14 Days of A/G:Fic: Together We Will Rise Out Of Our Nightminds
Title: Together We Will Rise Out Of Our Nightminds
Characters/Pairings: Arthur/Guinevere
Rating/Warnings: G
Spoilers: Nope not that I can see
Disclaimer: I own nothing =[
Summary: Arthur and Gwen argue
Word Count: 1,765
Author’s notes: for Camelot_love’s 14 days of love. Prompt was F-42.Together we will rise out of our nightminds / And into the light at the end of the fight - Missy Higgins, Nightminds (SONG!FIC). And was prompted by fly_to_dawn hope you all enjoy it, and check out the song it’s really beautiful, I’d never heard it before but I’m totally in love with it now LOL comments are ♥
Together we will rise out of our nightminds
“What do you know you’re just a servant?!?”
Arthur voice was harsh, cold, angered and brutal, halting Gwen’s next words, trapping them within her throat so that she choked on them. Her chest suddenly felt tight, her body in shock, as if he’d just slapped her, though she suspected a physical hit would hurt less. The fury in his words, the coldness in his eyes as the words had been thrown at her, had cut deep, slashing a vein within her heart. She stood there in utter shock unable to speak, unable to move. Her anger had evaporated; the infuriated retort she was going to give had fled her mind. She was numb now, a numbness that throbbed inside her, dragging her down to lower levels.
Arthur bit down on his lip, turning his face away from her and focused on the floor, stunned by his own voice. Had he really spoken so cruelly to her, had he allowed himself to utter such words, words that were not his own? She was only trying to help, just being Guinevere, his Guinevere and he’d...he’d thrown it back in her face, in the worst way possible. He’d become his father for split second, unable to see reason, just lashing out, blinded by a haze and he hated himself for it. He’d lashed out at her and though he could no longer see Gwen’s face, he could feel the hurt he’d caused seeping out of her, flooding the room and inflicting wounds on his own flesh. Get mad, yell at me, slap me Arthur silently begged. Just please don’t…
“You’re right it’s not my place. I’m sorry my lord” Gwen withdrew hurriedly, desperate to get far away, practically running down the corridor halls, silent tears falling down her cheeks.
Do that Arthur finished his silent thought, slumping his head and shoulders forward and then slamming his first hard against the stone wall, wincing but thankful for the pain he felt he deserved, as the skin across his knuckles spilt open and blood trickle down into his palm. Arthur squeezed his fist tight, finger nails digging into his plan, skin opening wider across his knuckles, inflicting more stinging. He had half a mind to do it again; beat himself against the wall, over and over till his blood flooded the room and his bones broke. He deserved it, for what he’d just done. The frustration and desperate need to turn back time; coursed through his veins. He stood like that slumped against the wall; head bowed forward, clenched fists digging into the cold stone until a knight knocked at the door informing him his father required his presence.
For the rest of the day he was in foul mood, though he would not speak of the reason to anyone, most just supposed it was due to the situation at hand. Merlin bore the brunt of his displeasure, Arthur snapping at his heels every two seconds like a rabid animal. He didn’t complain though, just continued to keep his smile on, be as cheerful as possible, trying to somehow lighten the dark mood Arthur had put himself into. Offering advice that Arthur just shot down, telling him to mind his own business, eventually Merlin had grown tired of the abuse and left him alone.
Arthur had tried to find Gwen in the spare moments he had, but she was nowhere to be found, avoiding him no doubt, not that he blamed her. What he had said was low, a stupid moment of anger. He wasn’t even mad at her, he loved that she was always there challenging him, making him stay true to himself. He was annoyed at the situation and, because he’s an idiot he took it out on her. He’d caused pain to the one person in this world he swore he’d never hurt. So it was no surprise to him that now, deep into the night he could not sleep. Restlessly he tossed and turned, thrashing about wildly. Every time his eyes closed he saw her face, how it had clouded over at his words, the way her eyes had darkened, her inner light dimming. Guinevere retreating back into Gwen; Gwen, who’s just a servant. Arthur for the thousandth time that day cursed himself and his foolishness. He couldn’t leave it like this; he couldn’t sleep without making amends. With purpose Arthur retreated from his bed and headed off to find the forgiveness he needed to calm the beast inside him.
