Written in the stars - Morgan/Arthur
Title: Written in the stars
Fandom: Arthurian Legend
Prompt: the basics; the stars
Rating: PG-13 for incest
Word Count: 334
Summary: "Arthur," she says, and it's an apology.
Written for the challenge at thousandtables.
She can map her life in the pictures that the stars make. The huntress is her mother, who wanted to be great but never could. The dragon is Uther, and her brother, too, though she hates to make that connection. He is better than Uther, better than her. She's not sure where she fits in with the stars. Maybe that's for someone else to decide.
She points the stars out to him only once. She shows him the dragon, but he doesn't look at this sky. He looks at her instead, and she hates the way his eyes search her face.
"What?" she asks, intentionally confrontational.
He shakes his head and looks away. "Nothing."
She twines her fingers through his. They rarely allow themselves to touch, and she feels his fingers twitch. The night's chill is already creeping into their bodies.
"Morgan," he says. "I didn't--"
She puts a finger to his lips to silence him and her hand trembles. She lets it drop to her side. "We should go," she says.
They return to the castle in silence. He holds her wrist when she turns to walk away and she looks back at him. "Good night," she says. His eyes are dark and he does not let her go.
"Arthur," she says, and it's an apology.
Then she kisses him. There's a reason they avoid this--even the kiss on the cheek of a king to his sister. It's too immediate, too close to what they want, too much to resist. She's the one to break the kiss, but not before his hands are tangled in her hair. She hides her face against his chest and mutters something that neither of them understands. She's close to crying, which makes her angry--at herself, at Arthur, at the world.
He holds her until they have both regained their composure, and then she slips away, not looking back at him, at the past, at the stars.
Fandom: Arthurian Legend
Prompt: the basics; the stars
Rating: PG-13 for incest
Word Count: 334
Summary: "Arthur," she says, and it's an apology.
Written for the challenge at thousandtables.
She can map her life in the pictures that the stars make. The huntress is her mother, who wanted to be great but never could. The dragon is Uther, and her brother, too, though she hates to make that connection. He is better than Uther, better than her. She's not sure where she fits in with the stars. Maybe that's for someone else to decide.
She points the stars out to him only once. She shows him the dragon, but he doesn't look at this sky. He looks at her instead, and she hates the way his eyes search her face.
"What?" she asks, intentionally confrontational.
He shakes his head and looks away. "Nothing."
She twines her fingers through his. They rarely allow themselves to touch, and she feels his fingers twitch. The night's chill is already creeping into their bodies.
"Morgan," he says. "I didn't--"
She puts a finger to his lips to silence him and her hand trembles. She lets it drop to her side. "We should go," she says.
They return to the castle in silence. He holds her wrist when she turns to walk away and she looks back at him. "Good night," she says. His eyes are dark and he does not let her go.
"Arthur," she says, and it's an apology.
Then she kisses him. There's a reason they avoid this--even the kiss on the cheek of a king to his sister. It's too immediate, too close to what they want, too much to resist. She's the one to break the kiss, but not before his hands are tangled in her hair. She hides her face against his chest and mutters something that neither of them understands. She's close to crying, which makes her angry--at herself, at Arthur, at the world.
He holds her until they have both regained their composure, and then she slips away, not looking back at him, at the past, at the stars.