New drabble - finally a kiss
He kisses he like a hungry man, like she’s the only thing that can help him keep him sane. It is desperate, also, the way he clutches to her, and in his embrace she finds back some of the boy he used to be, yearning for his father’s approval, a sign, any sign his father loved him. A sign Uther couldn’t give, because he didn’t know how.
Morgana kisses Arthur back, and she’s angry. She’s angry with Uther, for not trying. She’s angry with Gwen, for taking the man she loved and forcing emotions on him he was not ready for, then betraying him when she realized that. She’s angry with Arthur, for taking the easy way. She’s angry with herself, for leaving him behind in her hatred, for not seeing he still needed her so much.
Much later, when the flames fall asleep in the chimney and the only important things are her head on his chest and his arms around her, Morgana whispered.
“I’m sorry I failed you.”
Morgana kisses Arthur back, and she’s angry. She’s angry with Uther, for not trying. She’s angry with Gwen, for taking the man she loved and forcing emotions on him he was not ready for, then betraying him when she realized that. She’s angry with Arthur, for taking the easy way. She’s angry with herself, for leaving him behind in her hatred, for not seeing he still needed her so much.
Much later, when the flames fall asleep in the chimney and the only important things are her head on his chest and his arms around her, Morgana whispered.
“I’m sorry I failed you.”