[merlin] why you? (merlin/nimueh) -english
I have neglected this place so much. hopefully I'll be able to change that on 2012, but life has gotten a bit more busy that it used to, so I can't really promise anything. ANYWAY. IM SORRY.
Fandom: Merlin
Title: why you?
Characters: Merlin/Nimueh
Rating: PG15
Word Count: 464
Summary: “Nimueh?” “Surprised to see me, are you, Merlin?” [photoset by mcmorgans]
Notes: I JUST COULDNT RESIST IT. I had to write. I miss them.
“It can’t be. What-“
“What am I doing here?” He can see a smile playing on her lips as she turns back to him. “Waiting.”
He stares at her, trying to figure out her intentions and ready to defend himself. She laughs.
“Magic will do you no good, Merlin.” She gets closer. He walks backwards. Her words are still a whisper he can hear over the distance. “Don’t worry, you won’t need it either.”
“What do you want, Nimueh?”
“Oh, such little assumptions. I want nothing, warlock.” Her eyes flash with a sparkle of anger, but it’s gone as fast as it came. “Not anymore.”
“Then what-? What is here?”
“You’ll figure it out soon enough.”
-
“We are dead, aren’t we?!” he yells running after her between walls without a roof. “I mean, you are… I killed you.”
“No need for reminders here.” She doesn’t stop walking, and he rushes to get by her side, grabbing her arm and making her look at him. “No touching either.”
He lets her go, but neither move.
“Are we?”
-
“How?” She is sitting on the beach. Her dress, torn and bloody shines against the white sand. She lets the ocean lick her feet.
“You thought of yourself so mighty, Merlin.”
“So did you.”
“I was.”
He takes his boots and walks into the shore. The water is cold and alive against his skin. “And I wasn’t” he states to the horizon.
“Oh, you were.”
“Then, how?” he repeats his question, feeling her eyes on his back. Silence is her only reply.
-
“Why you?”
She is sitting on the table of the Isle, just the same they remember from before, looking at the horizon behind. He is sitting on the floor, eyes fixed on her.
“Who else?”
“I don’t know. Arthur, Gwen, Freya-“ his voice cracks for a second and then composes himself up again, “even Morgana.”
“Oh, but they wouldn’t understand.” She crosses her legs, slowly and suggestively.
“Why?”
“Because.”
-
“We could have been good, you know?” She is playing with him, he knows that, she knows that, but there’s a spark of something in her eyes he can’t understand. “We can be.”
It’s the first time she is the one to start conversation. He has gotten tired of asking, of wondering. He doesn’t stare at her for long, there are runes he tries to read in the table where she sits, charmingly looking at him, provoking him with her long tights.
“No, we can’t.”
-
“What-?”
“What are we doing here?”
She is dressed in moonlight, lying by his side, as her fingers trail his body. She smirks, closing the distance between them. Her words are deadly whispers on his ear and he shivers at their touch.
“Waiting, Merlin. We are waiting.”
Fandom: Merlin
Title: why you?
Characters: Merlin/Nimueh
Rating: PG15
Word Count: 464
Summary: “Nimueh?” “Surprised to see me, are you, Merlin?” [photoset by mcmorgans]
Notes: I JUST COULDNT RESIST IT. I had to write. I miss them.
“It can’t be. What-“
“What am I doing here?” He can see a smile playing on her lips as she turns back to him. “Waiting.”
He stares at her, trying to figure out her intentions and ready to defend himself. She laughs.
“Magic will do you no good, Merlin.” She gets closer. He walks backwards. Her words are still a whisper he can hear over the distance. “Don’t worry, you won’t need it either.”
“What do you want, Nimueh?”
“Oh, such little assumptions. I want nothing, warlock.” Her eyes flash with a sparkle of anger, but it’s gone as fast as it came. “Not anymore.”
“Then what-? What is here?”
“You’ll figure it out soon enough.”
-
“We are dead, aren’t we?!” he yells running after her between walls without a roof. “I mean, you are… I killed you.”
“No need for reminders here.” She doesn’t stop walking, and he rushes to get by her side, grabbing her arm and making her look at him. “No touching either.”
He lets her go, but neither move.
“Are we?”
-
“How?” She is sitting on the beach. Her dress, torn and bloody shines against the white sand. She lets the ocean lick her feet.
“You thought of yourself so mighty, Merlin.”
“So did you.”
“I was.”
He takes his boots and walks into the shore. The water is cold and alive against his skin. “And I wasn’t” he states to the horizon.
“Oh, you were.”
“Then, how?” he repeats his question, feeling her eyes on his back. Silence is her only reply.
-
“Why you?”
She is sitting on the table of the Isle, just the same they remember from before, looking at the horizon behind. He is sitting on the floor, eyes fixed on her.
“Who else?”
“I don’t know. Arthur, Gwen, Freya-“ his voice cracks for a second and then composes himself up again, “even Morgana.”
“Oh, but they wouldn’t understand.” She crosses her legs, slowly and suggestively.
“Why?”
“Because.”
-
“We could have been good, you know?” She is playing with him, he knows that, she knows that, but there’s a spark of something in her eyes he can’t understand. “We can be.”
It’s the first time she is the one to start conversation. He has gotten tired of asking, of wondering. He doesn’t stare at her for long, there are runes he tries to read in the table where she sits, charmingly looking at him, provoking him with her long tights.
“No, we can’t.”
-
“What-?”
“What are we doing here?”
She is dressed in moonlight, lying by his side, as her fingers trail his body. She smirks, closing the distance between them. Her words are deadly whispers on his ear and he shivers at their touch.
“Waiting, Merlin. We are waiting.”