By now it will have been eleven days since you left. It seems so long, looking at it from here on the 10th, but you should be almost half way through when you read this. I am sure we are missing each other, but I have no doubt the reunions will be sweet
(HH) Market day again, I think we will pop in to see how Beth is faring, her confinement due a week early. Soon I shall be an aunt again. I love you, always. I wonder if you think of me as relentlessly as I will think of you! Yours, always,  M xx
* Morgan puts it away again
(Morgan) Market day, they're going to see Beth
* HH nods
(HH) Makes sense t' have Beth and Elsie meet
* HH stretches
(HH) Right, I'll be down with th' horses
* Morgan nods
(Morgan) I'm nearly ready
* HH goes downstairs, whistling
* Morgan does a last sweep of his room to make sure he has everything before heading downstairs, filling the spare waterskin with coffee again
(HH) **The landlady is tapping the barometer and shaking her head when he gets to the exit with his bag**
(HH) *she spots him* Looking like a stormy one t'day, duck.
(Morgan) fantastic
(HH) **she gives him a bag of food as he had previously requested** you're the last one up, yer friends are out with th' 'orses. Good luck with the weather!
* Morgan nods, thanking her before heading to find the others
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(HH) **They get underway, sharing breakfast from the bag. The weather at present is overcast but dry, and they should be in Ilchester in under an hour. Claudia is taking point and a little further in front of them. HH looks to Morgan** No bad dreams las' night?
(Morgan) No... 
* HH hands him a waterskin
(HH) Heat tha' will ya? No Molly either?
* Morgan puts his hand against it before concentrating and checking again before handing it back
* HH drinks some, nodding "Thanks"
(Morgan) No Molly, no...
(HH) Pity. Sure they're all gettin' on with things though.
* HH calls Claudia for coffee
(HH) **she falls back, holding out another waterskin to Morgan
* Morgan takes it, repeating the process
(Morgan) suppose I brought this on myself
(HH) C: we haven't asked for baths yet either. Good night?
(Morgan) decidedly not bad... certainly better than the night before
(HH) C: anything interesting? *she takes her coffee with thanks*
* Morgan shrugs
(Morgan) just a throwback to sitting outside a brothel in the freezing rain
(HH) C: sitting in the rain is not bad? The bar is low now!
* Morgan shrugs
(HH) HH: I dreamt I was in that tavern with the brunette in my lap, her bubbies out o' her dress
(HH) C: **she rolls her eyes*
(Morgan) they came off?
(HH) What?
(Morgan) the bubbies... you said they were out of her dress...
* HH mimics pulling down a dress and lifting breasts out of it
(HH) Like comin' over the neckline
(Morgan) my idea was more interesting...
(HH) HH: Then I remembered I was married. I felt really bad. I looked t' see why Morgan hadn't stopped me, but he had Molly in his lap and was undoing her dress.
(HH) C: *she snorts* he wishes!
(Morgan) seems unlikely
(HH) It is a _tavern_ *he winks theatrically*
* Morgan rolls his eyes
(HH) Next I looked to see why Claudia hadn't stopped me, but she was wearing a flouncy dress an' all made up pretty, flirtin' with some guy.
(Morgan) Think its the dress thats most unrealistic
(HH) C: *she shakes her head* Only going to happen if hell had frozen over. I don't flirt with men.
* HH shrugs
(HH) Then I woke up
(HH) C: Maybe you'll stop complaining about the lack of breasts you've seen on this trip now
* HH shakes his head "Doubt it."
(Morgan) not that lucky
(HH) **They're soon in Ilchester,  bubbies temporarily forgotten. As with other places, directions to the house of Lady Rebecca Marling are cheaply bought, and they find it with ease. Another nice one, she obviously did well out of each marriage. When they get there, there is a man in noble dress looking up at the front of the building, the gates are open.
** You're now known as NobleMan
* Morgan dismounts, wandering towards the man with a slight hunch
(Morgan) mornin' 
(NobleMan) *the man looks at him** Are you the roofer?
(Morgan) this your gaff?
* NobleMan looks confused
(NobleMan) I beg your pardon?
(Morgan) granted...
