Fic: He Knows It Won't Be, Merlin/Morgana
Title:He Knows It Won't Be
Author:binglejells
Rating:PG-13
Pairing:Merlin/Morgana
Warnings:None.
Spoilers:None.
AN:Unbeta’d as I don’t yet have one; I’m more used to doing the betaing! This is one of my first Merlin fics ever, I am supremely nervous but I hope you enjoy it.
He lays his head on a pillow of black silk, soft and luxurious and smelling of jasmine. He tells himself he won’t let this happen again, that this cannot happen any more because even if she will not admit to what is happening to them, he knows she feels the storm approaching.
Merlin sees her day by day, sinking further back in to the darkness, the images that steal her peaceful sleep away become more real with each passing of the moon and those shadows that have appeared under her eyes will not fade. Her grey eyes have grown heavy, her young features firm and grim, yet when he sees her night by night she is that silken goddess once more; her eyes light up for him, her lips learn how to smile again.
Morgana knows its wrong, she knows because each time the knock on the door comes there is a shattering pain in her brain like a mirror breaking in to tiny fragments. Her mind will only piece itself back together when his arms are around her and he whispers in her ear that it will be alright, that he is there. The powerful woman inside her hates him for having such power over her and yet the girl who longs to be loved feels so much for him it makes her heart ache. She was a mass of sharp pains and dull senses, always waiting for that moment, for that time to come. Every time Merlin arrives, the pain dwindles and that time comes closer. She cannot help but smile.
She holds his heart in her regal palm, long graceful fingers curled around his centre and even as his head forbids him to act, his heart bids him kiss her just once more. So he does, and when their lips meet he can feel their crackling energies join and he knows in that moment that they are a part of the same world. A world of secrets and whispers, forbidden touches and fragile memories of a brief happiness.
He does not need to see what she sees in her nightmares to know what the future holds for them. Merlin sees every detail of what is to come in the way she shrinks back from the light and looks forward to the dusk. To him.
He knows Morgana too well, knows what she is now and what she will be in the future. For all the warnings she receives in dreams, for all the pleading she hears from Merlin, she will not let go. He knows she cannot let go just yet, for when she does. When she does…
When their lips separate, he watches and she watches and they watch each other, blue to grey, day to night, sun to moon, they balance each other. He knows his destiny is by Arthur’s side, for good, for unity and his heart bleeds in his chest to know Morgana is the tip of the scales, she is the balancing weight of fate. She will be their greatest threat, their most painful wound and possibly their destruction.
As her graceful limbs wrap around him and his fingers curl in that soft mass of thick, raven hair so much like his own, he tells himself that this will be the last time.
He knows it won’t be.
Author:binglejells
Rating:PG-13
Pairing:Merlin/Morgana
Warnings:None.
Spoilers:None.
AN:Unbeta’d as I don’t yet have one; I’m more used to doing the betaing! This is one of my first Merlin fics ever, I am supremely nervous but I hope you enjoy it.
He lays his head on a pillow of black silk, soft and luxurious and smelling of jasmine. He tells himself he won’t let this happen again, that this cannot happen any more because even if she will not admit to what is happening to them, he knows she feels the storm approaching.
Merlin sees her day by day, sinking further back in to the darkness, the images that steal her peaceful sleep away become more real with each passing of the moon and those shadows that have appeared under her eyes will not fade. Her grey eyes have grown heavy, her young features firm and grim, yet when he sees her night by night she is that silken goddess once more; her eyes light up for him, her lips learn how to smile again.
Morgana knows its wrong, she knows because each time the knock on the door comes there is a shattering pain in her brain like a mirror breaking in to tiny fragments. Her mind will only piece itself back together when his arms are around her and he whispers in her ear that it will be alright, that he is there. The powerful woman inside her hates him for having such power over her and yet the girl who longs to be loved feels so much for him it makes her heart ache. She was a mass of sharp pains and dull senses, always waiting for that moment, for that time to come. Every time Merlin arrives, the pain dwindles and that time comes closer. She cannot help but smile.
She holds his heart in her regal palm, long graceful fingers curled around his centre and even as his head forbids him to act, his heart bids him kiss her just once more. So he does, and when their lips meet he can feel their crackling energies join and he knows in that moment that they are a part of the same world. A world of secrets and whispers, forbidden touches and fragile memories of a brief happiness.
He does not need to see what she sees in her nightmares to know what the future holds for them. Merlin sees every detail of what is to come in the way she shrinks back from the light and looks forward to the dusk. To him.
He knows Morgana too well, knows what she is now and what she will be in the future. For all the warnings she receives in dreams, for all the pleading she hears from Merlin, she will not let go. He knows she cannot let go just yet, for when she does. When she does…
When their lips separate, he watches and she watches and they watch each other, blue to grey, day to night, sun to moon, they balance each other. He knows his destiny is by Arthur’s side, for good, for unity and his heart bleeds in his chest to know Morgana is the tip of the scales, she is the balancing weight of fate. She will be their greatest threat, their most painful wound and possibly their destruction.
As her graceful limbs wrap around him and his fingers curl in that soft mass of thick, raven hair so much like his own, he tells himself that this will be the last time.
He knows it won’t be.