FIC: And A Fairy Sits On Your Shoulder (Leon/Morgana, PG-13,) Part II
And a Fairy Sits On Your Shoulder- Part II
Part I here
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As the months passed, Leon observed a number of things.
Arthur became extremely preoccupied with his affections for the servant, Gwen. It wasn’t any of his business, but he quite liked Gwen so he secretly approved.
He also noticed that where as the manservant Merlin had always been there for Morgana in the previous year, this year he seemed more intent on hanging out with Arthur instead. This probably was a bone of contention; Merlin wasn’t exactly the one Arthur wanted to hang out with, so to speak.
Uther too seemed quite dismissive of Morgana, so too did Gaius.
It was almost as if everyone but Leon had forgotten who Morgana was.
But Leon hadn’t, and he made it his duty to look out for her.
Like when Morgana and Gwen got kidnapped by bandits, and Arthur, Merlin, himself and a few other knights went to find them.
Morgana had popped out of nowhere, scaring Arthur to death.
And despite the fact that she was virtually naked, the only thing Arthur could say was, “Where’s Guinevere?”
Behind him, Leon had rolled his eyes. Poor guy, he thought, he just doesn’t seem capable of thinking of more than one person at a time.
So he had been the one to ask whether Morgana was okay. He had been the one to offer her his cloak and he had been the one to let her ride on his horse whilst he walked alongside her, offering words of comfort.
And in return, he’d been the one she gave the most beguiling smile he’d ever seen.
When the Witchfinder came to Camelot, Leon was the only one who noticed Morgana’s fear.
He wasn’t quite sure exactly what reason Morgana had to be scared. Maybe it was because the Witchfinder wore a top hat and had a long cape.
Leon didn’t trust people with top hats and long capes.
He especially didn’t trust them if they had a beard. (It didn’t matter that he himself had a beard. His mother told him it made him look friendlier, like a giant teddy bear.)
So after Gaius had been cleared of sorcery, Leon had gone to her room and brought her a cup of tea to help ease her nerves.
It was at this point that Morgana had lifted up her face and properly looked at him.
“What is your name?” she demanded.
And blushing slightly he answered, “Sir Leon, my lady.”
“Sir Leon,” she said, slowly and deliberately, before smiling like a cat. “You certainly look out for me.”
“Well someone has to,” he replied, shyly. Blushing again at his answer, he bowed before her and then left.
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That was the start of their fledging friendship.
When they found out that Lady Catrina was a troll, it was each other’s company they’d sought out to laugh about it.
Uther had married a troll.
Uther had sex with a troll.
There were a lot of strange things to happen in Camelot, but this was definitely the most bizarre. And the sickest.
Trolls aside, Leon was the one that Morgana excitedly showed her new bracelet to.
Even if that bracelet was from some crazy warrior-chick who wanted to kill Arthur. But it was okay because it helped her sleep at night.
And when Leon was upset that a few of his fellow men had been eaten by a mythical beast, it was Morgana who was there to comfort him.
“You’re very lucky,” she said. “To come out of this unscathed.”
“It’s always the case,” he said with despair. “Why me? Why am I always so lucky?”
Morgana had given him a warm smile. “Maybe you have a fairy sitting on your shoulder.”
He looked at her in confusion.
“It’s what my mother always used to say about those who are lucky. They have a fairy on their shoulder to help them.”
Feeling slightly cheered up by her words, Leon had relaxed and even told Morgana about encountering Gwen giggling in the castle corridors the other day.
Apparently Merlin had been caught trying on Morgana’s dresses.
This had both alarmed Morgana and disturbed her greatly.
Leon had watched the beauty arise on her face, and something about the way she laughed made him feel compelled to lean in and kiss her. And so he did.
Morgana must have been right about the fairy, for she didn’t run away in disgust. In fact, she seemed to actively encourage it.
A few weeks later, Arthur was possessed yet again although this only seemed apparent to Leon. Leon thought that maybe Uther would have recognised these symptoms himself for it hadn’t been too long since he’d been under those effects too, but apparently the king was a connoisseur when it came to repression. Instead, he let his son have another fight to the death.
Bored by this over-display of testosterone, Morgana had stayed in her room and drunk copious amounts of wine.
Not wanting to watch a scene that could only end in the stupidest kind of tragedy, Leon had joined her, and they must have had a good time because a few hours later he found himself naked and without any memory of what had occurred.
But judging by the cat-like grin of Morgana’s, they’d had a bloody good time.
On a side note, Arthur survived the battle, but with his balls severely slaughtered.
After the events of that day, their relationship sped up very quickly indeed. They would meet up quite frequently to ‘talk’. They would ‘talk’ in her room, ‘talk’ in hidden alcoves in the castle and one time they even ‘talked’ in the stables, although that wasn’t a memory Leon was so fond of. And though Leon spent a lot of time ‘talking’ to Morgana, he couldn’t help but feel that he didn’t have her full attention and that something was distracting her.
That something came to show a month later, in the form of the devilishly handsome, Alvarr.
Leon thought he knew Morgana and yet as soon as this man stepped into Camelot, she seemed extremely taken by him.
She even ran away with him.
This broke his heart. That said, the man was so ridiculously sexy that he was distracting even to Leon.
But he also had a beard and therefore he didn’t trust him.
This was affirmed when the Crystal was stolen, and Alvarr seemed to be behind it. Worrying still, Leon got the impression that Morgana- his Morgana played a part in it
Much later, when Morgana finally came back home, neither one sought each other out. He could tell immediately that she was still distracted and had changed, and she no longer seemed to care for him. Feeling betrayed, he let her be.
A few weeks later, the whole of Camelot was put under a sleeping spell and when Leon woke up, he found that Morgana had disappeared.
He tried to convince himself that he didn’t care, but he did. He missed her a lot more than he was willing to let on.
The days would go by and other troubles would concern the kingdom.
Everyone seemed to forget that Morgana was absent, but not a moment went by that Leon didn’t forget this.
When a dragon attacked Camelot and the kingdom lay in ruins, Leon wondered why Morgana wasn’t there to help hold down the fort, like she did the last time.
When the people he loved fell down around him, he wondered why he never got the chance to tell her that he forgave her and whatever was troubling her he was willing to accept so long as she was here.
When Leon was made in charge of an important mission, he wondered where Morgana was to make him feel like he had something more worthy than his kingdom to protect.
And when Leon fell down to the ground, hit by a ray of fire, he wondered where she was so that he could say that after all this time, he really wasn’t lucky at all.
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A/N: If liked, there will be a part 2, chronicling what happens next to both Leon and Morgana.:D