(NobleMan) **In the background, HH and Claudia are trying not to laugh*
(NobleMan) I do not understand what you  are saying
* Morgan speaks slowly
(Morgan) is... this... your... 'ouse?
* NobleMan puffs out his chest
(NobleMan) It is. One of my _houses_
(Morgan) gotta say guv, you don't look like a Lady Marling...
(NobleMan) I should hope not! Lady Marling left two days ago, she was here to sign the deeds.
(Morgan) been tryin' t' catch up with 'er for days now. 
(NobleMan) They were foing north, I believe
(NobleMan) Going*
* NobleMan looks at Morgan
(NobleMan) I don't like the look of the man she is travelling with. Ideas above his station.
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(NobleMan) [19:43] (NobleMan) I don't like the look of the man she is travelling with. Ideas above his station.
(Morgan) Eisen fella... some lordly type
* NobleMan nods "Wears a military uniform"
* Morgan nods
(Morgan) 'e's... a freiarr, like a petty noble...
(NobleMan) He should have better manners, but they are a bunch of savages in Eisen
* Morgan is quiet for a moment
(Morgan) so, you reck'n north, probably Thirlow....
(NobleMan) Could be
* Morgan nods
(Morgan) suppose I'd best be getting underway to catch up with them then... *he fishes in his jacket and holds out a calling card*
* NobleMan takes it politely
(NobleMan) Good look to you, Mister... *he looks at the card, the colour draining from his face*
* Morgan nods, moving to put his arm around the mans shoulder
(Morgan) We're not all savages... though we are all trained to be savage. You are, however, completely right about Lady Marlings gentleman friend...
* NobleMan looks worried for his safety, freezing
(NobleMan) In-... Indeed, your Grace, my humbler apologies, your Grace
(Morgan) Perhaps an amended attitude towards my countrymen would be the best apology, yes? If you ever travel to Eisen, look me up, I'll show you some of the cathedrals.
* NobleMan bows deeply
(NobleMan) Thank you, your Grace
* Morgan nods, patting his shoulder before walking back to his friends
(NobleMan) C: Well?
** You're now known as HH
(Morgan) missed them by two days... definitely selling everything up
* HH settles back into his saddle "Three down, one t' go"
* Morgan nods, hauling himself back into the saddle before scowling
(HH) C: *she starts her horse walking on*  What's the plan, Morgan? If we don't find Dau in Thirlow, we go back to Tawstock and hope he turns up to see the Duchess for the party?
* Morgan nods
(Morgan) I suppose so
(HH) That's on yer birthday,  isnt it? Twelve days away.
* Morgan nods
(HH) HH: *he gets out the map* Seven days from Thirlow to Tawstock. They will 'ave to be leaving on the twenty seventh at the latest. If the weather is not too bad, we can get t' Thirlow on th' twenty fourth, but even that is cutting it fine to be back on the 31st when our girls expect us.
* Morgan sighs
* HH looks at him "I know"
(Morgan) So we just have to hope for good weather... reckon we can get back to the ship today?
(HH) Mebbie. Landlady warned me a storm's coming up though. Have to hope we outrun it.
(HH) C: It rains constantly here. How bad could it get?
(Morgan) this far north, bad
(HH) **The Ladlady's barometer was right. They managed to get in the dry, but by mid-afternoon the rain is coming down in sheets and the wind has picked up. By four o'clock it has become outright dangerous, gales blowing the thick drops of water almost horizontal. The road is getting thick with mud, and the horses reluctant.
(HH) HH shouts: Come on Morgan, let's call it a loss an' start over in the morning.
* Morgan swears like a sailor before nodding
* HH and Claudia start looking out for somewhere to stay
(HH) **The next place they reach is a village called Sowerby where they find a small inn with stabling. They find food and shelter, but the grey daylight outside is frustrating, they should have been able to manage two more hours yet, and reach Denholme. HH sits by the window drinking coffee, and Claudia sits beside him sharpening a dagger.
(HH) Gettin' a bit like that book you read Varick. King ends up away from home, tryin' to get back to his wife an' son, things keep getting in his way.
