Cooking With Gwen (or, Because Of The Lady With The Face Of A Toad)lalumenaOctober 7 2009, 07:04:37 UTC
(Er, this is very PG, because of...how I roll? I just edited it to add some more romantic bits in. Hope that's ok.) :)
He knows they can't be together; her a servant, and him (soon) a king. Arthur knows he should be turning his mind to other things. Another endless patrol with the guards. Or perhaps another conversation about that Lady Something-Or-Other who his father thought might make him an excellent wife, in a few years time.
She's pretty enough, Arthur supposes. But when she scolds (screams at, more like) her servants, the rage curls her face into the likeness of a toad.
No, thank you.
So it is partly Lady Toad-Face that finds him visiting Gwen more and more. Some days he's restless, waiting until the moment when he's free to escape and find her. It is (if he's being honest with himself, which he generally avoids) a little like the time that sorceress bewitched him. Except he remembers things. And Gwen isn't intent on drowning him.
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"Stop cleaning, stop working, stop moving for a second, and talk to me!" he
( ... )
Re: Cooking With Gwen (or, Because Of The Lady With The Face Of A Toad)lalumenaOctober 7 2009, 10:43:08 UTC
Oh, me too! I did so love that bit, with Arthur being rather out of his depth. And the way his face is so genuine when he's talking about how he feeeeels. OH ARTHURRRR.
in this bed we are delicatemeasuringlifeOctober 11 2009, 03:31:37 UTC
Whenever Gwen kisses her, Morgana’s lips become fuller, her cheeks reddened and darting feelings run free between them. It is a scrape, raw, unleashed against the mysterious workings of the body. Morgana’s skin is filled with something ethereal, something secret. It flows off of her, catches itself in scents and kisses. It is not dark, like her dreams but something else entirely. Gwen loves the tickling feeling of Morgana’s hair on her breasts. The contrast of them, Gwen’s skin tanner, to Morgana’s pristine, winter touched skin. If they had a castle of their own, they’d stay all day in bed, dresses thrown off, curled up there. A study in contrasts, in sameness. Sometimes, when it is dark and safe, they lay side by side. At times, her head is pillowed between Morgana’s breasts, others, they opt to sleep side by side nestled together like pieces of interlocking gears. Her arms rest over Morgana’s side as they sleep.
The territory of her four-poster bed is their land, which they rule side by side, queens of night and magic.
so, i was writing merlin/morgana, saw this, and started a new one. and IDK, this is what came out.
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It’s not coming back to what used to be.
It’s coming back to what never was.
Merlin always smiles; when she locks eyes with him is like being grounded to the floor, or flying, or maybe a bit of both. She isn’t really sure she minds too much which one, only that it is.
My lady, he says hen she passes by him. Merlin, she mutters with her eyes.
She should feel alone. This is no longer home, it’s no peace, and it’s not her people. She should feel strange, away, because she doesn’t belong. And yet, she does.
She should feel alone, but she feels complete.
Why did you help me? Because I care.She doesn’t dream as often as before, she practices alone and in the dark; she tries to control it. (She fails and starts again; she will not give up
( ... )
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He knows they can't be together; her a servant, and him (soon) a king. Arthur knows he should be turning his mind to other things. Another endless patrol with the guards. Or perhaps another conversation about that Lady Something-Or-Other who his father thought might make him an excellent wife, in a few years time.
She's pretty enough, Arthur supposes. But when she scolds (screams at, more like) her servants, the rage curls her face into the likeness of a toad.
No, thank you.
So it is partly Lady Toad-Face that finds him visiting Gwen more and more. Some days he's restless, waiting until the moment when he's free to escape and find her. It is (if he's being honest with himself, which he generally avoids) a little like the time that sorceress bewitched him. Except he remembers things. And Gwen isn't intent on drowning him.
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"Stop cleaning, stop working, stop moving for a second, and talk to me!" he ( ... )
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Whenever Gwen kisses her, Morgana’s lips become fuller, her cheeks reddened and darting feelings run free between them. It is a scrape, raw, unleashed against the mysterious workings of the body. Morgana’s skin is filled with something ethereal, something secret. It flows off of her, catches itself in scents and kisses. It is not dark, like her dreams but something else entirely.
Gwen loves the tickling feeling of Morgana’s hair on her breasts. The contrast of them, Gwen’s skin tanner, to Morgana’s pristine, winter touched skin. If they had a castle of their own, they’d stay all day in bed, dresses thrown off, curled up there. A study in contrasts, in sameness. Sometimes, when it is dark and safe, they lay side by side. At times, her head is pillowed between Morgana’s breasts, others, they opt to sleep side by side nestled together like pieces of interlocking gears. Her arms rest over Morgana’s side as they sleep.
The territory of her four-poster bed is their land, which they rule side by side, queens of night and magic.
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It’s not coming back to what used to be.
It’s coming back to what never was.
Merlin always smiles; when she locks eyes with him is like being grounded to the floor, or flying, or maybe a bit of both. She isn’t really sure she minds too much which one, only that it is.
My lady, he says hen she passes by him. Merlin, she mutters with her eyes.
She should feel alone. This is no longer home, it’s no peace, and it’s not her people. She should feel strange, away, because she doesn’t belong. And yet, she does.
She should feel alone, but she feels complete.
Why did you help me?
Because I care.She doesn’t dream as often as before, she practices alone and in the dark; she tries to control it. (She fails and starts again; she will not give up ( ... )
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this ship is so full of angst and I like the idea of them actually feeling good (at least during some time) ♥
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