Unpredictable
Author: ajsrandom
Title: Unpredictable
Rating: PG
Pairing/s: none, at first
Character/s: Merlin, Morgana
Summary: For some reason, Morgana likes pulling Merlin into alcoves.
Warnings: none
Word Count: 354
Prompt: #200- Amnesty Post 2 (#191 Unpredictable)
Author's Notes: I think #191 is the only one I missed after I joined LJ last year.
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The first time Morgana pulled Merlin into an alcove, he thought it had been a one-off. A fluke brought on by the worry of a concerned almost-sister. Arthur was, after all, dying in the next room. But he had a job to do and didn’t pay particular attention to her message. He had enough to worry about.
The second time she pulled him into an alcove, he already knew what she had to tell him-someone connected to nightmarish ravens would be endangering Camelot. But at that point Sigan had already invaded Cedric’s body and he had to go warn Arthur.
The third time he thought he really ought to start avoiding alcoves, or at least walking as far away from them as he could. She wanted to warn him about an attempt about to be made on Arthur’s life. He couldn’t see how this was possible-almost no one knew the prat was still in Camelot. How in the world had she seen something that couldn’t possibly happen? But she held onto him tightly this time and wouldn’t let him go unless he promised to look out for Arthur. She stared right into his eyes to plead with him and something there made him promise her to do so.
The fourth time Morgana pulled Merlin into an alcove was after she’d gone to the Druids and returned to Camelot. It was after he’d served the royals at dinner-she’d left early under some pretense, but had evidently been lying in wait for him. She pulled him in and slammed him up against the wall (he thought he should worry at the ease of which she did that). But he got no time to think, let alone speak, as she slid up against him and pressed her lips to his. After several moments, or maybe years later, she broke away and began thanking him profusely. For what, he wasn’t sure, but he accepted her gratitude and another kiss that followed. He would have gladly stayed there all night, but she departed soon after, leaving him to decide not to avoid alcoves in the future
Title: Unpredictable
Rating: PG
Pairing/s: none, at first
Character/s: Merlin, Morgana
Summary: For some reason, Morgana likes pulling Merlin into alcoves.
Warnings: none
Word Count: 354
Prompt: #200- Amnesty Post 2 (#191 Unpredictable)
Author's Notes: I think #191 is the only one I missed after I joined LJ last year.
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The first time Morgana pulled Merlin into an alcove, he thought it had been a one-off. A fluke brought on by the worry of a concerned almost-sister. Arthur was, after all, dying in the next room. But he had a job to do and didn’t pay particular attention to her message. He had enough to worry about.
The second time she pulled him into an alcove, he already knew what she had to tell him-someone connected to nightmarish ravens would be endangering Camelot. But at that point Sigan had already invaded Cedric’s body and he had to go warn Arthur.
The third time he thought he really ought to start avoiding alcoves, or at least walking as far away from them as he could. She wanted to warn him about an attempt about to be made on Arthur’s life. He couldn’t see how this was possible-almost no one knew the prat was still in Camelot. How in the world had she seen something that couldn’t possibly happen? But she held onto him tightly this time and wouldn’t let him go unless he promised to look out for Arthur. She stared right into his eyes to plead with him and something there made him promise her to do so.
The fourth time Morgana pulled Merlin into an alcove was after she’d gone to the Druids and returned to Camelot. It was after he’d served the royals at dinner-she’d left early under some pretense, but had evidently been lying in wait for him. She pulled him in and slammed him up against the wall (he thought he should worry at the ease of which she did that). But he got no time to think, let alone speak, as she slid up against him and pressed her lips to his. After several moments, or maybe years later, she broke away and began thanking him profusely. For what, he wasn’t sure, but he accepted her gratitude and another kiss that followed. He would have gladly stayed there all night, but she departed soon after, leaving him to decide not to avoid alcoves in the future