Fic: Things That Can't Be

[pucca_fan]

Title: Things That Can’t Be

Characters/Pairing: Gwen/Arthur, Gwen/Lancelot, Merlin.

Rating: G

Word Count: 574

Spoilers: Everything up to 204

Disclaimer: Don’t own it.

Summary: My own take on Gwen’s reaction to Lancelot leaving.

A/N: I hate writing short introspective character pieces because I’m awful at them. Yet here I am, having written one; Merlin

Comments

[starry_laa]

Oh, where to start?

It returned stronger than ever in that moment as she stood bowed; worn down, tired of bending and bruising, tired of being left behind by those close to her.

I can really feel her pain in that line.

Only just like her mistress’ robes, she was returning a little frayed.

Really like the simile ^ ^

Gwen grasped at the fingers offered to her and let words like else and after and instead fall to the ground. They didn’t have anywhere else to go.

Really nice last line too!

This was a really nice fic with some lovely lines and I love how it ends almost promisingly!

[pucca_fan]

Thank you for such a lovely comment! Although the ending was a throwback to Lancelot and Gwen in the dungeons -was that not clear? Anyway, doesn't matter - thank you! :)

[starry_laa]

I didn't read it properly! I almost thought that it was a scene that took place sometime later, with Arthur and Gwen having to resolve their differences, hence the "They didn’t have anywhere else to go." But actually, it being Lancelot and Gwen makes more sense, and of course explains Gwen's actions regarding Lancelot.

[pucca_fan]

Oh wow, that's an entirely different interpretation of that line - it kinda works. :) And that's a very nice scenario to envisage of course.

In reality (or actually not, considering it's a TV show) I like your version better. :) Sorry for the confusion.

[cantseethesky]

"A shaky breath escaped her, and her head nodded; a serving girl’s acceptance. It was time to move on, time to wipe up her eyes and turn with her head held, ignoring a man whose simple words, no more than an instruction, should mean nothing to her."

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful phrasing.

"It was what had driven every action, had coursed through every glance and what still now blistered beneath her very skin; the keener scouring loss of everything she could never have with him, the man she knew was still watching her, the man that could not be hers even if he wished it."

Oh. Oh... Oh! That explains everything. She wasn't crying for Lancey, it was all a nightmare. Thank God!

<3<3
I love it:

"And despite it all she waited, unsteady and drained, to hear his voice."

You could just hear the longing there.

"Only just like her mistress’ robes, she was returning a little frayed."

Beautiful:)

[pucca_fan]

And what a beautiful comment. :) Seriously, dorky big grin on my face - thank you! And thank you for taking the time to quote your favourite bits; that means a lot to me. And the first bit you quoted is my favourite bit out of the whole thing too.

Plus ha at your icon - brilliant.

[irrel]

I loved this so much! This was beautifully written. I think my favorite part is this: She knew. She wished she didn’t. *sigh* This was so good.

[pucca_fan]

Aw, thank you. :)

[thedreamygirl]

This is such a lovely little piece. Your words at the beginning and the end reflect the way I felt Gwen was feeling when I watched the episode exactly, and it is beautifully written.

[pucca_fan]

Aw, thank you. :)

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[anonymous]

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