Fic: ‘Nothing more than a dream.’
Title: Nothing more than a dream.
Fandom: Merlin (BBC).
Rating: (G)
Time Period: During season 1.
Summary: He wants to make it nothing more than a dream.
Author's Note: This is quick ‘n’ dirty (for definition see the F. A. Q. or check this post for the definition).
I just had this in mind for a while after writing A trick of confidence. I couldn’t shake it so I finally wrote it!
Disclaimer
All characters contained herein are the intellectual property of Julian Murphy and Johnny Caps; I am not affiliated with nor endorsed by them.
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He brushed the dark tendrils from her forehead and lowered himself into the chair by the fire; perhaps his instinct was wrong and nothing would happen. He stretched his legs before him and it wasn’t long before the rigours of the day caught him. His eyes closed and his head fell back.
The candles had flickered out long ago when the screams rocked the room. He started to his feet and ran the short distance to the bed, sliding onto its edge and enfolding her in his arms. She clung to him, his shirt sticking to him where her tears fell. He tightened his arms and held her to him.
“Morgana,” he murmured comfortingly to the air above her head, “it was just a dream.”
Her fists beat against his chest, jerking herself out of his arms. “How can you say that? It was real! I saw you die.”
He reached for her arm; she tried to yank her arm away but his hold was too gently strong. “I’m alive, Morgana. Feel my strength, hear my words. I am here and that won’t change.”
Streaks stained her cheeks and she finally looked at him to see the reality and not the dream. “You died,” she whispered lifelessly, without hope. “You died.”
He moved closer, his arms once again wrapping about her. “I am here, Morgana,” he confirmed his own words. “If you are so worried, tell me how I die so I can stop it.”
Her head rested against his shoulder as he held her tightly close. “I …” Her throat tightened and she screwed her eyes shut. “Don’t make me, Arthur. I don’t want to see it again.”
“Tell me,” he almost-pleaded. “Tell me so we can make what happened simply be a dream. A fleeting night vision.”
She finally glanced up, opening her eyes. “You will need to be strong.”
Fandom: Merlin (BBC).
Rating: (G)
Time Period: During season 1.
Summary: He wants to make it nothing more than a dream.
Author's Note: This is quick ‘n’ dirty (for definition see the F. A. Q. or check this post for the definition).
I just had this in mind for a while after writing A trick of confidence. I couldn’t shake it so I finally wrote it!
Disclaimer
All characters contained herein are the intellectual property of Julian Murphy and Johnny Caps; I am not affiliated with nor endorsed by them.
_______________________
He brushed the dark tendrils from her forehead and lowered himself into the chair by the fire; perhaps his instinct was wrong and nothing would happen. He stretched his legs before him and it wasn’t long before the rigours of the day caught him. His eyes closed and his head fell back.
The candles had flickered out long ago when the screams rocked the room. He started to his feet and ran the short distance to the bed, sliding onto its edge and enfolding her in his arms. She clung to him, his shirt sticking to him where her tears fell. He tightened his arms and held her to him.
“Morgana,” he murmured comfortingly to the air above her head, “it was just a dream.”
Her fists beat against his chest, jerking herself out of his arms. “How can you say that? It was real! I saw you die.”
He reached for her arm; she tried to yank her arm away but his hold was too gently strong. “I’m alive, Morgana. Feel my strength, hear my words. I am here and that won’t change.”
Streaks stained her cheeks and she finally looked at him to see the reality and not the dream. “You died,” she whispered lifelessly, without hope. “You died.”
He moved closer, his arms once again wrapping about her. “I am here, Morgana,” he confirmed his own words. “If you are so worried, tell me how I die so I can stop it.”
Her head rested against his shoulder as he held her tightly close. “I …” Her throat tightened and she screwed her eyes shut. “Don’t make me, Arthur. I don’t want to see it again.”
“Tell me,” he almost-pleaded. “Tell me so we can make what happened simply be a dream. A fleeting night vision.”
She finally glanced up, opening her eyes. “You will need to be strong.”