Guilt (Gwen/Morgana)
Title: Guilt
Fandom: Merlin
Characters/Pairings: Morgana/Gwen
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 300
Summary: Guilt, it turned out, did not sit well - or still - on Morgana’s stomach. (set during 1x12)
Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin, this is purely for entertainment purposes.
Guilt, it turned out, did not sit well - or still - on Morgana’s stomach. It lurched, twisting deep like roots burrowing into her, intent on staying. Regret, she had felt that plenty of times. Guilt, however, was new - cold and unexpectedly corrosive.
“I - I can’t - I...” Gwen’s head fell into her hands, shaking an apology, cheeks flushed in a dark hue, embarrassed in her grief.
I can’t be alone.
The sentence hung unfinished in the air. Too full of selfish guilt, Morgana did not finish it for her.
She felt like a child. She was out of her depth. No words of comfort fell from her mouth, nor did her arms rise to cradle Gwen against her. In her foolish ignorance of consequences, she had set Gwen’s father on the road to his death.
Unconscious of what Morgana had done, Gwen looked at her, as always, as if she could move the earth. She did not wait for Morgana to move to comfort her. Instead, she fell into her arms, knowing that Morgana would catch her.
They lay upon the bed then and Gwen wept against Morgana’s porcelain collar bone, her damp fingers clinging so tightly to Morgana’s dress that the seams pulled. It was only when Gwen ran out of tears, hours later, that she drifted, mewling, to sleep. The woman she clung to stared at the ceiling, longing to die, to disappear, and feeling even guiltier for it.
“I apologise,” Gwen whispered when morning came, “for the state I am in.”
Mortified, Morgana clutched her tighter and kissed her hair. In the dark, she had gathered a steely resolve about her, vowing to hold her tongue. Telling Gwen would be selfish, unforgivable.
Warm, wet lips pressed once to Morgana’s neck and for the first time in hours, she breathed.
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Fandom: Merlin
Characters/Pairings: Morgana/Gwen
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 300
Summary: Guilt, it turned out, did not sit well - or still - on Morgana’s stomach. (set during 1x12)
Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin, this is purely for entertainment purposes.
Guilt, it turned out, did not sit well - or still - on Morgana’s stomach. It lurched, twisting deep like roots burrowing into her, intent on staying. Regret, she had felt that plenty of times. Guilt, however, was new - cold and unexpectedly corrosive.
“I - I can’t - I...” Gwen’s head fell into her hands, shaking an apology, cheeks flushed in a dark hue, embarrassed in her grief.
I can’t be alone.
The sentence hung unfinished in the air. Too full of selfish guilt, Morgana did not finish it for her.
She felt like a child. She was out of her depth. No words of comfort fell from her mouth, nor did her arms rise to cradle Gwen against her. In her foolish ignorance of consequences, she had set Gwen’s father on the road to his death.
Unconscious of what Morgana had done, Gwen looked at her, as always, as if she could move the earth. She did not wait for Morgana to move to comfort her. Instead, she fell into her arms, knowing that Morgana would catch her.
They lay upon the bed then and Gwen wept against Morgana’s porcelain collar bone, her damp fingers clinging so tightly to Morgana’s dress that the seams pulled. It was only when Gwen ran out of tears, hours later, that she drifted, mewling, to sleep. The woman she clung to stared at the ceiling, longing to die, to disappear, and feeling even guiltier for it.
“I apologise,” Gwen whispered when morning came, “for the state I am in.”
Mortified, Morgana clutched her tighter and kissed her hair. In the dark, she had gathered a steely resolve about her, vowing to hold her tongue. Telling Gwen would be selfish, unforgivable.
Warm, wet lips pressed once to Morgana’s neck and for the first time in hours, she breathed.
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