Gwen lay in bed her eyes skyward staring at the ceiling. She sighed deeply for the umpteenth time since leaving Arthur, her chest heaving. She knew he hadn’t meant what he said, but that did not lessen the blow or soothe the sting and so although she was aware that he’d tried to find her, she’d purposely been avoiding him, not ready to face him. In some ways she was to blame as well, she should not have spoken so harshly, it wasn’t her place to say such things it was true, but beyond that she shouldn’t have attacked him, backed him into a corner when he was struggling within himself. She’d let herself become far too emotionally charged over the situation as it held attachment to the wrongs her family had suffered at the hands of Uther. Gwen had allowed all her emotions to control her, anger, sadness, bitterness, confusion, guilt, helplessness and in doing so she’d lost her patience. She too had become blinded and so they had thrown words at each other, meaning to hit the beast they were wrestling with and slay it, but had just hurt each other instead. But this was all in hindsight, useless information that did nothing to soothe the wounds that where present.
They’d augured before, had lovers’ tiffs only over silly things and sometimes over things of more importance, but it had never accumulated as it had today, words had not drawn blood. She was a coward really, she should have just let him find her, say whatever it was he had to say instead of running; for now she was stuck feeling all mixed up inside, aching; missing something. Gwen could only describe the feeling as being homesick. How ridiculous was that; she was in her own home, feeling homesick. She should go talk to him, there was no chance of getting any sleep while her mind burned and twisted with discomfort. Gwen made the motion to get out of bed despite the late hour but then the thought struck her. Would he want to see her? What would she say? What would he say? She halted, biting down on her bottom lip, fear niggling in the back of her mind, chaining her body to the bed. Huffing with frustration, Gwen’s head flopped back onto the pillow, eyes turning skywards once more, fighting back the urge to thrash about in a childish manner.
Should she, shouldn’t she? What if he did mean what he said and she was wrong thinking he was just aggravated? What if he didn’t and she’d been right? Would he still be mad, would he not? Endless double edged questions swarmed round her head till she was sighing on every breath. No, she couldn’t carry on this way, shaking her head forcefully, trying to shake the doubt off her, Gwen rose grabbing her shawl as she headed for the door. When Gwen yanked open the door, letting the cold night air in, shivering slight in the change of temperature and was greeted with the sight of Arthur wearing the giant blue cloak he’d worn during the jousting tournament. Gwen’s expression turned into one of shock and surprise, matching Arthur’s. Arthur had one arm up, a first clenched ready to knock on the door; slowly as the surprise wore off he let it fall back down to his side. Gwen stood still silently, hesitant. Arthur stood rooted to the spot also, he’d rehearsed his apology speech to himself all the way here, but now that she was standing in front of him, sucking her bottom lip, it slipped out of his grasp.
How long they stayed like that, both fidgeting on the spot, darting their eyes this way and that, looking at everything but each other, they didn’t know. The cloud of nervousness hung over them and made each second uncomfortable and weigh them down. Out of pure luck their eyes met, locking onto each other and then suddenly they were simply unable to keep up the silence and were both blurting out in unison.
“I’m sorry.”
“No I’m…”
“I didn’t mean...”
“No, I didn’t mean...”
“Let me...”
“You go…”
Gwen smiled slightly at their foolishness; Arthur brushing his hands through his hair, shook his head slowly and then looked up at her awkwardly. His blue eyes were soft, his yet proper unspoken apology burring within them. Gwen looked up at him her own eyes burning with the same intention. Arthur, seeming to notice this, allowed himself to relax a little; maybe this wouldn’t be so hard after all.
“Guinevere I’m so sorry, I never meant to say what I did, I didn’t mean it, I..I, you know how I feel about you. I was just, I was....I was an idiot, just lashing out and I...” Arthur’s voice was unsure; broken, hesitant.
Gwen lips curled up ever so slightly in an understanding way.
“I know, I shouldn’t have pushed so hard, I could tell you were already stressed and I didn’t help attacking you like that...”
“No I was in the wrong, what I said was…was…”
“But I should have…”
“No this is my fault you where just trying to help…”
Gwen was about to reply but Arthur suddenly silenced her with his lips. The kiss caught Gwen completely by surprise and she was aware she’d made a squeaking noise as his lips made contact. But as the surprise wore off she began to respond to Arthur’s lips, kissing him back fiercely. It was if they’d been parted for years, only now being reunited and nothing mattered anymore. There were things still to say, words to clear the air but the fight was over, only the aftermath to deal with now. The shy looks, the whispered words of regret, reassurances of love and respect to be given. The over the top gestures in the coming days given by both of them. But in truth this moment here, this kiss said more than all the words they could, or ever would muster up. A light began shining in the distance, dawn was breaking.
