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Title: A Lady and A Dude
Author: solochan
Rating: None
Pairing: Hints to Cazaril/Morgana, Tasha/Caz
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Cazaril is wondering the 21st century when he finds a girl who knows about him, and his past.
Author’s note: This is a completely different AU Cazaril and a AU Morgana to that of Merlin that is talked about here, but very similar <3 I will explain in my next post when I get up if people are interested in this Chalion/Merlin cross over idea that all started on a roleplay board and blossomed ever since <3
shantirosa wanted this fic for her birthday on the 7th, which is real soon here in the UK, so here is!!
Ooh and if it helps link fics, Cazaril in my mind and visage looks just like Jeffrey Dean Morgan. Hence reason for the John/Morgana fic that Tasha wrote <3
He couldn't remember the last time he'd been out on a date...let alone with someone he didn't know, but for the sake of whatever she had needed to tell him, to say, he would let it slip.
The middle aged man walked inside the restaurant and looked over for a waiter for his reservation, he was dressed well, suit and tie, his hair and beard flecked with grey and had intense blue eyes, scanning the room for a familiar face and didn't find one.
The waiter asked what name the reservation was under and the man with a steady deep voice replied patiently to her.
'It's under the name Suri. I assume that my guest might already be here...I believe I'm a few minutes late'
The waiter looked over to the said table and nodded before leading Cazaril over to a table near the back of the room, shrouded in beautiful candlelight. She'd chosen a nice location, though why she had wanted to see him was still a mystery.
He recognized her immediately, it was hard not too, she had thick black curly hair and a round face, her dark eyes fixed to the stranger approaching and she outwardly seemed to swallow as Cazaril bowed his head and sat down in front of her across a laid out table for two.
'Miss..?''' he began, 'I--'
She cut him off with a shake of her head, and bit her lip before looking back up at him. 'I know who you are, Cazaril, there's no need to explain yourself, and please, my name is Tasha.'
Cazaril blinked with surprise but said nothing, relaxing a little in the chair watching her closely. A waiter came to the table and they ordered drinks, his eyes still seemed to study her intently.
'How did you know my name, when we met the other day?'
Though he wouldn't of called it met, she saw him and ran to him and asked him to meet her at this place at this time, so as far as he knew...either she was stalking him, or something else was going on.
He still wondered why he had agreed, but he only called it fate for the time being.
The young woman, looked down at her plate, then back up at him. Her hands fiddling with a napkin as she seemed to get her words in order. Cazaril couldn't help but notice that she was very pretty, but he tried to ignore this fact for the time being.
'I know who you are, who you were...I can't really explain how, but I know...about Chalion, about Camelot and...' she swallowed, she was never usually this nervous with anything, was it because of how strange this meeting was? She looked up to him fully then and continued. '...and about Avalon...'
Cazaril's face softened, how could she have known? How--
'How?' he questioned, the drinks came over, the waiter not noticing the tension to busy with remembering who's drink was who's. Tasha looked worried now, like perhaps she had said too much and flinched at his question.
'It's a long story, I don't-it's not important how I know...but it is important to tell you, that now, your family...'
Tasha's face softened further, her hands going to her lap. 'It's suffering without you.'
Cazaril's face was a mixture of emotion. His eyes down-casting, and because he needed something to do he sipped his drink.
'I can't get back, I've tried! I did everything I could when I woke up here a year ago. I can't get back to any of the worlds, let alone my own home...'
Tasha seemed to regret having told him this now, her eyes wide with sadness. 'Cazaril, Morgana's taking it out on Arthur...she wants him and his family dead whilst using your son as a pawn to accomplish it...'
'Morgana wouldn't--'
'The Morgana you knew wouldn't, but it's been two years...the Morgana you knew...died with you...'
Caz sat back heavily in his seat. His hand running over his flecked beard with dismay, he felt a little sick, heart broken, mortified, a hundred words could describe his mood. He wanted to run away from this eventuality, to know this fate, but what could he do? The day he had died for Arthur's cause...he had woken in this modern city, and he had remained here, looking for an answer....
Instead, his question wasn't only answered, it was explained in detail, the past and the present, and a future he could not change if he tried.
As if she knew the turmoil he was going through, her hand rested on his during his troubled reverie. She swallowed. 'I'm sorry...I really didn't want to upset you I just...I thought you should know dude.'
Cazaril blinked, before laughing gently, a little relieved at the breaking of the ice, of the morbid thoughts gone even just for a few moments.
'Did you just call me dude?'
Tasha's face heated. 'I...yeah, I did, I call my friend's 'dude' it's just a habit, yeah?'
Cazaril's eyes softened a little and he nodded, despite the moment of terror that his wife was infact destroying his once home, this small moment of modern normality was comforting. Tasha blushed and Cazaril decided that for the moment, he didn't need to know of things he couldn't change right now, he was more interested in how she knew.
'So tell me, Tasha...how do you know all of this'
'I...it's embarrassing, I can't, and So--' she stopped. 'This universe...wherever you believe this to be, is the future of your world.'