* Morgan nods, picking at the skin by his thumbnail
* HH is obviously brooding, watching the harsh flashes of light and accompanying booms
(Morgan) whats on your mind?
(HH) Missin' my wife. Wonderin' what's gonna happen if he gets to Tawstock b'fore we do
(Morgan) She'll be safe
(HH) Prob'ly.
(Morgan) Not probably... 
(HH) You know that how?
(Morgan) Because my wife can stop his heart by touching him... she won't let anything happen to Inga
* HH and Claudia both look at him
(HH) With just a _touch_?!
(Morgan) and a bit of concentration
* HH cracks his neck
(HH) That'd be terrifying in anyone else.
* Morgan nods
(Morgan) aye
(Morgan) I'd have preferred it
(HH) C: That _would_ be terrifying.
(Morgan) because I'd be more likely to use it?
(HH) C: *she nods* Less tolerance for bullshit
* Morgan nods
* HH looks at the rain coming down "Avalonian weather is bullshit. Might lose a day fr'm this."
* Morgan scowls
(HH) **There's another crash of Thunder and the wind rattles the window whilst HH watches out** C: Look, both of you. It takes as long as it takes. Your wives will understand. By tomorrow we'll be back under way. Do something useful, or get drunk. Either way, stop moping.
(Morgan) define... useful
(HH) C: Work out what you're going to do about your uncle and your package. Strategise for how to take him down in Thirlow if he's there, and what to do with the woman. Think about where else he might have gone if he's not in Thirlow and doesnt go to Tawstock and plan how to catch the bastard
(Morgan) I don't have time to see my uncle, realistically...
* HH gets out the map and a pencil
(HH) Jus' gotta play around with the plans til we make it work. She's right, gotta _do_ something.
(Morgan) I was thinking in terms of taking him down, I was going to hit him quite hard...
(HH) C: *she rolls her eyes* All that Academy training, wasted on your brain.
* HH laughs, writing on the side of the map
(Morgan) wasted?! That _was_ my academy training talking...
(HH) C: *she snorts* Taking him down at the house, or luring him away?
(Morgan) I don't know he'll be lured anywhere
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(HH) What about... taking him down very early in th' morning?
* Morgan shrugs
(Morgan) how early
(HH) Five ish
(Morgan) could work... means being there before dawn
(HH) Gonna have t' stay overnight anyhow
* HH draws on the map lightly
(HH) 'Ssume we don't get back to Denholme til tomorrow late. We were gonna sail t' Whiststable, but instead we go to Durham. Ride isnt much longer...
(Morgan) whats the benefit of making the ride longer?
(HH) Puts the ship closer to Catterick. Koen or Sorgi go to Catterick whilst we go to Thirlow. On a round trip they could have Christopher on board. The next afternoon we can be back, if we leave Thirlow early. You have the evening to catch up. In the morning we sail back, Christopher rides home from Durham.
* Morgan nods slowly
(Morgan) We can't make that day up no matter what we do, can we
(HH) C: *she pauses in her sharpening,  glancing at the map* Nope. Only hope is we catch lucky with the winds the last four days, but unlikely.
(Morgan) Then following that plan doesn't really cost us time overall
(HH) Woulda told you if it did. You'll basic'ly be spending time with him when we couldn't be sailing anyway
* Morgan nods
(HH) C: **she runs the whetstone over the metal again* Looks fine t' me
* Morgan nods
(Morgan) alright
* HH nods
(HH) Find somewhere to stay in Thirlow, a few hours kip, up early enough to break in and whisk him off still in 'is nightshirt.
(HH) C: If he's not there or in Tawstock? Then what?
* Morgan sighs
(Morgan) I don't know. I've no idea where they'll go
(HH) Selling everything,  'e's a wanted man in Eisen with too many ties to Avalon to stay. I'd skip th' country, start over with liquidated assets.
(HH) C: *she looks at Morgan* Plausible.
(Morgan) He's got an estate in Ussura
* HH folds the map, watching Morgan during another bright flash and rumble
(HH) 'Ow far you gonna go to get this swine, Morgan?
(Morgan) He has to be stopped
(HH) Not an answer. 'Ow far... how long?
