Fic: Never from Your Side
Title: Never from Your Side
Rating: G
Pairing/s: N/A
Character/s: Gwen, Arthur
Summary: Gwen's only chance is to convince Arthur that he was not abandoned.
Warnings: N/A
Word Count: 213
Prompt: #51 Anniversary
Author's Notes: N/A
The sun is leeching through the leaves to splash her path with light, but Gwen's thoughts are dark as she hurries through the hunter's woods. It is one year to the day since she waited here for a friend who never came. In that time the castle's walls have seemed to close in around her, and the eyes of her mistress have grown cold and uncaring. She thinks of these things and wants to give in to her trembling, but the promise of catching Arthur away from prying eyes is driving her forward.
When she finds him, he's bent over a stream, cupping the running water in his hands and splashing it down over his face and neck. He looks up at her soft step, blue eyes washed cold and clear. There is anger and wariness there, but it softens just slightly when he recognizes her. For a moment, he looks like the man she used to know, before Merlin disappeared and Morgana bent Uther's ear to her cruel whims. She's momentarily overcome with the urge to throw herself against him and crush away the days that have passed in such uncharacteristic fear. It gives her voice a breathless quality when she finally gathers the will to speak.
"He didn't leave you, Arthur."
Rating: G
Pairing/s: N/A
Character/s: Gwen, Arthur
Summary: Gwen's only chance is to convince Arthur that he was not abandoned.
Warnings: N/A
Word Count: 213
Prompt: #51 Anniversary
Author's Notes: N/A
The sun is leeching through the leaves to splash her path with light, but Gwen's thoughts are dark as she hurries through the hunter's woods. It is one year to the day since she waited here for a friend who never came. In that time the castle's walls have seemed to close in around her, and the eyes of her mistress have grown cold and uncaring. She thinks of these things and wants to give in to her trembling, but the promise of catching Arthur away from prying eyes is driving her forward.
When she finds him, he's bent over a stream, cupping the running water in his hands and splashing it down over his face and neck. He looks up at her soft step, blue eyes washed cold and clear. There is anger and wariness there, but it softens just slightly when he recognizes her. For a moment, he looks like the man she used to know, before Merlin disappeared and Morgana bent Uther's ear to her cruel whims. She's momentarily overcome with the urge to throw herself against him and crush away the days that have passed in such uncharacteristic fear. It gives her voice a breathless quality when she finally gathers the will to speak.
"He didn't leave you, Arthur."