after all this//arthur+morgana, pg
title; after all this
rating; pg
word count; 357
pairing; arthur/morgana
disclaimer; I do not own any of the characters, they are property of their respective creators
summary; he keeps expecting to fall out of love with her...
a/n; written for this prompt at the screw canon, merlin comment fest.
edit: tigerlily536 has made a wonderful video to go with this fic.
Her betrayal wounds him more than any battle scar.
The same battles she had begged him not to go into, the same battles where he’d walked onto the fighting ground wearing armour that her tender hands had fastened about him, the battles from when he’d returned triumphant-she would run towards him and embrace him so hard he couldn’t breathe.
At first, he feels nothing. His brain is a hurricane of incoherent thoughts and he sits in the murky cave for days; his mind trying it’s best to digest all the information.
Morgana had betrayed him-the Morgana he’d known all his life; the girl who had reduced him to shameful tears after beating him effortlessly in a swordfight, the girl who’d teased and taunted him and drove him mad, the woman who pushed him to forget everything else and follow his heart...
She had betrayed him.
And as if that betrayal didn’t hurt enough, his father’s lies stung him.
Morgana was his sister. The woman he’d kissed and held close and whispered youthful promises of a future was his kin and he’d lived all his life looking upon her as no brother should, touched her in ways that were beyond sinful.
And surely, that itself should have been enough to put an end to his love for her? It should have made him disgusted and angry and hurt and maybe he is, maybe he’s all of these things...
But beneath all of the anger and hurt and betrayal, he still feels for her. Instead of wanting to kill her, instead of craving revenge, he wants to know what drove her to this;
Was it something i did?
He wants to search all of Camelot and beyond for her, to hold her hand and kiss her and whisper promises like he used to; assure her that things will be alright, that she doesn’t have to be like this.
He keeps expecting to fall out of love with her; he shouldn’t love her, how could he?
After all this...
But he does.
And no matter how hard he tries, his heart still aches for her teasing smile and comforting touch.
rating; pg
word count; 357
pairing; arthur/morgana
disclaimer; I do not own any of the characters, they are property of their respective creators
summary; he keeps expecting to fall out of love with her...
a/n; written for this prompt at the screw canon, merlin comment fest.
edit: tigerlily536 has made a wonderful video to go with this fic.
Her betrayal wounds him more than any battle scar.
The same battles she had begged him not to go into, the same battles where he’d walked onto the fighting ground wearing armour that her tender hands had fastened about him, the battles from when he’d returned triumphant-she would run towards him and embrace him so hard he couldn’t breathe.
At first, he feels nothing. His brain is a hurricane of incoherent thoughts and he sits in the murky cave for days; his mind trying it’s best to digest all the information.
Morgana had betrayed him-the Morgana he’d known all his life; the girl who had reduced him to shameful tears after beating him effortlessly in a swordfight, the girl who’d teased and taunted him and drove him mad, the woman who pushed him to forget everything else and follow his heart...
She had betrayed him.
And as if that betrayal didn’t hurt enough, his father’s lies stung him.
Morgana was his sister. The woman he’d kissed and held close and whispered youthful promises of a future was his kin and he’d lived all his life looking upon her as no brother should, touched her in ways that were beyond sinful.
And surely, that itself should have been enough to put an end to his love for her? It should have made him disgusted and angry and hurt and maybe he is, maybe he’s all of these things...
But beneath all of the anger and hurt and betrayal, he still feels for her. Instead of wanting to kill her, instead of craving revenge, he wants to know what drove her to this;
Was it something i did?
He wants to search all of Camelot and beyond for her, to hold her hand and kiss her and whisper promises like he used to; assure her that things will be alright, that she doesn’t have to be like this.
He keeps expecting to fall out of love with her; he shouldn’t love her, how could he?
After all this...
But he does.
And no matter how hard he tries, his heart still aches for her teasing smile and comforting touch.