Cazaril nodded. 'I figured as much' he admitted, 'I kept spying King Arthur Legends in the libraries when I was trying to find out what really happened to me'
Tasha nodded back, 'Yes, but you wont find the full story, perhaps parts...but there's so many versions of the lives of your family...'
'I read somewhere Mordred was Arthur's illegitimate son, it caused me to stop believing what I was reading' Cazaril told her and Tasha laughed nervously at that.
Banter of this manner continued, about the legends, and what each other knew to be true; their food was ordered shortly after, and Cazaril had to admit it was indeed the strangest sensation to be talking to a young woman he knew of his predicament before he had chance to explain himself. It was almost like she had been keeping track of his life to date...
He sipped his wine and watched her closely, 'Your never going to tell me how you know about me, are you?'
Tasha looked up and gave him a knowing smile, 'You won't like it, it's not worth knowing, trust me.' and Cazaril gave a laugh.
'I'm to believe everything else you've had to tell me after all, alas, I believe you' he said and he looked to the table sadly.
'And you?'
'Hmm?' Tasha uttered as she fiddled with her napkin.
'You never said, I don't know anything about you but your name, and you've told me so much....' Cazaril watched her worriedly, was it a burden on this girl to know all these things and never share them...
'In my world,' he continued, 'There are those that are god-touched...they have gifts--'
'It's not a gift, Caz...' Tasha said gently, finishing her drink, 'It's just luck ok? Please don't ask about it, it's not--'
His hand caught her flailing one, and gave it a squeeze to her immense embarrassment and they smiled at each other. 'Then don't tell me' he said gently, 'I wont ask again...'
The conversation stopped there, they finished their drinks, and Cazaril insisted on paying, and they stood outside the restaurant cold and damp, his hands in his coat pocket, Natasha's black coat wrapped around her like a blanket and in the dark he watched the corners of her eyes glisten.
'I'm not going to see you again, am I?' Cazaril asked and Tasha shook her head, giving a laugh.
'I doubt it, dude...' she said and looked down at her feet before looking back up. 'You're a good man Cazaril, take care of yourself.'
Cazaril nodded and before Tasha could move he pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek and moved away into the darkness, and she stood their in such awe touching her cheek as he disappeared that for a moment she didn't know what to do with herself. The only person in the world that tied to her real life, and her fictional one.
And with that her phone rang, and she answered with a smile, feeling that her mission, if not complete was not a failure. There was a babbling fan girl on the other end of the phone and Tasha just grinned and answered with the smallest of smiles as she moved away from the restaurant in the other direction.
'Dude, you wont believe who I just met...'
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Author: solochan
Rating: None
Pairing: Hints to Cazaril/Morgana, Tasha/Caz
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Cazaril is wondering the 21st century when he finds a girl who knows about him, and his past.
Author’s note: This is a completely different AU Cazaril and a AU Morgana to that of Merlin that is talked about here, but very similar <3 I will explain in my next post when I get up if people are interested in this Chalion/Merlin cross over idea that all started on a roleplay board and blossomed ever since <3
shantirosa wanted this fic for her birthday on the 7th, which is real soon here in the UK, so here is!!
Ooh and if it helps link fics, Cazaril in my mind and visage looks just like Jeffrey Dean Morgan. Hence reason for the John/Morgana fic that Tasha wrote <3
He couldn't remember the last time he'd been out on a date...let alone with someone he didn't know, but for the sake of whatever she had needed to tell him, to say, he would let it slip.
The middle aged man walked inside the restaurant and looked over for a waiter for his reservation, he was dressed well, suit and tie, his hair and beard flecked with grey and had intense blue eyes, scanning the room for a familiar face and didn't find one.
The waiter asked what name the reservation was under and the man with a steady deep voice replied patiently to her.
'It's under the name Suri. I assume that my guest might already be here...I believe I'm a few minutes late'
The waiter looked over to the said table and nodded before leading Cazaril over to a table near the back of the room, shrouded in beautiful candlelight. She'd chosen a nice location, though why she had wanted to see him was still a mystery.
He recognized her immediately, it was hard not too, she had thick black curly hair and a round face, her dark eyes fixed to the stranger approaching and she outwardly seemed to swallow as Cazaril bowed his head and sat down in front of her across a laid out table for two.
'Miss..?''' he began, 'I--'
She cut him off with a shake of her head, and bit her lip before looking back up at him. 'I know who you are, Cazaril, there's no need to explain yourself, and please, my name is Tasha.'
Cazaril blinked with surprise but said nothing, relaxing a little in the chair watching her closely. A waiter came to the table and they ordered drinks, his eyes still seemed to study her intently.
'How did you know my name, when we met the other day?'
Though he wouldn't of called it met, she saw him and ran to him and asked him to meet her at this place at this time, so as far as he knew...either she was stalking him, or something else was going on.
He still wondered why he had agreed, but he only called it fate for the time being.
The young woman, looked down at her plate, then back up at him. Her hands fiddling with a napkin as she seemed to get her words in order. Cazaril couldn't help but notice that she was very pretty, but he tried to ignore this fact for the time being.
