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Merlin - No Answer
Wrote a couple of comment fics for ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
camelot_fleet this weekend. This is the first one:
Title: No Answer
Genre: Gen, Morgana/Gwen Friendship
Words: ~ 780
Prompts: A confrontation between Gwen, Morgana, and Morgause (from![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
sophinisba). Didn’t quite get to the confrontation part though.
Author’s Notes: For the party over atcamelot_fleet. Original post here. Spoilers for 2x12.
Disclaimer: I do not own this interpretation of the myths and am making no profit from this.
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Morgana walked down the stone stairway carefully, feeling each and every step take its toll. The poison was gone from her body, but its effects still lingered far longer than she had hoped. Simply breathing was tiring at times, especially when she dared to leave her room and venture down to Morgause’s sanctuary.
She found her as she expected, gazing into a crystal with a frown drawn across her face. However, she looked up the moment Morgana’s slipper crossed the threshold, the frown turning to a look of concern. “You should not tire yourself so,” she chided.
Morgana took the arm that was offered and let herself be led to the small stone bench against the wall. “I cannot simply sit in bed all day,” she protested, letting her body find the respite it sought. “I need something to do or I shall simply go mad.”
Morgause smiled and smoothed a lock of hair away from Morgana’s face. “Perhaps if we give you something to do?” she offered. “Something that will tax your mind and not your body?”
Which is how Morgana received her first scrying lesson.
A week had passed and she had made sufficient progress to be rewarded with an elaborate crystal of her own. She found herself staring at far away kingdoms, seas rich with life like she had never seen, and lands so very unlike her own; but it was never enough. The key was focus, and her mind kept drifting back that that which she left behind, the life she had lived and the people she had loved, only to abandon and be abandoned in return.
The great walls of Camelot loomed before her in miniaturized form. A figure she immediately recognized as Arthur rode off with another at his side, too familiar to be anyone other than Merlin. The images swam by, only to resolve on a face she missed far more than she was willing to admit. “Gwen,” she whispered, letting her fingers stroke over the crystal as if she could reach through it and touch fabric and skin beneath.
“You wish to return?” Morgause’s voice cut through, shattering her concentration and the image before her. “You would go back to those who betrayed you, who poisoned you without a second thought?”
Morgana felt ashamed. Morgause had given her so much, saved her very life, but she could not help but long for her friends amidst the eerie silence the castle offered.
Morgause only raised an eyebrow at her silence as she walked around to stand at her side. A breath and the image returned, Gwen on the parapet, Gaius at her side. He was talking and Gwen was listening, or at least looking like she was, but her eyes never left the landscape before her.
“Who is she?” Morgause asked, genuinely curious.
“My maid,” Morgana answered. She shook her head; it did not sound like enough. “My friend,” she corrected.
“And you would go back, face Uther’s wrath, the chance of being burned alive for simply being who you are, for her?”
“She would never tell.” The words were out of her mouth before she even thought them, but she knew them to be true.
Morgause cocked her head to the side, blonde hair brushing against Morgana’s dark. “Does she know?”
Morgana opened her mouth, then closed it again. After a moment, she admitted, “I think she suspects, but I never told her.”
Morgause circled around to the other side of the crystal, meeting Morgana’s gaze and holding it as she asked, “And yet you call her a friend?”
Morgana relented first, her eyes drifting back to the crystal before ready to look at her saviour’s once more. “I could not burden her with that truth,” she whispered.
“Then you do not trust her.”
She shook her head. “It’s not that. If she knew, and Uther found out... He would kill her, possibly before he dared to do anything to me. I could not live with that on my conscience.”
Morgause nodded as if in thought. When she spoke again, it was to ask, “If you could, would you bring her here, with you?”
Morgana bit her lip. It was an option she had not dared to think about. Gwen, here, with her. Her friend and her freedom, together.
Morgause waved her hand and the scene within the crystal changed. Gwen was rushing forward, wrapping her arms around Arthur and holding tight. She looked as if she had been crying and Arthur looked as if he had been fighting, and both looked far guiltier than they had any right to. “Would you bring her here?” Morgause asked again.
Morgana hung her head. She had no answer.