* Morgan sighs
(Morgan) as far and as long as it takes. I'll send you back.
(HH) Like fuck will you.
(Morgan) I'm not keeping you from your wife
(HH) Wasn' asking you to send me back. But if this is a vendetta, not just a take down and return to the Duchess, I wanna know what t' expect.
(HH) C: *she watches them both, saying nothing*
* Morgan shakes his head
(Morgan) He's gotten away with too much for too long... I promised to bring him to justice, and I mean to.
(HH) C: If he goes out of Avalon, are you taking him to Tawstock or back to Eisen? Or is he signing a witnessed Will then going nowhere?
(Morgan) Tawstock. 
(HH) C: I should be the one to go. You're both going to be needed.
* Morgan shakes his head slightly
(HH) C: *she looks at him* You're going to let Molly try and save two lives and almost certainly fail, but be off in Ussura or fuck knows where whilst she deals with that? Horseshit.
* Morgan watches her for a moment, almost unnervingly seriously
(Morgan) You can't kill him...
(HH) C: *she matches it* did I say I would?
(Morgan) Did you say you wouldn't... an I'm well aware of your views on people like him
(HH) **Claudia's jaw ripples, keeping the intense eye contact** If he goes out of Avalon, or your wife fails, I will retrieve him. I am the only one who can travel for months hunting him without hurting others.
* HH watches them, drinking some coffee
(Morgan) You give your word you will bring him back alive, with all his limbs?
(HH) C: **she nods curtly** If I must.
* Morgan shakes his head
(HH) Mebbie we'll get lucky and they'll be in Thirlow, then none of this is needed, is it?
* Morgan shrugs
(Morgan) she understands how important it is. Thats all I need
(HH) C: I think he should be put to death on sight, but that's not what you want, so that's not what will happen.
(Morgan) I think he deserves to be flayed and made to eat his own liver, but... more good can come from what we already have planned
(HH) C: He wouldn't understand it anyway. They never appreciate the depth of the violation no matter how much you hurt them
(HH) **The Landlord comes over, bringing a fresh coffee pot** Gonna be a rough one tonight, trees down on the morrow I 'spect
(Morgan) Got any scotch?
(HH) **he nods** How much do you want?
* HH looks at Morgan "Just go for the one bottle t' start with?"
* Morgan nods
(HH) **they settle in with cards and drink, his friends getting tipsy, Heinzharold singing rude songs in Eisen, and they coax and encourage him to just take a break for the night
* Morgan flicks a card at him, landing it in his mouth
(HH) **the handful of other patrons clap, impressed. Bets are soon made that Morgan cant repeat it
* Morgan shrugs, doing it again
(Morgan) if Eisen ever falls, at least I can make a living entertaining people...
(HH) **there's a loud boom of thunder overhead. HH, child of the Sudlache, looks at Morgan
(HH) Hope that's not a sign!
(Morgan) Not here... its more or less how they tell one day from the next
(HH) **They laugh. The other people in the tavern start betting Morgan can't do other throwing things. Drinks are bought for him, the tricks get harder. Eventually, Claudia says "time to call it a night!"
* Morgan nods
(Morgan) got a long day of... well, trudging, really
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* HH trips up the stairs, singing about peaches and cream. She shakes her head "At least she isn't here to endure this!"
* Morgan nods
(Morgan) lucky
* HH grins "G'dnight!"
(Morgan) night man
(HH) C: *she smiles* Goodnight, Heinzharold
* HH goes in
** You're now known as Claudia
(Claudia) Keep your fingers crossed it's passed by the morning
* Morgan nods, sighing
* Claudia looks to Morgan
(Claudia) You going to be alright?
(Morgan) tonight?
(Claudia) Yes, but also if there's more delay
* Morgan shrugs
(Morgan) not a lot of choice but to be
(Claudia) I need you to be. I'm counting on you to help me bear him and his singing for another few weeks!
(Morgan) for you, I'll make sure I am... nightmares not withstanding...
