Fic: Spring Fling Drabble - Isn't someone missing me?
Title: Isn't someone missing me?
Author: mustbethursday3
Rating: G
Word count: 1200+
Characters/Pairings: Morgana/Gwen, Arthur, Uther, Gorlois.
Spoilers: None. It's AU.
Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin. Wow, it feels good to get that out there.
Prompt: Written for Camelot Love’s Spring Fling 4# Arthur meet's Morgana's maid for the first time. - rubber_glue
Summary: Morgana made friends with Gwen on her last trip to Camelot and is anxious to see her again to ask her something. Arthur's unhappy to be dragged along like a ragdoll. Gwen takes it all in her stride.
Author's note: This prompt and I . . . it was like opening up some random floodgate I had a million and one ideas and no motivation to settle, so this is one of numerous posts. Sorry. Or am I? XD
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As far as Arthur was concerned servants were a funny band of people that could enter a room or leave it without you noticing. They could be invisible until you required one and then they would just appear - as of by magic - at your side, ready to help you in any way you desired; food, drink, someone to gripe to, dressing, tending to wounds, finding lost items . . . even someone to keep your bed warm (or so he’d heard tale of).
And he wasn’t sure where they learned to be like that, so sevantlike and helpful and silent, but it predisposed them to be forgettable. He had trouble remembering their names though thankfully he wasn’t actually required to but it felt strange to have someone bring him breakfast or pass him his polished boots and have no clue who that person was. Or what they really thought of him.
His childhood had been nursemaid after nursemaid, and then had come the tutors and they’d all been so alike that their faces had blurred in his memory just leaving a smudge of a person. Residue that something had happened, that these people had taught and encouraged him - more than his father had sometimes - and yet he knew no names and couldn’t have described them physically if his life had depended on it. He’d even have trouble if they were right before him. So he’d developed the habit of examining servants closely to see if they were familiar until they gave him an uncomfortable look and made an excuse to leave, leaving him none the wiser.
But all that changed in his thirteenth year . . .
“Father.” Arthur hurried after the tail of the cloak as it went around the corner.
“I haven’t the time Arthur they’ll be here any moment. Then you can entertain Morgana while I speak with her father.”
“But-”
“You remember Morgana, Arthur Gorlois brought her to Camelot last year,” Uther said, stepping out of the castle and into the sunlight. “You fell into the mud and she was kind enough to fish you out.”
“She pushed me,” Arthur corrected, trailing after his father down the stairs. “Hard. And I sprained my wrist and then she refused to talk to me, preferring to keep company with the village children.”
“Well,” Uther stopped at the bottom of the steps, turning to place a hand on Arthur’s head and giving it a fond rub. “I think you’ll be surprised the difference a year can make. I’m sure you’ll get on famously.”
Arthur looked hard at the stones, ducking out from under his father’s hand, “Would you like to bet on that, father?”
_ _ _
The carriage had barely stopped, before Morgana had the door open and had jumped out.
“Morgana,” Gorlois called after her, wheeling his horse around. “Careful.”
“I have to find her Da,” Morgana said impatiently, scuffing her emerald shoes on the stones. “It’s been almost a whole year - three-hundred and forty days - what if she has forgotten me? I’ll be friendless and lonely and then how will you even be able to even contemplate abandoning me here?”
“Morgana.” Gorlois dismounted, handing the reins to a waiting stablehand.
Morgana crossed her arms over her chest and turned her back to the castle and her father to look back at the town. “It’s true.”
Gorlois placed his hands firmly on his young daughter’s shoulders. “I doubt very much my love that anyone could ever forget you.”
“Ah!” Morgana said tipping her head back to look at him. “But you’re not saying it’s impossible.”
“Nothing’s impossible.”
“Which makes this important. She’s going to make my time here bearable, Da, I just know it.”
Gorlois looked down into his daughter’s clear blue eyes, so like her mother’s, as was her temper. “You don’t think you can wait to greet Uther and his son, first?”
Morgana sagged back against him, bodily. “Oh the Princely Prat,” she moaned and her father hid a smile. “Though with his luck, perhaps he shall be eaten by wild animals,” Morgana added with a grin. “And I shall get to watch.”
