Fic a Day 6
Title: Kittens For Ladies (for lack of an actual title)
Fandom: Merlin
Verse: None
Warnings: Mild sex
Word Count: 628
Summary: Challenge #6 - Happy Endings
Status: Complete - Unedited
For a long terrifying minute Percival forgot what it felt like to breathe. The water sucked him down greedily, resisting his every effort to get back to the surface. By the time she came to him his vision was shrinking and foul water was the only thing he could taste. She looked like a dream when she appeared, an angel with soft, sad eyes and a delicate, pointed face. Peace fell over him as he was lifted up, and he closed his eyes, ready to leave behind the burn in his chest.
To say that the taste of air came as a surprise to him was a severe understatement. He coughed and sputtered and choked, but when his lungs were finally finished expelling the water he found that his savior was still there.
A tiny slip of a girl sat beside him, dressed in a gown that looked all the more beautiful wet and clinging to her curves. “Who,” he tried to ask, unable to believe that she had the strength to pull him from the depths, but she put her fingers over his lips and smiled at him, shaking her head.
She kissed him then, her lips as soft and sweet as they looked, and despite what she had just done, and the answers that seemed to lay just out of reach, Percival couldn’t help but return it. He owed her his life, and though she didn’t say a single word, he somehow knew how he could repay her.
It still felt like a dream as he pulled her onto his lap and reached around to unlace the dress, her hands working at his own clothes. A soft mist hung in the air as they explored each other, and he could swear it made her skin shine as he revealed her to his eyes. When he entered her, not a single sound escaped her lips, and words fell painfully short of worthy in this moment, when even time seemed to stop for them.
All too soon it was over, and exhaustion fell over the man like a warm cloak. He struggled to stay awake, afraid she would disappear, but when he realized he couldn’t Percival settled on a single question.
“Who are you?” He saw her lips move, but never heard the answer, and when he awoke he was lying along on the sands, fully clothed.
She was all he could think about after, night and day. It must have been a dream, but no matter what he did he couldn’t seem to shake her from his memory. Months passed, however, and he started to think that maybe the waters themselves finally released him onto the shore.
On a day in the height of fall, he went back to that lake. He’d been back hundreds of times and found nothing, but today was the day he finally accepted defeat. He’d come to say goodbye.
“I don’t know if I dreamed you, or if you were just the lady of this lake and granted me life for reasons I do not understand. I wish I knew for sure who you were.”
“Freya.” Percival whirled around in surprise. She stood at the edge of the trees, watching him shyly, every bit as beautiful as he remembered.
“You’re real...” he whispered, taking a step forward.
“I’m real.” Freya met him halfway, throwing her arms around his shoulders as he picked her up, almost weightless in his arms. “You saved me,” she told him after they kissed.
Percival shook his head. “We saved each other.” He reminded her gently.
He carried her home, bought her a kitten, and they lived happily ever after amongst the teasing of his friends, who couldn’t believe that after all this time Percival wasn’t completely mad.
Fandom: Merlin
Verse: None
Warnings: Mild sex
Word Count: 628
Summary: Challenge #6 - Happy Endings
Status: Complete - Unedited
For a long terrifying minute Percival forgot what it felt like to breathe. The water sucked him down greedily, resisting his every effort to get back to the surface. By the time she came to him his vision was shrinking and foul water was the only thing he could taste. She looked like a dream when she appeared, an angel with soft, sad eyes and a delicate, pointed face. Peace fell over him as he was lifted up, and he closed his eyes, ready to leave behind the burn in his chest.
To say that the taste of air came as a surprise to him was a severe understatement. He coughed and sputtered and choked, but when his lungs were finally finished expelling the water he found that his savior was still there.
A tiny slip of a girl sat beside him, dressed in a gown that looked all the more beautiful wet and clinging to her curves. “Who,” he tried to ask, unable to believe that she had the strength to pull him from the depths, but she put her fingers over his lips and smiled at him, shaking her head.
She kissed him then, her lips as soft and sweet as they looked, and despite what she had just done, and the answers that seemed to lay just out of reach, Percival couldn’t help but return it. He owed her his life, and though she didn’t say a single word, he somehow knew how he could repay her.
It still felt like a dream as he pulled her onto his lap and reached around to unlace the dress, her hands working at his own clothes. A soft mist hung in the air as they explored each other, and he could swear it made her skin shine as he revealed her to his eyes. When he entered her, not a single sound escaped her lips, and words fell painfully short of worthy in this moment, when even time seemed to stop for them.
All too soon it was over, and exhaustion fell over the man like a warm cloak. He struggled to stay awake, afraid she would disappear, but when he realized he couldn’t Percival settled on a single question.
“Who are you?” He saw her lips move, but never heard the answer, and when he awoke he was lying along on the sands, fully clothed.
She was all he could think about after, night and day. It must have been a dream, but no matter what he did he couldn’t seem to shake her from his memory. Months passed, however, and he started to think that maybe the waters themselves finally released him onto the shore.
On a day in the height of fall, he went back to that lake. He’d been back hundreds of times and found nothing, but today was the day he finally accepted defeat. He’d come to say goodbye.
“I don’t know if I dreamed you, or if you were just the lady of this lake and granted me life for reasons I do not understand. I wish I knew for sure who you were.”
“Freya.” Percival whirled around in surprise. She stood at the edge of the trees, watching him shyly, every bit as beautiful as he remembered.
“You’re real...” he whispered, taking a step forward.
“I’m real.” Freya met him halfway, throwing her arms around his shoulders as he picked her up, almost weightless in his arms. “You saved me,” she told him after they kissed.
Percival shook his head. “We saved each other.” He reminded her gently.
He carried her home, bought her a kitten, and they lived happily ever after amongst the teasing of his friends, who couldn’t believe that after all this time Percival wasn’t completely mad.