Characters/Pairings: Arthur/Guinevere
Rating/Warnings: G
Spoilers: Nope not that I can see
Disclaimer: I own nothing =[
Summary: Arthur and Gwen argue
Word Count: 1,765
Author’s notes: for Camelot_love’s 14 days of love. Prompt was F-42.Together we will rise out of our nightminds / And into the light at the end of the fight - Missy Higgins, Nightminds (SONG!FIC). And was prompted by fly_to_dawn hope you all enjoy it, and check out the song it’s really beautiful, I’d never heard it before but I’m totally in love with it now LOL comments are ♥
Together we will rise out of our nightminds
“What do you know you’re just a servant?!?”
Arthur voice was harsh, cold, angered and brutal, halting Gwen’s next words, trapping them within her throat so that she choked on them. Her chest suddenly felt tight, her body in shock, as if he’d just slapped her, though she suspected a physical hit would hurt less. The fury in his words, the coldness in his eyes as the words had been thrown at her, had cut deep, slashing a vein within her heart. She stood there in utter shock unable to speak, unable to move. Her anger had evaporated; the infuriated retort she was going to give had fled her mind. She was numb now, a numbness that throbbed inside her, dragging her down to lower levels.
Arthur bit down on his lip, turning his face away from her and focused on the floor, stunned by his own voice. Had he really spoken so cruelly to her, had he allowed himself to utter such words, words that were not his own? She was only trying to help, just being Guinevere, his Guinevere and he’d...he’d thrown it back in her face, in the worst way possible. He’d become his father for split second, unable to see reason, just lashing out, blinded by a haze and he hated himself for it. He’d lashed out at her and though he could no longer see Gwen’s face, he could feel the hurt he’d caused seeping out of her, flooding the room and inflicting wounds on his own flesh. Get mad, yell at me, slap me Arthur silently begged. Just please don’t…
“You’re right it’s not my place. I’m sorry my lord” Gwen withdrew hurriedly, desperate to get far away, practically running down the corridor halls, silent tears falling down her cheeks.
Do that Arthur finished his silent thought, slumping his head and shoulders forward and then slamming his first hard against the stone wall, wincing but thankful for the pain he felt he deserved, as the skin across his knuckles spilt open and blood trickle down into his palm. Arthur squeezed his fist tight, finger nails digging into his plan, skin opening wider across his knuckles, inflicting more stinging. He had half a mind to do it again; beat himself against the wall, over and over till his blood flooded the room and his bones broke. He deserved it, for what he’d just done. The frustration and desperate need to turn back time; coursed through his veins. He stood like that slumped against the wall; head bowed forward, clenched fists digging into the cold stone until a knight knocked at the door informing him his father required his presence.
For the rest of the day he was in foul mood, though he would not speak of the reason to anyone, most just supposed it was due to the situation at hand. Merlin bore the brunt of his displeasure, Arthur snapping at his heels every two seconds like a rabid animal. He didn’t complain though, just continued to keep his smile on, be as cheerful as possible, trying to somehow lighten the dark mood Arthur had put himself into. Offering advice that Arthur just shot down, telling him to mind his own business, eventually Merlin had grown tired of the abuse and left him alone.
Arthur had tried to find Gwen in the spare moments he had, but she was nowhere to be found, avoiding him no doubt, not that he blamed her. What he had said was low, a stupid moment of anger. He wasn’t even mad at her, he loved that she was always there challenging him, making him stay true to himself. He was annoyed at the situation and, because he’s an idiot he took it out on her. He’d caused pain to the one person in this world he swore he’d never hurt. So it was no surprise to him that now, deep into the night he could not sleep. Restlessly he tossed and turned, thrashing about wildly. Every time his eyes closed he saw her face, how it had clouded over at his words, the way her eyes had darkened, her inner light dimming. Guinevere retreating back into Gwen; Gwen, who’s just a servant. Arthur for the thousandth time that day cursed himself and his foolishness. He couldn’t leave it like this; he couldn’t sleep without making amends. With purpose Arthur retreated from his bed and headed off to find the forgiveness he needed to calm the beast inside him.