* Claudia nods, grasping his arm as they usually do
(Claudia) Goodnight, Morgan
(Morgan) g'night Claudia
(Claudia) **The rooms are quite homely, similar to the rooms in the cottages they're longing to be back at, once of the more pleasant ones he's stayed in on this trip*
(Claudia) **with his room between his and Claudia's he hears noone having sex, but he does hear HH still singing a little  while
* Morgan gets himself ready for bed, doing his usual prep, before climbing into the bed and opening the book
(Claudia) **He's a day behind, so it says: Tuesday 20th, evening. Paan.
(Claudia) I suspect this will be the last I can write, here at the table, before my needs become too strong and I must go to bed and hope to be intimate with you. Writing to you this way, remembering and imagining you reading my most intimate thoughts, is really very arousing!
(Claudia) Paan will always hold a fond place in my mind. The thrill of playing with you, teasing you, watching your concentration crack under my touch was blissful. The way you had to stay so controlled yet were struggling to do so…
(Claudia) Part of me did not want to stop, desperately as I was aching for you (a sensation so easy to recall as I sit here feeling that same need now!). Part of me wanted simply to slip outside the tavern where we could find a dark spot against the wall and you could lift my skirts and take me urgently, our desire too strong to get any further to our room.
(Claudia) Part of me wanted to keep stroking you there beneath the table, mere seconds away from being caught by Edward, James or the strangers singing.
(Claudia) **I wanted to keep on, feeling the jerky movements of your hips as you tried to decide whether to fight the sensation or yield to my wishes. To hear your breathing get ragged. To warn you that I was not going to stop.
(Claudia) I have imagined this many times since. I quietly tell you to pretend like you are whispering to me so we don't get caught. You bring your mouth against my ear, breathing fast, and say "You,  my lass, are a…" (your breath catches and you harden further) "...Very..." (Your body tenses and the word comes out through gritted teeth) "...Bad…" (With a growl, your manhood jerks hard inside my fist) "...Girl…"
(Claudia) **And then the hot thick pulses of your release surge into the fabric and over my fingers, pleasure sweeping through you, staying as quiet as you can, your forehead pressed to my hair, vulnerable and yet still somehow in control…
(Claudia) Well, my love. I can write no more! My legs are trembling at this, and I fear that I am so aroused that my dress may have a damp spot visible to all if I dare engage further in my fantasies of you!
(Claudia) ** I hope wherever you are tonight, my words have brought at least a smile to your lips even if they have been unable to quicken your heart, speed your breathing, or cause a certain swelling I am most fond of! Goodnight xxx
* Morgan puts the book away, finishing his drink before trying to sleep
(Claudia) **The rain, wind and thunder makes the night loud, but he eventually falls asleep.
(Claudia) **Tonight he is in his own dream, not knowing it's just a dream. They're in the nursery in die Dauerhaftigkeit, the night everyone was away. He's breathing heavily having just released over Molly's hand and his stomach, his fingers still against her clit as she shudders one last time, the first time they've pleasured each other.
(Claudia) **He's almost completely naked, trousers around his ankles, shirt dropped on the floor. Then she becomes quiet, removing her hand from him and using a towel to wipe the sticky white fluid from it.
** You're now known as Molly
(Molly) ((Done))
* Morgan watches her for a moment
(Morgan) are you alright?
(Molly) **he can see big tears run down her cheeks despite her keeping her head bowed
(Morgan) blossom, whats wrong?
(Molly) I'm so sorry… I don't think we should have done that
(Morgan) blossom, tell me whats wrong please
(Molly) I'm sorry. I'm not that sort of girl.
* Molly still doesn't look up
(Morgan) I never thought you were... 
(Molly) I did not want to disappoint you, I wanted to make you happy with me, like the girls on the Coral said.
(Morgan) I _am_ happy with you... I thought... whats brought this on blossom?
* Molly shrugs
(Molly) It just seems so... base... so coarse. I like it when you kiss me and are gentle and we behave respectably
(Molly) **This makes no sense. She has been working up to pleasuring him for days, even rubbing his erection through his trousers in his office yesterday with great eagerness. It was her idea to take things a step further tonight.**
(Morgan) I don't understand, you've been working up to this for days... this was your idea...
* Molly looks guilty
(Molly) I thought I wanted this...
