make the clock reverse…
morgana pendragon week
day 7: free choice → morgana + colors
He was kind of mean today. He forgot to turn his hours in for work, and was stressing out because he couldn’t send them in from his phone. And I was trying to be helpful, but he was just being very brash.
I understand that I don’t always get things right away, that I’m not all that intelligent, that I don’t completely understand the situation. But I was trying to help. I want to help. Instead I felt terribly useless, and like I was only making things worse. Which maybe I was, but you should protect me from feeling that.
You’ll never know exactly how much trouble I went through to get you back on the dinner list. I went out and bought you a steak so I wouldn’t have to tell you that Wednesday was off because I fucked up and forgot to call my grandma.
But when I mentioned it tonight you didn’t seem to even care that your words hurt me. You were dealing with a situation and I got in the way. My thoughts and feelings never seem to matter when it comes down to it. And I’m sorry if that kinda hurts me. I’m an emotional mess. Just be more considerate.
Nice job, I hope? Pleasant? Easy? Sort of thing you’d expect an unqualified wizard kid to be able to do without overstretching themselves?
Tell me Harry, what exactly is the function of a rubber duck?