“Morgana.”
“Okay, okay!” she straightened up, “Five minutes.” Morgana announced, and started off towards the approaching figures. “Greetings from the west!”
Amused, Gorlois shook his head and followed after her. “Uther,” he boomed. “It’s been too long.”
“Then you should have visited under happier circumstances!” Uther replied.
“If only you had left the ghoul at home,” Arthur muttered under his breath as they all met up in the middle of the courtyard.
“And Morgana,” Uther beamed. “Every time I see you, you look more and more like Madelyn.”
Morgana smiled, pulling slightly at the plait over her shoulder. “Why thank you, my lord. I am told she was a great beauty.”
A few steps behind his father Arthur rolled his eyes. “Oh, kill me now.”
Morgana’s eyes flashed to him and she grinned widely. “And this must be little Arthur.”
Both men watched on as Arthur bristled.
“Why don’t we go inside,” Uther said quickly.
“Good idea,” Gorlois replied. “Morgana take Arthur with you into the town.”
“But-” both children started.
“Arthur.”
“Morgana.”
With a growl Morgana snagged Arthur’s sleeve and dragged him off. “Come on then Prathead we’re wasting daylight.”
Gorlois watched them go; “Lucky for Arthur there’s no puddles for her to push him into this time,” he remarked.
Uther’s mouth twisted and he clapped his friend on the back. “You know, I seem to remember you being a little worse for wear whenever you got into Madelyn’s path.”
Gorlois met his eyes and raised an eyebrow. “Well, it was the only way to get her attention.”
_ _ _
“Don’t say anything to embarrass me,” Morgana instructed tightly and gave Arthur’s arm a shake as they stood at the doorway.
Arthur rolled his eyes. “I didn’t ask to be here.”
Morgana stepped into the forge. “And yet you are,” she returned scornfully.
Arthur didn’t have time to reply because there was a clatter and a small blur flew across the room.
“Morgana,” the blur laughed, throwing both small arms around her neck.
“Miss me?” Morgana asked, pulling back from forcefully hugging the smaller girl. “Say you missed me.”
“Of course I missed you,” Gwen scolded, moving to put her hands on her hips."Terribly."
Arthur studied the soot on the girl’s flushed face. “Have I suddenly and inexplicably become invisible?”
“I would settle for mute,” Morgana muttered, moving to stand beside Gwen. “This is the idiot I was telling you about.”
Gwen choked on a giggle, before nodding to Arthur. “My lord.”
“Oh god, don’t pander to his delusions.”
Gwen looked at her puzzled. “Morgana he’s the Prince,” she said simply.
“What he is is short, annoying and full of himself.”
“Diminutive, opinionated and proud,” Gwen corrected patiently.
“Well, I’m taller than you are,” Arthur grit out. “And at least my hairs not all poof.” He made a gesture to his head.
The Prince watched the girl calmly switch her brown eyes to his, a severe lack of fear or apprehension in them. “Very true, my lord,” she nodded gently. “Please forgive my bluntness I’m afraid not used to speaking in the company of someone such as yourself.”
Morgana smiled mockingly. “Now why don’t you go play outside?” she suggested. “I need to ask Gwen something important.”
Arthur blinked slowly, not willing to be sent away. “Gwen?”
Morgana shook her head in exasperation. “What did I just say? Have your ears stopped working?” she asked bitingly.
“It’s short for Guinevere,” Gwen told him bemused by the Prince’s presence in her father’s forge and his staring. She glanced at Morgana, “And what have you to ask me?”
Morgana looked at her smugly, slinging an arm through hers, “How would you like to spend more time up at the castle with yours truly?”
Gwen understood what she was getting at immediately and raised her eyebrows, "Morgana."
Morgana shrugged, "Well, it's that or I'll just start working here."
Gwen's eyes drifted to Arthur's as she tried to imagine that. The prince looked back at her stunned and she turned away with a smile, "Okay . . . but only because I'm not sure Camelot's ready for your smithy skills."
"I would have been GREAT," Morgana assured her, already tugging her towards the door. "Now, come along."
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Title is from a lyric from 'Missing' by Evanescence.
