Psyche's Dilemma (Merlin, Morgana, G)briar_pipeAugust 22 2010, 01:28:36 UTC
Morgana sat on the floor in her torn dress, seeds sifting through her fingers. No magic, they'd said. You must do this yourself.
They thought the King's Ward didn't know how to work. They were wrong.
Tossing her shorn hair, she examined the room for tools she could use, tricks from her youth, when her arsenal had been her voice, the fire in her blood, and the sword hidden under her bed. She took her time, fought impatience. For Gwen's sake, and Merlin's, and Arthur's. For hers.
Finally, her eye caught on an ant seeking across the floor. Morgana smiled.
Untitled (Original, Aiden and Sylvia, G)lilian_choAugust 22 2010, 05:30:13 UTC
"I must do this myself," Aiden heard himself say, as if from a long distance.
His older sister looked at him in horror.
"You're hardly tall enough to wield a heavy axe." She tried for levity, but her voice quavered.
He glanced at her bandaged right arm, the rifle strapped to her back. "It's our only option. In stories, the hero destroys the animal form to end the enchantment. We-I need to behead the wolf."
They lapsed into silence, watching the shivering wolf at Aiden's feet.
"What if we're wrong?"
"Then I'd have killed my best friend for nothing."
- (Harry Potter, Theodore Nott, G)the_woods_August 22 2010, 19:25:18 UTC
He lapsed into silence, watching the shivering wolf at his feet. She was hurt, and if Theodore had any luck with animals, he'd guess she was tired and hungry, as well.
"Well," he spoke finally, his voice lowered and threatening. The wolf responded to his voice by straightening eerily. Those white and navy blue eyes reflected moonlight as she and stared straight through him.
He took out his wand and bent down, carefully placing his hand on her fur. She didn't retaliate, so he stroked the length of her back and murmured, "I hope you learned your lesson tonight, Hermione."
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They thought the King's Ward didn't know how to work. They were wrong.
Tossing her shorn hair, she examined the room for tools she could use, tricks from her youth, when her arsenal had been her voice, the fire in her blood, and the sword hidden under her bed. She took her time, fought impatience. For Gwen's sake, and Merlin's, and Arthur's. For hers.
Finally, her eye caught on an ant seeking across the floor. Morgana smiled.
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His older sister looked at him in horror.
"You're hardly tall enough to wield a heavy axe." She tried for levity, but her voice quavered.
He glanced at her bandaged right arm, the rifle strapped to her back. "It's our only option. In stories, the hero destroys the animal form to end the enchantment. We-I need to behead the wolf."
They lapsed into silence, watching the shivering wolf at Aiden's feet.
"What if we're wrong?"
"Then I'd have killed my best friend for nothing."
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"Well," he spoke finally, his voice lowered and threatening. The wolf responded to his voice by straightening eerily. Those white and navy blue eyes reflected moonlight as she and stared straight through him.
He took out his wand and bent down, carefully placing his hand on her fur. She didn't retaliate, so he stroked the length of her back and murmured, "I hope you learned your lesson tonight, Hermione."
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'You were crying in your sleep,' he said.
She gripped his arms. 'How long was I out?'
'Minutes,' he frowned. His thumb delicately brushed her damp cheek. 'Only minutes. How long was it for you?'
'Months,' she laughed, or perhaps it was a sob.
He smiled, a small quirk of the corner of his mouth that was more relief than mirth, and some of the lines in his forehead relaxed. 'Miss me?'
She kissed him for her answer.
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