[merlin] worlds that aren't ours {merlin/morgana} english
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Fandom: Merlin
Title: worlds that aren't ours
Characters: Morgana/Merlin
Rating: PG13
Warnings: AU. spoilers for 2x12
Word Count: 888
Summary: For the prompt AU, where the world is perfect and Merlin/Morgana are all fluffy and happy. This is LITERALLY that, though, with a bit of angst. Originally posted here
She sees worlds. Worlds that aren’t, that could have been. She sees death and despair, she sees blood and treason. She sees betrayal and lost friendships. She sees them sometimes, sitting apart, in another world where everything is dark, where things went wrong, where it went all different. She dreams of those worlds and wakes up panting.
Most times, Gwen is there to wrap her arms around her, to calm her down. She is glad she sees their world too, so different, so sweet, so promising. She smiles at Gwen and lets the matter die.
Sometimes, she wakes alone. In the middle of the night, heart beating against her chest, magic pulsing through her veins. Then, she gets up, she puts her cloak over her shoulders and walks bare foot around the castle. Sometimes, she convince herself she doesn’t know where she is going, most times, she does.
The door always looks the same, even though she waits for it to be wrecked and bloody (as her dreams, as all those possibilities that are not, but could be). She doesn’t knock; she opens it slowly and makes herself in. The moon lighting her way through the series of objects and tables Gaius keeps around.
The man is sleeping peacefully at the side of the room, and she walks carefully, trying not to make a sound. She doubts at the door of Merlin’s room. In the ends, she walks in without knocking either.
Merlin is comfily sleeping, moon reflecting on his skin, she watches him as she gets closer, and though she is supposed to feel uncomfortable for the intromission on his quarters, she just feels safe.
“Merlin,” she whispers at his ear. He shifts slightly, and after some seconds, he starts to open his eyes.
“My lady,” he sits startled, hands busy don’t knowing what to do with the covers of his bed. And then, he relaxes (like always, when he remembers… it’s just ok). “Are you alright, my lady?”
“Stop calling me like that, Merlin.” She complains, and sits at the border of the bed. She can feel Merlin’s body behind her, and ignores it as she always does (it’s harder every time). She looks at him, sleepy eyes fixed on hers. “I had a dream, that’s all.”
He sits fully on bed and moves to the side, making her a spot where she leans against the wall. Their arms brushing, their legs only apart by the fabric of the covers. She almost expects him to put his arm around her (he doesn’t, he never does - she doesn’t ask either).
“What was about this time?” he asks, it’s more than just routine; he really cares for the knowledge she can give him.
“Us, but not us, them” she explains, hands moving in front of them, nervously. “Not the future, not the past,” she feels the need to add, even though she knows he understands. She waits, not sure of what, until she feels his hand crawl into hers, squeezing lightly.
“What happened?” he asks, and she can see the darkness creeping behind her eyelids.
“As always, I didn’t know… but it was in the future. And I knew then, but it didn’t’ make me happy. I was… I, she, I was scary”
Merlin laughs at her. It’s a muffled laugh once he remembers Gaius is in the next room, but he can’t stop laughing.
“I can be scary” she complains, and then remembers why she is complaining and starts laughing to.
She tells him everything then, the nightmares, the loneliness, the lies, she tells him about dying, at his hands, more than once, and his hand -the real one- gets tighter and tighter in hers. He makes her laugh, and they hide the sound between their hands, and the covers, and it makes her feel like a ten year old, when she lived with her father and crawled to his bed every time she had a bad dream.
Only, Merlin has nothing to do with her father. Other than make her feel at home.
“Show me” she says eventually. She always does, and he, like always, complies. He lifts his hand in the air, and as words she is barely starting to understand reach his lips, his eyes turn gold. When the blue is back, there’s a small blue flame licking the borders of his fingers. It dances under the moon, trying to reach further away into space. “You never taught me that one,” she mutters, eyes in awe, heart beating calmer and calmer by the minute.
“You never asked me, my - Morgana.” She smiles and leans forwards (She has never done that), her lips barely touching his cheek as she kisses him there. Sweet and innocent.
“I’m asking you now,” she says, all dreams forgotten. He smiles in return, and asks her to sit in front of him. She obeys, ready to learn.
When they lock their hands (he always reaches for her, as if he needed it, just before he lets the words of the enchantment dance between their fingers) she remembers everything what could have been, how it was, somewhere else, the darkness and the pain, death and war, and she smiles, fully and happily, because she knows, here, in this place, she lives of light and magic.
