Untitled snippet is untitled because I am bad at those.midnightdream__December 28 2010, 09:40:09 UTC
The change in the air is distinct and nearly palpable as they're left alone. Morgana lets out a sigh as the strain of maintaining courtly airs disappears. She'd always felt so comfortable with Arthur. Despite the mask she wore in public and having lived in court since she was a child, she'd never quite felt at ease in the castle.
When she was alone with Arthur, though, the castle seemed like home. The smile plastered on her face turned genuine as they sat next to each other in silence. Their fingers interlaced on the cold, hard wood of the bench underneath them.
arthur/morgana: what time can never leave behindfragmentedskyDecember 19 2010, 23:31:25 UTC
This is short and kind of crap, but I am so in love with your Ar/Mor story from a few months ago that I had to give it a try.Some things remain unchanged throughout time, and this is one of them: it is always easier to tell a fairytale. It is, by nature, a story everyone knows. It is also inevitably what the audience would most like to hear
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Re: arthur/morgana: what time can never leave behindcopperiisulfateDecember 20 2010, 09:02:49 UTC
And yet, as they meet in the woods alone or on opposite sides of a battlefield of thousands, as they each fold their fingers over and between the other’s, she cannot help but think that maybe history only exists to bring them here
merlin/morgana: my own shadow clouds my heart (pg)fragmentedskyDecember 19 2010, 21:56:25 UTC
There’s a point where Merlin realizes that Morgana being evil makes his own life easier, or at least less heavy. He wonders if he should feel guilty about that.
He spent a whole year thinking that Uther was sending out soldiers to die for nothing. He had said to Arthur, as clearly as he could while Arthur wasn’t actually standing by any sharp objects and Uther wasn’t within hearing distance at all, that he was fairly certain Morgana was dead. Which was the truth, really, although he was much more vague on what exactly made him think that. Arthur, predictably, didn’t listen to him. It was frustrating, but he knew Arthur well enough to know that the prince would be ten times more intolerable if he had to give up and not look for her.
Either way, Arthur was just incidental. Arthur hadn’t been in the room. Arthur could think of Morgana without remembering that look on her face, that horrible look, as her breath stopped and she curled up in on herself, flinching away
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Re: merlin/morgana: my own shadow clouds my heart (pg)dollsomeDecember 20 2010, 09:42:41 UTC
AUGH, this is amazing! It makes me realize that I've pretty much always considered this pair from Morgana's perspective before, as opposed to Merlin's, and wow, there is so much that's thoughtful and soul-hurty and awesome on the Merlin side.
He realizes that evil is just a word, and he must pull himself apart as well if he ever wants to forget what she felt like in his arms as he knelt beside her on the cold stone floor.
Re: merlin/morgana: my own shadow clouds my heart (pg)fragmentedskyDecember 21 2010, 01:12:00 UTC
Ironically, Morgana is my favorite character, but I almost never write from her perspective. I've tried, but I'm not all that great at pulling it out of my head coherently, at least not yet.
But thank you so much - I'm glad you enjoyed it. My fingers are crossed that you'll participate, because your stories are always so amazingly well-done.
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When she was alone with Arthur, though, the castle seemed like home. The smile plastered on her face turned genuine as they sat next to each other in silence. Their fingers interlaced on the cold, hard wood of the bench underneath them.
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we used to be friends
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oh this is so lovely ♥
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Realistic & lovely :)
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He spent a whole year thinking that Uther was sending out soldiers to die for nothing. He had said to Arthur, as clearly as he could while Arthur wasn’t actually standing by any sharp objects and Uther wasn’t within hearing distance at all, that he was fairly certain Morgana was dead. Which was the truth, really, although he was much more vague on what exactly made him think that. Arthur, predictably, didn’t listen to him. It was frustrating, but he knew Arthur well enough to know that the prince would be ten times more intolerable if he had to give up and not look for her.
Either way, Arthur was just incidental. Arthur hadn’t been in the room. Arthur could think of Morgana without remembering that look on her face, that horrible look, as her breath stopped and she curled up in on herself, flinching away ( ... )
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He realizes that evil is just a word, and he must pull himself apart as well if he ever wants to forget what she felt like in his arms as he knelt beside her on the cold stone floor.
Just -- LOVE.
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But thank you so much - I'm glad you enjoyed it. My fingers are crossed that you'll participate, because your stories are always so amazingly well-done.
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