[merlin] a shoulder to cry on (merlin+gwen) -english
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Fandom: Merlin
Title: a shoulder to cry on
Characters: Merlin + Gwen.
Rating: PG
Warnings: SPOILERS 4x09.
Word Count: 465
Summary: It's not too late, he can hear himself saying. (post 4x09, just as it ends)
Notes: FEELINGS I HAVE LOTS OF FEELINGS ABOUT THIS EP. and since I've been having FEELINGS, looooots of feeelings about this two for the last eps. Well, here there's sth. Un-betaed. written lat at night. etc. just taking my feelings out I guess.
He stares at nothing, eyes weary and itchy of all the crying. He cried for Lancelot, for Arthur, for Gwen, even for Freya, and it feels like his soul has dried over the emptiness. He remembers his own words while he is sitting by the lake. Only but ashes left in the air. It's not too late, he can hear himself saying. He believed it then, and he believes it now, he supposes. As everything, it takes a while to settle and mingle in his thoughts, but once is there, he knows what he has to do. There's a path ahead and a friend who needs a shoulder to cry over.
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It takes him no effort to find her, he knows where she is anyway (he knows- knew, her that well). He has more problems with getting Mary and John to let him in, but eventually they do (not by choice, but because of the cracked order that comes from behind). She is a buckled of tears but she looks at him when he enters, there's no shame or sorrow, nothing but blatant pain in her eyes.
"I didn't know where else to go," she admits with a shrug.
"I'm glad- I mean... I... Not that you didn't know where... I mean..."
"I know."
-
They don't talk. It's not that they don't need to (they don't), it's there's nothing they can actually say. "I'm sorry" is useless and can be followed by terrible and infinite remarks (I'm sorry it happened, I'm sorry I was not there, I'm sorry I didn't came before). "Come back" is not an option (there are enough bodies lying down his tears). "It'll pass," "it's a phase," "You'll solve it," are nothing but blatant lies. "You'll live," seems to be the only certain fact he knows (he's been there, he knows the feeling of losing -a bit too much) but there's no help on stating the obvious.
They sit there, in the back of the small house, knowing time is running closer to an end. She can't stay there forever, no matter what the town has to say on it. And neither can him. But for now, they can pretend.
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He hugs her this time and she hides her face on his neck. There's silence everywhere, there in the middle of the room, all alone in the shadows. She explains everything "I don't know, i don't understand, Merlin," she muffles into his skin. He kisses her hair as only response. Time flows in different ways, but they aren't counting. Eternity lasts in that embrace and when she parts, her back turned to him, her face straight ahead, the memory of her warmth is everything that matters.
"I'll see you soon," he whispers.
"I’ll see you soon," she answers.
Fandom: Merlin
Title: a shoulder to cry on
Characters: Merlin + Gwen.
Rating: PG
Warnings: SPOILERS 4x09.
Word Count: 465
Summary: It's not too late, he can hear himself saying. (post 4x09, just as it ends)
Notes: FEELINGS I HAVE LOTS OF FEELINGS ABOUT THIS EP. and since I've been having FEELINGS, looooots of feeelings about this two for the last eps. Well, here there's sth. Un-betaed. written lat at night. etc. just taking my feelings out I guess.
He stares at nothing, eyes weary and itchy of all the crying. He cried for Lancelot, for Arthur, for Gwen, even for Freya, and it feels like his soul has dried over the emptiness. He remembers his own words while he is sitting by the lake. Only but ashes left in the air. It's not too late, he can hear himself saying. He believed it then, and he believes it now, he supposes. As everything, it takes a while to settle and mingle in his thoughts, but once is there, he knows what he has to do. There's a path ahead and a friend who needs a shoulder to cry over.
-
It takes him no effort to find her, he knows where she is anyway (he knows- knew, her that well). He has more problems with getting Mary and John to let him in, but eventually they do (not by choice, but because of the cracked order that comes from behind). She is a buckled of tears but she looks at him when he enters, there's no shame or sorrow, nothing but blatant pain in her eyes.
"I didn't know where else to go," she admits with a shrug.
"I'm glad- I mean... I... Not that you didn't know where... I mean..."
"I know."
-
They don't talk. It's not that they don't need to (they don't), it's there's nothing they can actually say. "I'm sorry" is useless and can be followed by terrible and infinite remarks (I'm sorry it happened, I'm sorry I was not there, I'm sorry I didn't came before). "Come back" is not an option (there are enough bodies lying down his tears). "It'll pass," "it's a phase," "You'll solve it," are nothing but blatant lies. "You'll live," seems to be the only certain fact he knows (he's been there, he knows the feeling of losing -a bit too much) but there's no help on stating the obvious.
They sit there, in the back of the small house, knowing time is running closer to an end. She can't stay there forever, no matter what the town has to say on it. And neither can him. But for now, they can pretend.
-
He hugs her this time and she hides her face on his neck. There's silence everywhere, there in the middle of the room, all alone in the shadows. She explains everything "I don't know, i don't understand, Merlin," she muffles into his skin. He kisses her hair as only response. Time flows in different ways, but they aren't counting. Eternity lasts in that embrace and when she parts, her back turned to him, her face straight ahead, the memory of her warmth is everything that matters.
"I'll see you soon," he whispers.
"I’ll see you soon," she answers.