okay okay, SO. I started this on someone else's thread, but I fear it would be impolite to continue to spam her comments page whenever a new part strikes me, so I am posting the next part here. The previous parts are here (http://ineptshieldmaid.livejournal.com/87287.html?thread=1082103#t1082103)! It began Merlin/Arthur, then gets thickly Merlin&Morgana, then now it's Merlin/Morgana with bonus Morgana/Gwen. oh tee fooooouuuuurrrrr
"You're a coward, Merlin," Morgana says, curled against his back. She holds him close to her with one arm, palm over his heart, and the breath of her voice is warm between his shoulder blades.
"Thanks," Merlin replies. "That's sweet."
"You're only avoiding the unavoidable, hiding in my bed."
"Would you rather I hide somewhere else?"
"If you like. I have great affection for you, Merlin, but I know we are both of us tied to other things."
It used to put Merlin more on edge when she said things like that, as if prescience has rendered all need for emotions and morals obsolete. Because Morgana is connected to everything, she is connected to nothing; she flows like water through problems that would stop anyone else, undone only by things no one else can see or understand.
"If I'm hiding, you are too," says Merlin.
"I'm not denying that," says Morgana, because she's all about acceptance these days. It's a big part of her personal agenda, accepting what the future brings, and she's trying very hard to work it into Merlin's. Sometimes it's like dealing with the dragon all over again. Sometimes it's like the fight has gone out of her, even though the fire hasn't, but now the fire doesn't have anything to burn except Morgana herself.
"But," she adds, "you're still tied to what you're hiding from."
He rolls over so they face each other, and Morgana lifts her hand to smooth his hair, growing long now, from his face. "And you're not?" Merlin asks.
"Only by my heart."
"Is that not enough?"
"No," she replies. "Of course not."
And that's the most Morgana ever talks about Gwen these days.
She tugs him to her and he obliges.
...i failtoporned. maybe the final version will be pornier.
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"You're a coward, Merlin," Morgana says, curled against his back. She holds him close to her with one arm, palm over his heart, and the breath of her voice is warm between his shoulder blades.
"Thanks," Merlin replies. "That's sweet."
"You're only avoiding the unavoidable, hiding in my bed."
"Would you rather I hide somewhere else?"
"If you like. I have great affection for you, Merlin, but I know we are both of us tied to other things."
It used to put Merlin more on edge when she said things like that, as if prescience has rendered all need for emotions and morals obsolete. Because Morgana is connected to everything, she is connected to nothing; she flows like water through problems that would stop anyone else, undone only by things no one else can see or understand.
"If I'm hiding, you are too," says Merlin.
"I'm not denying that," says Morgana, because she's all about acceptance these days. It's a big part of her personal agenda, accepting what the future brings, and she's trying very hard to work it into Merlin's. Sometimes it's like dealing with the dragon all over again. Sometimes it's like the fight has gone out of her, even though the fire hasn't, but now the fire doesn't have anything to burn except Morgana herself.
"But," she adds, "you're still tied to what you're hiding from."
He rolls over so they face each other, and Morgana lifts her hand to smooth his hair, growing long now, from his face. "And you're not?" Merlin asks.
"Only by my heart."
"Is that not enough?"
"No," she replies. "Of course not."
And that's the most Morgana ever talks about Gwen these days.
She tugs him to her and he obliges.
...i failtoporned. maybe the final version will be pornier.