And that, she can see too.
Fandom: Merlin
Title: worlds that aren't ours
Characters: Morgana/Merlin
Rating: PG13
Warnings: AU. spoilers for 2x12
Word Count: 888
Summary: For the prompt AU, where the world is perfect and Merlin/Morgana are all fluffy and happy. This is LITERALLY that, though, with a bit of angst. Originally posted here
She sees worlds. Worlds that aren’t, that could have been. She sees death and despair, she sees blood and treason. She sees betrayal and lost friendships. She sees them sometimes, sitting apart, in another world where everything is dark, where things went wrong, where it went all different. She dreams of those worlds and wakes up panting.
Most times, Gwen is there to wrap her arms around her, to calm her down. She is glad she sees their world too, so different, so sweet, so promising. She smiles at Gwen and lets the matter die.
Sometimes, she wakes alone. In the middle of the night, heart beating against her chest, magic pulsing through her veins. Then, she gets up, she puts her cloak over her shoulders and walks bare foot around the castle. Sometimes, she convince herself she doesn’t know where she is going, most times, she does.
The door always looks the same, even though she waits for it to be wrecked and bloody (as her dreams, as all those possibilities that are not, but could be). She doesn’t knock; she opens it slowly and makes herself in. The moon lighting her way through the series of objects and tables Gaius keeps around.
The man is sleeping peacefully at the side of the room, and she walks carefully, trying not to make a sound. She doubts at the door of Merlin’s room. In the ends, she walks in without knocking either.
Merlin is comfily sleeping, moon reflecting on his skin, she watches him as she gets closer, and though she is supposed to feel uncomfortable for the intromission on his quarters, she just feels safe.
“Merlin,” she whispers at his ear. He shifts slightly, and after some seconds, he starts to open his eyes.
“My lady,” he sits startled, hands busy don’t knowing what to do with the covers of his bed. And then, he relaxes (like always, when he remembers… it’s just ok). “Are you alright, my lady?”
“Stop calling me like that, Merlin.” She complains, and sits at the border of the bed. She can feel Merlin’s body behind her, and ignores it as she always does (it’s harder every time). She looks at him, sleepy eyes fixed on hers. “I had a dream, that’s all.”
He sits fully on bed and moves to the side, making her a spot where she leans against the wall. Their arms brushing, their legs only apart by the fabric of the covers. She almost expects him to put his arm around her (he doesn’t, he never does - she doesn’t ask either).
“What was about this time?” he asks, it’s more than just routine; he really cares for the knowledge she can give him.
“Us, but not us, them” she explains, hands moving in front of them, nervously. “Not the future, not the past,” she feels the need to add, even though she knows he understands. She waits, not sure of what, until she feels his hand crawl into hers, squeezing lightly.
“What happened?” he asks, and she can see the darkness creeping behind her eyelids.
“As always, I didn’t know… but it was in the future. And I knew then, but it didn’t’ make me happy. I was… I, she, I was scary”
Merlin laughs at her. It’s a muffled laugh once he remembers Gaius is in the next room, but he can’t stop laughing.
“I can be scary” she complains, and then remembers why she is complaining and starts laughing to.
She tells him everything then, the nightmares, the loneliness, the lies, she tells him about dying, at his hands, more than once, and his hand -the real one- gets tighter and tighter in hers. He makes her laugh, and they hide the sound between their hands, and the covers, and it makes her feel like a ten year old, when she lived with her father and crawled to his bed every time she had a bad dream.
Only, Merlin has nothing to do with her father. Other than make her feel at home.
“Show me” she says eventually. She always does, and he, like always, complies. He lifts his hand in the air, and as words she is barely starting to understand reach his lips, his eyes turn gold. When the blue is back, there’s a small blue flame licking the borders of his fingers. It dances under the moon, trying to reach further away into space. “You never taught me that one,” she mutters, eyes in awe, heart beating calmer and calmer by the minute.
“You never asked me, my - Morgana.” She smiles and leans forwards (She has never done that), her lips barely touching his cheek as she kisses him there. Sweet and innocent.
“I’m asking you now,” she says, all dreams forgotten. He smiles in return, and asks her to sit in front of him. She obeys, ready to learn.
When they lock their hands (he always reaches for her, as if he needed it, just before he lets the words of the enchantment dance between their fingers) she remembers everything what could have been, how it was, somewhere else, the darkness and the pain, death and war, and she smiles, fully and happily, because she knows, here, in this place, she lives of light and magic.
And that, she can see too.