Morgana's hand lashed out, trapping Tremaine between the wall and Morgana, leaving no room for personal space. No room for running. No room for escaping.
"Three."
She swung the guitar back.
"Two."
If she got to one, guitar would meet face, regardless of consequences.
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Date: 2023-11-05 11:15 am (UTC)From:Morgana's hand lashed out, trapping Tremaine between the wall and Morgana, leaving no room for personal space. No room for running. No room for escaping.
"Three."
She swung the guitar back.
"Two."
If she got to one, guitar would meet face, regardless of consequences.