[Oz should feel something, he thinks. He should feel triumphant, or at the very least happy that it's finally over, but all he can muster at the moment is, well, exhaustion. he's been putting one foot in front of the other for so long, he's been smiling no matter what for so long, that being confronted with the fact that he no longer has to do either of those things leaves him feeling... a little empty. Maybe it's because it's not a perfect storybook ending. ]
[For the moment, he separates himself from the crowd of similarly tired, but more enthusiastic Havenites, with a quick excuse, but a smile too of course. But the silence after leaving that atmosphere of relief and gaiety makes the lump in his throat and the dull, pressing pain in his chest more obvious.]
[Storybook endings just end, after all. they never talk about what comes after. So Oz is left to muddle in his own thoughts, because he knows the reason why he feels this way. There are promises to keep and people to see, but there's only one person at the moment that he really wants to see right now -- and she's the reason why, he knows, that he's feeling this way.]
[His wandering eventually leads him to the very wall Morgan's sitting on. Her back is to him, but he recognizes her immediately anyway, of course. His steps don't linger, he doesn't let himself, instead -- he keeps on walking, climbs up on that stone wall without falling down like a fool, and finally sits down next to her.]
[whatever her reaction, whatever she says, Oz turns to her with a smile of his own, genuine this time.]
Morgan. [it's a greeting and an exclamation of relief all in one, even as his eyes rest on her face.] How long have you been sitting here?
[she shouldn't be alone!! no morgans should be ALONE]
IM HERE TO CRY
[For the moment, he separates himself from the crowd of similarly tired, but more enthusiastic Havenites, with a quick excuse, but a smile too of course. But the silence after leaving that atmosphere of relief and gaiety makes the lump in his throat and the dull, pressing pain in his chest more obvious.]
[Storybook endings just end, after all. they never talk about what comes after. So Oz is left to muddle in his own thoughts, because he knows the reason why he feels this way. There are promises to keep and people to see, but there's only one person at the moment that he really wants to see right now -- and she's the reason why, he knows, that he's feeling this way.]
[His wandering eventually leads him to the very wall Morgan's sitting on. Her back is to him, but he recognizes her immediately anyway, of course. His steps don't linger, he doesn't let himself, instead -- he keeps on walking, climbs up on that stone wall without falling down like a fool, and finally sits down next to her.]
[whatever her reaction, whatever she says, Oz turns to her with a smile of his own, genuine this time.]
Morgan. [it's a greeting and an exclamation of relief all in one, even as his eyes rest on her face.] How long have you been sitting here?
[she shouldn't be alone!! no morgans should be ALONE]