(Morgan) but you have discovered you don't like it?
* Molly nods
(Molly) I'm sorry. I don't feel any need to do anything unusual. I would be happy for you to just take your marital dues in the traditional way a couple of times a week
* Morgan nods, pulling his trousers up
(Morgan) I don't understand, you've always proclaimed to wanting to do... more...
(Molly) If you are used to that with Dietlinde... I don't know I am going to live up to that. I am sorry. **she bows her head again, self-consciously smoothing down her skirt*
(Morgan) You did not enjoy it at all?
(Molly) I... I did, I think... but... Perhaps you might need a mistress, I am sorry *she sighs heavily, still crying*
(Morgan) My father would not allow that
(Molly) Then there is only the option that I rescind my answer to your proposal and you find a woman more like... like you need
* Morgan scowls
* Morgan stands, moving to the furthest corner of the room
(Molly) **It starts to feel even odder, like there is no way Molly would mention Dietlinde at such a time, or behave like this
* Morgan turns, looking around the room then to Molly
(Morgan) what the hell is going on?
(Molly) I am sorry. I am sure it's normal for some people to like such things, but... it isnt the sort of girl I was raised to be. I am a Gentleman's Daughter.
(Morgan) No, this isn't you.. you would not mention Dietlinde at a time like this...
(Molly) It is so much to live up to, liebes herz. I wish you understood that.
* Morgan shakes his head, scanning the room again
* Molly stands up, brushing down her skirt
(Molly) I should go. We should not be here unchaperoned.
(Morgan) This is all wrong, it doesn't make sense...
(Molly) **This isn't at all like the desirous woman he has made love to so passionately so many times these last few months. And then he realises he must just be dreaming*
* Morgan sighs
(Morgan) I'm dreaming...
* Molly just stands still, watching him
* Molly says nothing. The fire continues to crackle in the grate
* Morgan looks at the fire, concentrating on putting it out
(Molly) **it goes out straight away*
* Morgan looks at the chair, trying to move it
(Molly) **it moves easily*
* Molly does nothing, just watching him like a living doll
* Morgan nods
(Morgan) a dream... I'm just dreaming...
* Molly still doesn't speak or move
* Morgan moves to her, taking her hands
* Molly holds them, as if she is active only when he interacts with her
* Morgan sighs with frustration
(Morgan) what good am I if I can't figure out what I'm meant to do
* Molly looks sad at his frustration,  squeezing his hands
(Molly) You are sad, liebes herz
* Morgan sighs
(Morgan) I wish I could speak to you my love...
* Molly just looks confused by this
(Molly) You are speaking to me
* Morgan tries to wake up
(Molly) **he manages it. Her negligee has become entangled tightly around his arm. He's only slept an hour.**
* Morgan mutters, many of the words expletives before untangling his arm and trying to go back to sleep
(Molly) **He's soon asleep again. Having tracked down Kai with the help of Kurt, he returns from Lady DeBurgh's house in Thirlow to Catherine's. What had happened in Thirlow had been an abomination, and he had tried to block out the cruel actions he had always feared he was capable of.
(Molly) He wants to be back with Molly, the weeks away making him wonder how often she has been lucid, and how she had used her gestures to have him kiss her fingertips before he left. It was a step closer to her returning to the world, even when her body is still broken and she is still almost bedridden.
(Molly) With Kai dead and his mangled remains buried head down in an anonymous field, there is really nothing more to hold him here in Avalon, no higher priority now than Molly's recovery. If she can travel, he will take her tomorrow. Hell, he will carry her in his arms all those hundreds of miles to Sudlachenburg if she needs it. Noone will hurt her ever again. He will never fail to protect her again.
(Molly) All he needs is her absolution, like taking his sins before the Mother Of God in the Vaticine prayers he can, but shouldn't be able to, recite. A benediction, forgiveness. Understanding. If she can not hate him, he can try not to hate himself
(Molly) He gets to his front door.
* Morgan goes inside, putting his coat aside
(Molly) **Mary is folding washing. She looks pleased to see him** Master Hockridge, welcome home!
* Morgan nods
(Morgan) Mary... how is she?
