(GOD, I SORT OF HATE THIS SHOW); fic, merlin
Seriously, I was going to write fic in two completely different fandoms tonight.
FLASHFIC.
FANDOM: MERLIN.
RESPONSE TO TONIGHT’S EPISODE. ("The Crystal Cave")
IDEK.
THE MAIN CHARACTERS FIND OUT THAT MERLIN IS A WIZARD.
HIJINKS. A BIT SILLY. LESS THAN 500 WORDS.
So. This is how it goes.
MORGANA.
Her eyes, pure gold with the burn of magic, widen as he raises his hand in defense. The spell bounces off of his fingertips, hits the wooden cabinet behind her with a crash, and the echoes fill the room.
“And you think I’m evil,” she finally says, cold as ice. “You cunning little toad.”
Her spell is stronger this time; it takes all he has to ward it off.
“I’m so sorry,” he says; and it surprises him how much he means it.
LANCELOT. GWAINE.
“Oi, that’s helpful.” Gwaine tosses his head and his silken hair flies out of his face.
Lancelot, on the other hand, is grim, but some glimmer of hope has now appeared in his eyes. “Alright then. Could you take care of those brutes over there? And that giant?”
UTHER.
“I saved your daughter.” It comes out crueler than he intended, more like a curse than a statement of truth. He breathes in (allowed to, as Uther has hesitated, his sword wavering above the young wizard). “I saved her life. And I knew what she was, then. I knew.”
Merlin can escape an old knight wielding a sword easily; but he’d rather walk out of the room, the king’s ally, than flee it as the new enemy of Camelot.
Uther stares at him, wild.
This time, his voice is steady. “And I cannot tell you how many times I’ve saved your son.”
GWEN.
She raises to her full height and Merlin doesn’t need a magical crystal to tell him of her future. Guinevere is a queen of the people, of this kingdom; the once and future, regardless of her birth.
“Does Arthur know?” she says quietly, and he marvels at her lack of fear. She’s seen a display of magic burst out of him that even he didn’t know he could pull off - he’s scared of himself, scared of what he can do and what that means. Gwen should be cowering, be screaming at him, hating him.
Reaching for him, she touches his cheek - it’s an affirming gesture and he almost flinches. “Does Arthur know?” she repeats. She looks confident, assured.
He blinks. “No.”
Pulling away, she purses her lips together and he feels like a child. “Then you have work to do.”
ARTHUR.
“You’re a WHAT?” Arthur roars.
Merlin shrugs. He feels (and is) a complete fool.
“AND EVERYONE KNOWS?”
Merlin bites his lip. This is not going very well.
“I AM THE LAST PERSON IN THE ENTIRE KINGDOM TO KNOW?”
Merlin wishes he were dead.
“UGHHH. HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN. HOW COULD I NEVER HAVE SUSPECTED?”
Merlin isn’t quite sure about that, really, but Arthur is pretty dense.
“I FEEL LIKE SUCH AN IDIOT.”
Merlin nods in full agreement.
“YOU ASS.”
FLASHFIC.
FANDOM: MERLIN.
RESPONSE TO TONIGHT’S EPISODE. ("The Crystal Cave")
IDEK.
THE MAIN CHARACTERS FIND OUT THAT MERLIN IS A WIZARD.
HIJINKS. A BIT SILLY. LESS THAN 500 WORDS.
So. This is how it goes.
MORGANA.
Her eyes, pure gold with the burn of magic, widen as he raises his hand in defense. The spell bounces off of his fingertips, hits the wooden cabinet behind her with a crash, and the echoes fill the room.
“And you think I’m evil,” she finally says, cold as ice. “You cunning little toad.”
Her spell is stronger this time; it takes all he has to ward it off.
“I’m so sorry,” he says; and it surprises him how much he means it.
LANCELOT. GWAINE.
“Oi, that’s helpful.” Gwaine tosses his head and his silken hair flies out of his face.
Lancelot, on the other hand, is grim, but some glimmer of hope has now appeared in his eyes. “Alright then. Could you take care of those brutes over there? And that giant?”
UTHER.
“I saved your daughter.” It comes out crueler than he intended, more like a curse than a statement of truth. He breathes in (allowed to, as Uther has hesitated, his sword wavering above the young wizard). “I saved her life. And I knew what she was, then. I knew.”
Merlin can escape an old knight wielding a sword easily; but he’d rather walk out of the room, the king’s ally, than flee it as the new enemy of Camelot.
Uther stares at him, wild.
This time, his voice is steady. “And I cannot tell you how many times I’ve saved your son.”
GWEN.
She raises to her full height and Merlin doesn’t need a magical crystal to tell him of her future. Guinevere is a queen of the people, of this kingdom; the once and future, regardless of her birth.
“Does Arthur know?” she says quietly, and he marvels at her lack of fear. She’s seen a display of magic burst out of him that even he didn’t know he could pull off - he’s scared of himself, scared of what he can do and what that means. Gwen should be cowering, be screaming at him, hating him.
Reaching for him, she touches his cheek - it’s an affirming gesture and he almost flinches. “Does Arthur know?” she repeats. She looks confident, assured.
He blinks. “No.”
Pulling away, she purses her lips together and he feels like a child. “Then you have work to do.”
ARTHUR.
“You’re a WHAT?” Arthur roars.
Merlin shrugs. He feels (and is) a complete fool.
“AND EVERYONE KNOWS?”
Merlin bites his lip. This is not going very well.
“I AM THE LAST PERSON IN THE ENTIRE KINGDOM TO KNOW?”
Merlin wishes he were dead.
“UGHHH. HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN. HOW COULD I NEVER HAVE SUSPECTED?”
Merlin isn’t quite sure about that, really, but Arthur is pretty dense.
“I FEEL LIKE SUCH AN IDIOT.”
Merlin nods in full agreement.
“YOU ASS.”