100 Fantasies Challenge: #111 Fic:Metamorphosis
Title: Metamorphosis
Characters/Pairings: Arthur/Gwen
Rating/Warnings: PG
Spoilers: Nope
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Summary: Gwen’s thoughts on Arthur’s scars
Word Count: 400
Author’s Notes: This was written for the 100 fantasies challenge hosted by camelot_love The prompt was: Gwen is fascinated by scars on Arthur
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Like moonbeams they glistened on his skin, scattered in mindless patterns. These shining silvers were like the moon in other ways as well; they too were covered in darkness. Yet their darkness was not that of colour, but in the clash of blades and the spilling of blood. They did not however, seem wrong or out of place on their thrones, nor did they feel right; like carved into the stone was where they were meant to be. They simply were. She found herself entranced by them, fascinated by each story they told, the history the silver held.
She would trace the lines gently with her fingertips, following the pattern. Memorizing their place and etching them into her mind, forever holding them captive. There were ones that were deeper; the tips of her spellbound fingers would dip further into the creamy skin and she’d find herself haunted by what ifs. What if it had been deeper? What if it had been higher up, or lower? What if he had turned right or left? What if…………………
They’d fill her psyche up to the brim making her overflow in a gush of fear. Her hand would stop dead in its tracks suddenly over whelmed by the thought that this moment, this tracing of the lines may not have taken place at all. That the shimmering streaks would have been buried deep in the earth along with him, her heart, had a, what if taken place.
Her heart would clench. A chain would wrap around it, squeezing till she felt she’d collapse under the strain. But she pushed them back, reminded herself that all was well. There was no doom of black dresses nor marble stone and tears. Yet she would look at them and still see the darkness, the blood and screams, the resounding sound of metal hitting metal. See the terrifying glimpses of a future that could have been. The caress of her fingers could not rid the streaks of them so her mouth would take over.
Firmly pressing her lips over each line, harder on the ones that made her scared, she would wipe the memory of battle away. Using her kisses she gave them a new memory to hold, a moment without rage and blood but filled with calmness, love and the promise of tomorrow. She rid them of the darkness. Took the moonbeams and fill them with sunshine.