'I know who you are, who you were...I can't really explain how, but I know...about Chalion, about Camelot and...' she swallowed, she was never usually this nervous with anything, was it because of how strange this meeting was? She looked up to him fully then and continued. '...and about Avalon...'
Cazaril's face softened, how could she have known? How--
'How?' he questioned, the drinks came over, the waiter not noticing the tension to busy with remembering who's drink was who's. Tasha looked worried now, like perhaps she had said too much and flinched at his question.
'It's a long story, I don't-it's not important how I know...but it is important to tell you, that now, your family...'
Tasha's face softened further, her hands going to her lap. 'It's suffering without you.'
Cazaril's face was a mixture of emotion. His eyes down-casting, and because he needed something to do he sipped his drink.
'I can't get back, I've tried! I did everything I could when I woke up here a year ago. I can't get back to any of the worlds, let alone my own home...'
Tasha seemed to regret having told him this now, her eyes wide with sadness. 'Cazaril, Morgana's taking it out on Arthur...she wants him and his family dead whilst using your son as a pawn to accomplish it...'
'Morgana wouldn't--'
'The Morgana you knew wouldn't, but it's been two years...the Morgana you knew...died with you...'
Caz sat back heavily in his seat. His hand running over his flecked beard with dismay, he felt a little sick, heart broken, mortified, a hundred words could describe his mood. He wanted to run away from this eventuality, to know this fate, but what could he do? The day he had died for Arthur's cause...he had woken in this modern city, and he had remained here, looking for an answer....
Instead, his question wasn't only answered, it was explained in detail, the past and the present, and a future he could not change if he tried.
As if she knew the turmoil he was going through, her hand rested on his during his troubled reverie. She swallowed. 'I'm sorry...I really didn't want to upset you I just...I thought you should know dude.'
Cazaril blinked, before laughing gently, a little relieved at the breaking of the ice, of the morbid thoughts gone even just for a few moments.
'Did you just call me dude?'
Tasha's face heated. 'I...yeah, I did, I call my friend's 'dude' it's just a habit, yeah?'
Cazaril's eyes softened a little and he nodded, despite the moment of terror that his wife was infact destroying his once home, this small moment of modern normality was comforting. Tasha blushed and Cazaril decided that for the moment, he didn't need to know of things he couldn't change right now, he was more interested in how she knew.
'So tell me, Tasha...how do you know all of this'
'I...it's embarrassing, I can't, and So--' she stopped. 'This universe...wherever you believe this to be, is the future of your world.'
Cazaril nodded. 'I figured as much' he admitted, 'I kept spying King Arthur Legends in the libraries when I was trying to find out what really happened to me'
Tasha nodded back, 'Yes, but you wont find the full story, perhaps parts...but there's so many versions of the lives of your family...'
'I read somewhere Mordred was Arthur's illegitimate son, it caused me to stop believing what I was reading' Cazaril told her and Tasha laughed nervously at that.
Banter of this manner continued, about the legends, and what each other knew to be true; their food was ordered shortly after, and Cazaril had to admit it was indeed the strangest sensation to be talking to a young woman he knew of his predicament before he had chance to explain himself. It was almost like she had been keeping track of his life to date...
He sipped his wine and watched her closely, 'Your never going to tell me how you know about me, are you?'
Tasha looked up and gave him a knowing smile, 'You won't like it, it's not worth knowing, trust me.' and Cazaril gave a laugh.
'I'm to believe everything else you've had to tell me after all, alas, I believe you' he said and he looked to the table sadly.
'And you?'
'Hmm?' Tasha uttered as she fiddled with her napkin.
'You never said, I don't know anything about you but your name, and you've told me so much....' Cazaril watched her worriedly, was it a burden on this girl to know all these things and never share them...
'In my world,' he continued, 'There are those that are god-touched...they have gifts--'
'It's not a gift, Caz...' Tasha said gently, finishing her drink, 'It's just luck ok? Please don't ask about it, it's not--'
His hand caught her flailing one, and gave it a squeeze to her immense embarrassment and they smiled at each other. 'Then don't tell me' he said gently, 'I wont ask again...'
The conversation stopped there, they finished their drinks, and Cazaril insisted on paying, and they stood outside the restaurant cold and damp, his hands in his coat pocket, Natasha's black coat wrapped around her like a blanket and in the dark he watched the corners of her eyes glisten.
'I'm not going to see you again, am I?' Cazaril asked and Tasha shook her head, giving a laugh.
'I doubt it, dude...' she said and looked down at her feet before looking back up. 'You're a good man Cazaril, take care of yourself.'
Cazaril nodded and before Tasha could move he pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek and moved away into the darkness, and she stood their in such awe touching her cheek as he disappeared that for a moment she didn't know what to do with herself. The only person in the world that tied to her real life, and her fictional one.
And with that her phone rang, and she answered with a smile, feeling that her mission, if not complete was not a failure. There was a babbling fan girl on the other end of the phone and Tasha just grinned and answered with the smallest of smiles as she moved away from the restaurant in the other direction.
'Dude, you wont believe who I just met...'
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