Captured
Author: candymacaron
Title: Captured
Rating: G
Pairing/s: None
Character/s: Merlin, Morgana, (Arthur mentioned)
Summary: Morgana wants what she can't have
Warnings: None
Word Count: 200
Prompt: 69, Envy
Author's Notes: This is short and ridiculous. Merlin is a pushover.
“Seriously, it’s not fair!”
Morgana's hand clenched around Merlin’s jaw, forcing his head firmly in place.
Merlin could hear her bracelets jangling together. Feel her sharp threatening nails against his skin, making him painfully aware that there was no escaping this fresh hell.
“It’s not like I can help it…” Merlin mumbled, trying to wiggle free of Morgana’s grip. He glanced out of the corner of his eye to the bathroom counter. The cylindrical implement of her torture gleamed sinisterly under the lights. He watched Morgana take it in her right hand, rolling the silver device between her thumb and forefinger as she brought it to Merlin's face.
"Smile for me damn it," she snapped.
Merlin cried out his disdain- but it was too late. The deed was done.
“See how good you look? Now, that wasn't so bad was it?” Morgana said, turning Merlin around to face the mirror. “Do you have any idea how much I would kill to have lips like yours, Merlin?”
Merlin smacked his lips together, frowning at the waxy texture that now coated them....and the harlot red color.
“Don’t you dare tell Arthur about this-” he squeaked, slouching deeper in his chair as Morgana rifled through her bag of eye-shadows.
"My lips are sealed." Morgana smiled wickedly.
Title: Captured
Rating: G
Pairing/s: None
Character/s: Merlin, Morgana, (Arthur mentioned)
Summary: Morgana wants what she can't have
Warnings: None
Word Count: 200
Prompt: 69, Envy
Author's Notes: This is short and ridiculous. Merlin is a pushover.
“Seriously, it’s not fair!”
Morgana's hand clenched around Merlin’s jaw, forcing his head firmly in place.
Merlin could hear her bracelets jangling together. Feel her sharp threatening nails against his skin, making him painfully aware that there was no escaping this fresh hell.
“It’s not like I can help it…” Merlin mumbled, trying to wiggle free of Morgana’s grip. He glanced out of the corner of his eye to the bathroom counter. The cylindrical implement of her torture gleamed sinisterly under the lights. He watched Morgana take it in her right hand, rolling the silver device between her thumb and forefinger as she brought it to Merlin's face.
"Smile for me damn it," she snapped.
Merlin cried out his disdain- but it was too late. The deed was done.
“See how good you look? Now, that wasn't so bad was it?” Morgana said, turning Merlin around to face the mirror. “Do you have any idea how much I would kill to have lips like yours, Merlin?”
Merlin smacked his lips together, frowning at the waxy texture that now coated them....and the harlot red color.
“Don’t you dare tell Arthur about this-” he squeaked, slouching deeper in his chair as Morgana rifled through her bag of eye-shadows.
"My lips are sealed." Morgana smiled wickedly.