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Feedback is always welcomed.
camelot_fleet this weekend. This is the first one:Title: No Answer
Genre: Gen, Morgana/Gwen Friendship
Words: ~ 780
Prompts: A confrontation between Gwen, Morgana, and Morgause (from
sophinisba). Didn’t quite get to the confrontation part though.Author’s Notes: For the party over at
camelot_fleet. Original post here. Spoilers for 2x12.Disclaimer: I do not own this interpretation of the myths and am making no profit from this.
~~~~~~~~~~
Morgana walked down the stone stairway carefully, feeling each and every step take its toll. The poison was gone from her body, but its effects still lingered far longer than she had hoped. Simply breathing was tiring at times, especially when she dared to leave her room and venture down to Morgause’s sanctuary.
She found her as she expected, gazing into a crystal with a frown drawn across her face. However, she looked up the moment Morgana’s slipper crossed the threshold, the frown turning to a look of concern. “You should not tire yourself so,” she chided.
Morgana took the arm that was offered and let herself be led to the small stone bench against the wall. “I cannot simply sit in bed all day,” she protested, letting her body find the respite it sought. “I need something to do or I shall simply go mad.”
Morgause smiled and smoothed a lock of hair away from Morgana’s face. “Perhaps if we give you something to do?” she offered. “Something that will tax your mind and not your body?”
Which is how Morgana received her first scrying lesson.
A week had passed and she had made sufficient progress to be rewarded with an elaborate crystal of her own. She found herself staring at far away kingdoms, seas rich with life like she had never seen, and lands so very unlike her own; but it was never enough. The key was focus, and her mind kept drifting back that that which she left behind, the life she had lived and the people she had loved, only to abandon and be abandoned in return.
The great walls of Camelot loomed before her in miniaturized form. A figure she immediately recognized as Arthur rode off with another at his side, too familiar to be anyone other than Merlin. The images swam by, only to resolve on a face she missed far more than she was willing to admit. “Gwen,” she whispered, letting her fingers stroke over the crystal as if she could reach through it and touch fabric and skin beneath.
“You wish to return?” Morgause’s voice cut through, shattering her concentration and the image before her. “You would go back to those who betrayed you, who poisoned you without a second thought?”
Morgana felt ashamed. Morgause had given her so much, saved her very life, but she could not help but long for her friends amidst the eerie silence the castle offered.
Morgause only raised an eyebrow at her silence as she walked around to stand at her side. A breath and the image returned, Gwen on the parapet, Gaius at her side. He was talking and Gwen was listening, or at least looking like she was, but her eyes never left the landscape before her.
“Who is she?” Morgause asked, genuinely curious.
“My maid,” Morgana answered. She shook her head; it did not sound like enough. “My friend,” she corrected.
“And you would go back, face Uther’s wrath, the chance of being burned alive for simply being who you are, for her?”
“She would never tell.” The words were out of her mouth before she even thought them, but she knew them to be true.
Morgause cocked her head to the side, blonde hair brushing against Morgana’s dark. “Does she know?”
Morgana opened her mouth, then closed it again. After a moment, she admitted, “I think she suspects, but I never told her.”
Morgause circled around to the other side of the crystal, meeting Morgana’s gaze and holding it as she asked, “And yet you call her a friend?”
Morgana relented first, her eyes drifting back to the crystal before ready to look at her saviour’s once more. “I could not burden her with that truth,” she whispered.
“Then you do not trust her.”
She shook her head. “It’s not that. If she knew, and Uther found out... He would kill her, possibly before he dared to do anything to me. I could not live with that on my conscience.”
Morgause nodded as if in thought. When she spoke again, it was to ask, “If you could, would you bring her here, with you?”
Morgana bit her lip. It was an option she had not dared to think about. Gwen, here, with her. Her friend and her freedom, together.
Morgause waved her hand and the scene within the crystal changed. Gwen was rushing forward, wrapping her arms around Arthur and holding tight. She looked as if she had been crying and Arthur looked as if he had been fighting, and both looked far guiltier than they had any right to. “Would you bring her here?” Morgause asked again.
Morgana hung her head. She had no answer.
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