Couple of Merlin Drabbles||
Fic: The Legend Of Lady Guinevere
Fandom/s: Merlin
Pairing/s: Gwen/Merlin, Gwen/Arthur, Gwen/Lancelot
Words: 100
Black and gold surround you, colours twisting, bending, blending. Whispers taunting, reminding, gliding against your skin, leaving invisible marks only felt to you. Images of nights gone by flash through the tendrils, offering you peace.
Choose one.
You don’t want to though, they’re both perfect in their own ways. Depths to each of which many have never seen, and they compliment each other beautifully. Dancing tongues and long limbs, crowning and treachery.
Two becomes three.
Another is added to the equation, and you spin helplessly in your dangerous mirage of mirrors and dreams.
The legend of the lover Lady Guinevere.
Fic: penintentiarius
Fandom/s: Merlin
Pairing/s: Morgana/Merlin (slight, friendship maybe)
Words: 236
He is huddled in a corner, shivering violently and mumbling nonsense in lost tongues, and languages vaguely recognizable. As she steps in to the room, no sign of recognition comes from him, but she can tell he knows she’s there- he always can.
She can not begin to guess what has happened to him, and her eyes spark a dim violet as she attempts to push through and in to his mind. She fails, as she does with her dreams of him - a silhouette, and a sense of deep inferiority - his magic a thick fog that even she can’t fight through, despite her mind magic. She walks to him steadily, making no sudden movements, knowing his magic is rocky in this state, and sits softly next to him, her skirts pooling out and tendrils of purple and blue rising from them and playing with her elaborately curled hair, surprising her slightly.
And then he talks.
By the end she’s stroking his hair, and he’s holding her free hand. The tendrils have disappeared, and the darkness outside is slowly seeping in to the room, his voice is steady and controlled, and his eyes are back to their usual blue.
She leaves and goes to dinner, watches as Gwen gossips and as she rushes off to meet her secret love, and lays to sleep.
That night she dreams of him.
That night she wishes she hadn’t.