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it will tear us apart
Merlin/Morgana;
PG;
She's tired. She's tired and not sleeping well again, probably because of nightmares. Probably because she spends every night watching over the boy. Probably because she is as scared as he is. He understands. He knows what is to lay awake at night trying to muster all your strength to face the day, to pretend to be something you are not for the sake of others. For your own sake.
“Sometimes I wish I hadn't brought him here.”
She looks at him, her skin paler than usual, her eyes exhausted and her red lips raw from the constant biting. She seems so helpless sometimes, so alone. He has these urges to take it all away, to protect her.
“No,” she says, “you did the right thing.”
Merlin could trace the veins of her wrists under that transparent fair skin if he wanted to. She may look fragile, almost ethereal. However he knows on the inside she's one of the strongest women he has ever met.
“You look tired,” he confesses.
Morgana gives him a weak smile.
“I am.”
The boy must be sleeping, hidden inside her chambers.
He clears his throat. “I should go. I've got chores to do. You know, Arthur's.”
She puts a delicate hand on his arm just when he's about to turn around. The hallway is deserted, empty, as if there was nobody else on Earth but them. Time seems to stop and Morgana hesitates a second.
“Thank you,” she murmurs. He doesn't understand why, but nods slowly.
“Whenever you need me, my lady,” he smiles.
Suddenly, she's on her toes, giving him a faint kiss on the lips. It takes him by surprise. The kiss, the hand on his chest, how cold her lips are. She pulls away just a couple of inches, looking straight into his eyes. Looking inside of him. He is holding his breath when he kisses her again, slowly, putting his fingers on her neck and caressing the skin there with his thumbs. She sighs, she lets him, she kisses back.
It's over soon. They can't. They shouldn't. They have, anyway and getting caught is dangerous -Merlin doesn't know if he means the boy, the kiss or the fact that he is a servant and she is the King's ward.
“I should go,” he repeats.
She nods, unconsciously touching her lips.
“You should.”
♣
My first Merlin fic. Like, ever.
Merlin/Morgana;
PG;
She's tired. She's tired and not sleeping well again, probably because of nightmares. Probably because she spends every night watching over the boy. Probably because she is as scared as he is. He understands. He knows what is to lay awake at night trying to muster all your strength to face the day, to pretend to be something you are not for the sake of others. For your own sake.
“Sometimes I wish I hadn't brought him here.”
She looks at him, her skin paler than usual, her eyes exhausted and her red lips raw from the constant biting. She seems so helpless sometimes, so alone. He has these urges to take it all away, to protect her.
“No,” she says, “you did the right thing.”
Merlin could trace the veins of her wrists under that transparent fair skin if he wanted to. She may look fragile, almost ethereal. However he knows on the inside she's one of the strongest women he has ever met.
“You look tired,” he confesses.
Morgana gives him a weak smile.
“I am.”
The boy must be sleeping, hidden inside her chambers.
He clears his throat. “I should go. I've got chores to do. You know, Arthur's.”
She puts a delicate hand on his arm just when he's about to turn around. The hallway is deserted, empty, as if there was nobody else on Earth but them. Time seems to stop and Morgana hesitates a second.
“Thank you,” she murmurs. He doesn't understand why, but nods slowly.
“Whenever you need me, my lady,” he smiles.
Suddenly, she's on her toes, giving him a faint kiss on the lips. It takes him by surprise. The kiss, the hand on his chest, how cold her lips are. She pulls away just a couple of inches, looking straight into his eyes. Looking inside of him. He is holding his breath when he kisses her again, slowly, putting his fingers on her neck and caressing the skin there with his thumbs. She sighs, she lets him, she kisses back.
It's over soon. They can't. They shouldn't. They have, anyway and getting caught is dangerous -Merlin doesn't know if he means the boy, the kiss or the fact that he is a servant and she is the King's ward.
“I should go,” he repeats.
She nods, unconsciously touching her lips.
“You should.”
♣
My first Merlin fic. Like, ever.