My missionaries in a foreign field
Hey, guys, remember when I used to write? Yeah, me too. That was fun. I'm stealing this meme from harborshore in the hope of getting the writing juices flowing again:
Give me two characters (bandom [Panic!, TYV, MCR], Merlin, DH4, NCIS, American Idol, and maybe HP*) and I'll tell you about them cuddling. Crossovers are also okay.
* wordsindreams, you can ask for Were ( Read more... )
Give me two characters (bandom [Panic!, TYV, MCR], Merlin, DH4, NCIS, American Idol, and maybe HP*) and I'll tell you about them cuddling. Crossovers are also okay.
* wordsindreams, you can ask for Were ( Read more... )
There are days when Morgana hates being the first lady of Uther's court. Well, to be accurate, there are days when she hates it even more than usual. Today is one of those days. Arthur and Merlin and their strange new companion, a bard from the future whose arrival Merlin is pretending to have had nothing to do with, rode out at first light and Morgana has done nothing but pace her rooms ever since.
"Kind of sucks, doesn't it?"
"I'm sorry?" Morgana asks. The bard's wife, Lyn-Z, is standing in the doorway, watching Morgana. She is the strangest woman Morgana has ever seen, with her indecently short skirt, her shoes which seem more like a pair of men's boots, her arms painted with tattoos that are a thousand times more beautiful than the crude markings that Morgana has sometimes seen in her dreams of the Scots that Arthur will one day face in battle.
Lyn-Z walks into Morgana's room and takes a seat beside Morgana on the bed. "Sucks," she says, "Like it's completely unfair that we weren't allowed to go with just because we're girls, right?"
"Oh," Morgana says, understanding the sentiment if not her way of speaking. "Yes, very much so." Morgana hasn't had one dream about today's outcome; she suspects that somehow the arrival of Lyn-Z and her husband has changed the expected course of events and that makes her very nervous.
"Hey," Lyn-Z says, bumping her shoulder against Morgana's, "Your friends are gonna be okay, you know."
Morgana is tempted to ask her if she's a Seer too, but while she may have let her guard down a little, she'll never let it down that much. Instead she asks, "Your husband seemed very excited to meet Arthur and Merlin, almost as if he had heard of them before."
Lyn-Z smiles a secret smile. "I'm not gonna tell you the future, princess," she says.
"I'm not a princess," Morgana tells her.
There's something troubled in Lyn-Z's look for the briefest second, there then gone again. "No," she says quietly, "You're Morgana La Fey." The way she says it convinces Morgana that this woman, this travelling musician from the future, knows Morgana's fate, which has always stubbornly remained a shadowed mystery to Morgana. She doesn't ask. She doesn't want to know.
"Sometimes I'm afraid," Morgana admits honestly, speaking to the folded pleats of her skirts, so much less practical but more modest than Lyn-Z's. She sucks in a surprised breath when Lyn-Z immediately wraps an arm around her shoulder but she doesn't push her away. "The things I see-. The things I imagine happening to them. I just wish I could help. They're so young."
Arthur is only a little younger than Morgana and Merlin is not much younger than him but some days Morgana feels one hundred years old: ancient and tired and bored with immortality.
"I can't tell you the future, sweetheart," Lyn-Z tells her again, tucking a strand of Morgana's hair behind her ear, "But I promise they're both going to be fine for a good long time yet."
Morgana nods. She doesn’t resist the gentle pressure of Lyn-Z's arm around her and lets herself lean into Lyn-Z's side, pressing her face into her shoulder, smelling the sweet, foreign scent of the future. "Tell me about the future?" she asks then has to laugh because usually, it's Merlin asking that of her, "Where you're from, I mean."
Lyn-Z rests her chin on the top of Morgana's head and strokes her hands down Morgana's back, palms smoothing down Morgana's hair. "You wouldn't believe me if I tried," she says.
"Try anyway," Morgana requests softly and Lyn-Z does.
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