(Molly) Mary: Well *she smiles* last week she wrote down that she wanted to try it, and we did, so she is sat in a chair in the garden.
* Morgan smiles, nodding
(Molly) Mary: I'll get you some tea, shall I?
(Morgan) please... where is she now?
(Molly) Mary: Out in the garden again
* Morgan nods
(Morgan) I'll go see her
(Molly) **Molly is indeed on a low chair in the back garden, and has a straw hat pulled low, the sun falling on her pink dress.
* Morgan goes and crouches in front of her
* Molly seems to be dozing
* Morgan touches her hand gently
* Molly slowly rouses, looking at his hand. She smiles
* Molly wraps her hand around his, looking up at him. With the other hand she gestures $hello$
(Morgan) Hello blossom
(Molly) $missed you$
(Morgan) I missed you too, so very much.
* Molly reaches up with her free hand, gently stroking his face like she had so many months ago, sat in the couch the day ahe picked up the Rose in Carleon
* Morgan turns slightly, kissing her palm
* Molly blushes, smiling warmly
* Molly lets go of his other hand $stay?$
(Morgan) sort of... I was thinking maybe you'd like to come with me to my home in Eisen... 
* Molly nods, smiling
(Molly) $you are a good friend$
* Morgan kisses her hand again
(Morgan) its very simple really. I love you very much
* Molly looks surprised, smiling. Tears come to her eyes
(Molly) **he's not seen her cry, not since before the attack, even with the pain or the fear of her present state*
(Morgan) are you alright blossom?
* Molly nods then swallows a couple of times, tears on her cheeks. Her voice is barely more than a whisper as she says the first words he has heard her say since that night "I… love… you"
* Morgan kisses her hand again, eyes not leaving hers
* Molly uses her free hand to kiss her fingertips then bring them to his lips
* Morgan kisses them
* Molly uses one finger to touch his lower lip, then brings it to her own, not kissing it, just touching it
(Morgan) You want me to kiss you?
* Molly nods
* Morgan nods, moving to put his lips to hers gently
* Molly kisses him back softly
* Molly gently strokes his cheek as she kisses him tenderly
* Morgan returns the gesture
* Molly pulls away a moment $getting better$
(Morgan) You are?
* Molly nods
(Morgan) I'm glad... with all my heart, I am glad
* Molly nods again $be your companion?$
(Morgan) thats what you want?
* Molly nods eagerly
* Morgan nods
(Morgan) alright blossom
(Molly) $what you want?$
* Morgan nods
(Morgan) I want you to be with me forever
* Molly nods, tears coming again
(Molly) $yes please$
* Morgan nods
(Morgan) good
* Molly gives a half hearted smile $too broken for mistress$
(Morgan) No, my love...
(Molly) $body too broken...$
(Morgan) it doesn't matter blossom
(Molly) $heart still good though$
(Molly) $what do you want?$
(Morgan) you, with me.
* Molly nods $yes. Forever.$
* Morgan nods
(Morgan) thats what I want
* Molly leans forward, though it isnt without a hint of discomfort in her expression, and kisses him again
* Morgan returns her kiss 
(Molly) **he hears the first chime of the dawn watch, realising it's a dream**
* Morgan pulls away, looking at her, concentrating, trying to make her better
* Molly looks puzzled, tilting her head
(Molly) $the pain has stopped$
* Morgan nods
(Morgan) thats good
* Molly fidgets in her seat
(Molly) $I think I can move properly again$
* Morgan nods
* Molly tries to stand up
* Morgan stands with her
* Molly manages it, smiling broadly
(Molly) I can stand properly! Oh my god, I can talk too!
* Molly dissolves into a flood of tears, wrapping her arms around his neck
* Morgan nods
(Morgan) thats better
* Molly puts both hands on his cheeks, repeatedly kissing his mouth and murmuring "I love you, liebes herz"
(Morgan) I love you blossom... 
(Molly) **He hears the three familiar chimes**
* Morgan kisses her once more before trying to wake
* Molly kisses him back slower. The feeling of her soft lips slowly dissipates, replaced with the cold darkness and noise of strong winds outside the window that he wakes to
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