Other responses to this prompt:
1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8
And there's my first (posted) Gorlois . . . and he was better then my Gaius, so that's something XD \O/
Author: mustbethursday3
Rating: G
Word count: 1200+
Characters/Pairings: Morgana/Gwen, Arthur, Uther, Gorlois.
Spoilers: None. It's AU.
Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin. Wow, it feels good to get that out there.
Prompt: Written for Camelot Love’s Spring Fling 4# Arthur meet's Morgana's maid for the first time. - rubber_glue
Summary: Morgana made friends with Gwen on her last trip to Camelot and is anxious to see her again to ask her something. Arthur's unhappy to be dragged along like a ragdoll. Gwen takes it all in her stride.
Author's note: This prompt and I . . . it was like opening up some random floodgate I had a million and one ideas and no motivation to settle, so this is one of numerous posts. Sorry. Or am I? XD
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As far as Arthur was concerned servants were a funny band of people that could enter a room or leave it without you noticing. They could be invisible until you required one and then they would just appear - as of by magic - at your side, ready to help you in any way you desired; food, drink, someone to gripe to, dressing, tending to wounds, finding lost items . . . even someone to keep your bed warm (or so he’d heard tale of).
And he wasn’t sure where they learned to be like that, so sevantlike and helpful and silent, but it predisposed them to be forgettable. He had trouble remembering their names though thankfully he wasn’t actually required to but it felt strange to have someone bring him breakfast or pass him his polished boots and have no clue who that person was. Or what they really thought of him.
His childhood had been nursemaid after nursemaid, and then had come the tutors and they’d all been so alike that their faces had blurred in his memory just leaving a smudge of a person. Residue that something had happened, that these people had taught and encouraged him - more than his father had sometimes - and yet he knew no names and couldn’t have described them physically if his life had depended on it. He’d even have trouble if they were right before him. So he’d developed the habit of examining servants closely to see if they were familiar until they gave him an uncomfortable look and made an excuse to leave, leaving him none the wiser.
But all that changed in his thirteenth year . . .
“Father.” Arthur hurried after the tail of the cloak as it went around the corner.
“I haven’t the time Arthur they’ll be here any moment. Then you can entertain Morgana while I speak with her father.”
“But-”
“You remember Morgana, Arthur Gorlois brought her to Camelot last year,” Uther said, stepping out of the castle and into the sunlight. “You fell into the mud and she was kind enough to fish you out.”
“She pushed me,” Arthur corrected, trailing after his father down the stairs. “Hard. And I sprained my wrist and then she refused to talk to me, preferring to keep company with the village children.”
“Well,” Uther stopped at the bottom of the steps, turning to place a hand on Arthur’s head and giving it a fond rub. “I think you’ll be surprised the difference a year can make. I’m sure you’ll get on famously.”
Arthur looked hard at the stones, ducking out from under his father’s hand, “Would you like to bet on that, father?”
_ _ _
The carriage had barely stopped, before Morgana had the door open and had jumped out.
“Morgana,” Gorlois called after her, wheeling his horse around. “Careful.”
“I have to find her Da,” Morgana said impatiently, scuffing her emerald shoes on the stones. “It’s been almost a whole year - three-hundred and forty days - what if she has forgotten me? I’ll be friendless and lonely and then how will you even be able to even contemplate abandoning me here?”
“Morgana.” Gorlois dismounted, handing the reins to a waiting stablehand.
Morgana crossed her arms over her chest and turned her back to the castle and her father to look back at the town. “It’s true.”
Gorlois placed his hands firmly on his young daughter’s shoulders. “I doubt very much my love that anyone could ever forget you.”
“Ah!” Morgana said tipping her head back to look at him. “But you’re not saying it’s impossible.”
“Nothing’s impossible.”
“Which makes this important. She’s going to make my time here bearable, Da, I just know it.”
Gorlois looked down into his daughter’s clear blue eyes, so like her mother’s, as was her temper. “You don’t think you can wait to greet Uther and his son, first?”
Morgana sagged back against him, bodily. “Oh the Princely Prat,” she moaned and her father hid a smile. “Though with his luck, perhaps he shall be eaten by wild animals,” Morgana added with a grin. “And I shall get to watch.”
“Morgana.”