Gwen lay in bed her eyes skyward staring at the ceiling. She sighed deeply for the umpteenth time since leaving Arthur, her chest heaving. She knew he hadn’t meant what he said, but that did not lessen the blow or soothe the sting and so although she was aware that he’d tried to find her, she’d purposely been avoiding him, not ready to face him. In some ways she was to blame as well, she should not have spoken so harshly, it wasn’t her place to say such things it was true, but beyond that she shouldn’t have attacked him, backed him into a corner when he was struggling within himself. She’d let herself become far too emotionally charged over the situation as it held attachment to the wrongs her family had suffered at the hands of Uther. Gwen had allowed all her emotions to control her, anger, sadness, bitterness, confusion, guilt, helplessness and in doing so she’d lost her patience. She too had become blinded and so they had thrown words at each other, meaning to hit the beast they were wrestling with and slay it, but had just hurt each other instead. But this was all in hindsight, useless information that did nothing to soothe the wounds that where present.
They’d augured before, had lovers’ tiffs only over silly things and sometimes over things of more importance, but it had never accumulated as it had today, words had not drawn blood. She was a coward really, she should have just let him find her, say whatever it was he had to say instead of running; for now she was stuck feeling all mixed up inside, aching; missing something. Gwen could only describe the feeling as being homesick. How ridiculous was that; she was in her own home, feeling homesick. She should go talk to him, there was no chance of getting any sleep while her mind burned and twisted with discomfort. Gwen made the motion to get out of bed despite the late hour but then the thought struck her. Would he want to see her? What would she say? What would he say? She halted, biting down on her bottom lip, fear niggling in the back of her mind, chaining her body to the bed. Huffing with frustration, Gwen’s head flopped back onto the pillow, eyes turning skywards once more, fighting back the urge to thrash about in a childish manner.
Should she, shouldn’t she? What if he did mean what he said and she was wrong thinking he was just aggravated? What if he didn’t and she’d been right? Would he still be mad, would he not? Endless double edged questions swarmed round her head till she was sighing on every breath. No, she couldn’t carry on this way, shaking her head forcefully, trying to shake the doubt off her, Gwen rose grabbing her shawl as she headed for the door. When Gwen yanked open the door, letting the cold night air in, shivering slight in the change of temperature and was greeted with the sight of Arthur wearing the giant blue cloak he’d worn during the jousting tournament. Gwen’s expression turned into one of shock and surprise, matching Arthur’s. Arthur had one arm up, a first clenched ready to knock on the door; slowly as the surprise wore off he let it fall back down to his side. Gwen stood still silently, hesitant. Arthur stood rooted to the spot also, he’d rehearsed his apology speech to himself all the way here, but now that she was standing in front of him, sucking her bottom lip, it slipped out of his grasp.
How long they stayed like that, both fidgeting on the spot, darting their eyes this way and that, looking at everything but each other, they didn’t know. The cloud of nervousness hung over them and made each second uncomfortable and weigh them down. Out of pure luck their eyes met, locking onto each other and then suddenly they were simply unable to keep up the silence and were both blurting out in unison.
“I’m sorry.”
“No I’m…”
“I didn’t mean...”
“No, I didn’t mean...”
“Let me...”
“You go…”
Gwen smiled slightly at their foolishness; Arthur brushing his hands through his hair, shook his head slowly and then looked up at her awkwardly. His blue eyes were soft, his yet proper unspoken apology burring within them. Gwen looked up at him her own eyes burning with the same intention. Arthur, seeming to notice this, allowed himself to relax a little; maybe this wouldn’t be so hard after all.
“Guinevere I’m so sorry, I never meant to say what I did, I didn’t mean it, I..I, you know how I feel about you. I was just, I was....I was an idiot, just lashing out and I...” Arthur’s voice was unsure; broken, hesitant.
Gwen lips curled up ever so slightly in an understanding way.
“I know, I shouldn’t have pushed so hard, I could tell you were already stressed and I didn’t help attacking you like that...”
“No I was in the wrong, what I said was…was…”
“But I should have…”
“No this is my fault you where just trying to help…”
Gwen was about to reply but Arthur suddenly silenced her with his lips. The kiss caught Gwen completely by surprise and she was aware she’d made a squeaking noise as his lips made contact. But as the surprise wore off she began to respond to Arthur’s lips, kissing him back fiercely. It was if they’d been parted for years, only now being reunited and nothing mattered anymore. There were things still to say, words to clear the air but the fight was over, only the aftermath to deal with now. The shy looks, the whispered words of regret, reassurances of love and respect to be given. The over the top gestures in the coming days given by both of them. But in truth this moment here, this kiss said more than all the words they could, or ever would muster up. A light began shining in the distance, dawn was breaking.