Dreams (Merlin)
Fandom: Merlin
Pairing(s): Morgana/Gwen
Rating: PG
Word Count: 493
Notes: For this week's challenge at 15_minute_fic, 'intuition'.
[Just to be clear, that means 15 minutes to write on the prompt word: no more or less. So there's no editing beyond scanning for typos!]
She starts out thinking it is just women's intuition, but pretty soon it turns into something she can not ignore.
When she begins to have the dreams in her sleep--dreams that are so vivid she is sometimes unsure if she is awake or not--Morgana knows that there is something different about her. Something wrong with her. Even her status Uther's ward will not protect her if she has anything to do with magic, she knows that. She has come close, dancing on the edge too many times before to be naïve enough to believe it. Even if the magic grows somewhere deep within her, in a place she can not access, has no control over. The thought makes her sick.
Gwen, lovely Gwen is there to mop her brow and calm her shaking when she wakes up terrified in the night. Gwen is there to fuss over her the next morning when she shakes and can't bear to lift the spoon to her lips. Sometimes after a bad night Gwen even feeds her, like a child who hasn't learned to take care of herself.
Morgana is not sure when she falls in love with Gwen, but she begins to recognise it in her dreams. They always feel so natural, her brushing a lock of hair out of Gwen's eyes, or the two of them laughing together before tumbling into bed. Morgana knows through experience that her dreams always come to pass, but she can hardly believe that this might. Unlike the others, the dreams with Gwen seem so far away, unattainable.
She begins to think more about Gwen, because thinking about her makes her dream about her more, and she likes those dreams best. Those dreams don't involve Arthur dying, or the kingdom in peril, or Merlin doing something stupid. They have Gwen, and they make Morgana feel happier than she ever has in her life.
She starts to get better, and Gwen notices. Morgana begins to talk more, laugh more. She feels closer to the person she knows she is in the dream. She can feel it getting closer, and she can hardly wait for them to come true.
And one day--out of recognition or pure instinct, Morgana is never sure--she knows it is the right time. Gwen is laughing about a feather caught in her hair, and Morgana hears herself saying, 'here, let me,' and then they're kissing. Kissing and Morgana feels so exhilarated she wants to stay that way forever.
When they finally pull apart, Gwen whispers a breathless, 'why?' but she is smiling at the same time, so Morgana knows she's not unhappy.
'My dreams,' she answers.
'The real ones? The ones that wake you up at night?' she frowns, 'but aren't they horrible? Nightmares?'
'They were until I started dreaming about you,' Morgana answers.
Gwen grins at that, 'maybe they're a self-fulfilling prophecy?'
'Whatever they are, I never want them to stop,' Morgana says, and kisses her again.
Pairing(s): Morgana/Gwen
Rating: PG
Word Count: 493
Notes: For this week's challenge at 15_minute_fic, 'intuition'.
[Just to be clear, that means 15 minutes to write on the prompt word: no more or less. So there's no editing beyond scanning for typos!]
She starts out thinking it is just women's intuition, but pretty soon it turns into something she can not ignore.
When she begins to have the dreams in her sleep--dreams that are so vivid she is sometimes unsure if she is awake or not--Morgana knows that there is something different about her. Something wrong with her. Even her status Uther's ward will not protect her if she has anything to do with magic, she knows that. She has come close, dancing on the edge too many times before to be naïve enough to believe it. Even if the magic grows somewhere deep within her, in a place she can not access, has no control over. The thought makes her sick.
Gwen, lovely Gwen is there to mop her brow and calm her shaking when she wakes up terrified in the night. Gwen is there to fuss over her the next morning when she shakes and can't bear to lift the spoon to her lips. Sometimes after a bad night Gwen even feeds her, like a child who hasn't learned to take care of herself.
Morgana is not sure when she falls in love with Gwen, but she begins to recognise it in her dreams. They always feel so natural, her brushing a lock of hair out of Gwen's eyes, or the two of them laughing together before tumbling into bed. Morgana knows through experience that her dreams always come to pass, but she can hardly believe that this might. Unlike the others, the dreams with Gwen seem so far away, unattainable.
She begins to think more about Gwen, because thinking about her makes her dream about her more, and she likes those dreams best. Those dreams don't involve Arthur dying, or the kingdom in peril, or Merlin doing something stupid. They have Gwen, and they make Morgana feel happier than she ever has in her life.
She starts to get better, and Gwen notices. Morgana begins to talk more, laugh more. She feels closer to the person she knows she is in the dream. She can feel it getting closer, and she can hardly wait for them to come true.
And one day--out of recognition or pure instinct, Morgana is never sure--she knows it is the right time. Gwen is laughing about a feather caught in her hair, and Morgana hears herself saying, 'here, let me,' and then they're kissing. Kissing and Morgana feels so exhilarated she wants to stay that way forever.
When they finally pull apart, Gwen whispers a breathless, 'why?' but she is smiling at the same time, so Morgana knows she's not unhappy.
'My dreams,' she answers.
'The real ones? The ones that wake you up at night?' she frowns, 'but aren't they horrible? Nightmares?'
'They were until I started dreaming about you,' Morgana answers.
Gwen grins at that, 'maybe they're a self-fulfilling prophecy?'
'Whatever they are, I never want them to stop,' Morgana says, and kisses her again.