“Okay, okay!” she straightened up, “Five minutes.” Morgana announced, and started off towards the approaching figures. “Greetings from the west!”
Amused, Gorlois shook his head and followed after her. “Uther,” he boomed. “It’s been too long.”
“Then you should have visited under happier circumstances!” Uther replied.
“If only you had left the ghoul at home,” Arthur muttered under his breath as they all met up in the middle of the courtyard.
“And Morgana,” Uther beamed. “Every time I see you, you look more and more like Madelyn.”
Morgana smiled, pulling slightly at the plait over her shoulder. “Why thank you, my lord. I am told she was a great beauty.”
A few steps behind his father Arthur rolled his eyes. “Oh, kill me now.”
Morgana’s eyes flashed to him and she grinned widely. “And this must be little Arthur.”
Both men watched on as Arthur bristled.
“Why don’t we go inside,” Uther said quickly.
“Good idea,” Gorlois replied. “Morgana take Arthur with you into the town.”
“But-” both children started.
“Arthur.”
“Morgana.”
With a growl Morgana snagged Arthur’s sleeve and dragged him off. “Come on then Prathead we’re wasting daylight.”
Gorlois watched them go; “Lucky for Arthur there’s no puddles for her to push him into this time,” he remarked.
Uther’s mouth twisted and he clapped his friend on the back. “You know, I seem to remember you being a little worse for wear whenever you got into Madelyn’s path.”
Gorlois met his eyes and raised an eyebrow. “Well, it was the only way to get her attention.”
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“Don’t say anything to embarrass me,” Morgana instructed tightly and gave Arthur’s arm a shake as they stood at the doorway.
Arthur rolled his eyes. “I didn’t ask to be here.”
Morgana stepped into the forge. “And yet you are,” she returned scornfully.
Arthur didn’t have time to reply because there was a clatter and a small blur flew across the room.
“Morgana,” the blur laughed, throwing both small arms around her neck.
“Miss me?” Morgana asked, pulling back from forcefully hugging the smaller girl. “Say you missed me.”
“Of course I missed you,” Gwen scolded, moving to put her hands on her hips."Terribly."
Arthur studied the soot on the girl’s flushed face. “Have I suddenly and inexplicably become invisible?”
“I would settle for mute,” Morgana muttered, moving to stand beside Gwen. “This is the idiot I was telling you about.”
Gwen choked on a giggle, before nodding to Arthur. “My lord.”
“Oh god, don’t pander to his delusions.”
Gwen looked at her puzzled. “Morgana he’s the Prince,” she said simply.
“What he is is short, annoying and full of himself.”
“Diminutive, opinionated and proud,” Gwen corrected patiently.
“Well, I’m taller than you are,” Arthur grit out. “And at least my hairs not all poof.” He made a gesture to his head.
The Prince watched the girl calmly switch her brown eyes to his, a severe lack of fear or apprehension in them. “Very true, my lord,” she nodded gently. “Please forgive my bluntness I’m afraid not used to speaking in the company of someone such as yourself.”
Morgana smiled mockingly. “Now why don’t you go play outside?” she suggested. “I need to ask Gwen something important.”
Arthur blinked slowly, not willing to be sent away. “Gwen?”
Morgana shook her head in exasperation. “What did I just say? Have your ears stopped working?” she asked bitingly.
“It’s short for Guinevere,” Gwen told him bemused by the Prince’s presence in her father’s forge and his staring. She glanced at Morgana, “And what have you to ask me?”
Morgana looked at her smugly, slinging an arm through hers, “How would you like to spend more time up at the castle with yours truly?”
Gwen understood what she was getting at immediately and raised her eyebrows, "Morgana."
Morgana shrugged, "Well, it's that or I'll just start working here."
Gwen's eyes drifted to Arthur's as she tried to imagine that. The prince looked back at her stunned and she turned away with a smile, "Okay . . . but only because I'm not sure Camelot's ready for your smithy skills."
"I would have been GREAT," Morgana assured her, already tugging her towards the door. "Now, come along."
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Title is from a lyric from 'Missing' by Evanescence.
Other responses to this prompt:
1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8
And there's my first (posted) Gorlois . . . and he was better then my Gaius, so that's something XD \O/