Drabble meme batch #2 - Uther/Morgana
Um... I kind of got out of hand with these. Not a whole lot for the first 2, but the Repo! AU got way too long to be considered a drabble. But anyway, I hope you all enjoy these. (the fourth one is the only one that stuck with the 150 word rule)
Uther/Morgana - embrace (for otempora42)
She had been lying awake in her bed, afraid of the future she would see when she closed her eyes, what unknown powers would surface the moment she let her guard down. Even with the knowledge that she was no longer alone, she felt more isolated than she ever had before. She no longer belonged in Camelot, that much was certain. Perhaps she never had, and yet something held her there. Something that she neither understood nor wished to acknowledge. Something that she felt right down to her bones the second that he opened her door and quietly stepped in. Something she felt in the way his forehead was creased with worry and a slight hint of confusion. Something she felt in his voice when he said in that rare, vulnerable way of his, “I could not sleep.” Something she felt surround her when she wordlessly opened her covers to him and he climbed in, wrapping her in an embrace like it was the most natural thing in all the world. For all the hate she’d told herself that she felt for this man, for all the times she’d wanted nothing more than to be rid of him forever, she found a peace in his arms that she had never been able to find anywhere else. In his arms, she was no longer afraid to close her eyes.
Uther/Morgana - forced marriage (for oltha_heri. This is probably so not what you wanted, but it's what popped into my head)
She could not believe that her father had arranged this. That he had wished this. For her to marry Uther Pendragon was almost worse than a death sentence. Perhaps it actually was worse than a death sentence. The king was stubborn, hateful, arrogant, and selfish. She’d sooner marry his prat of a son than marry him. And yet there she was, staring at her somber reflection in the mirror as Gwen prepared her for her wedding day. The gown was beautiful, somehow appearing both modest and extravagant. The headdress was simple, perfect. Everything was perfect, and yet it was all wrong. It would always be wrong. As she walked down the aisle, her eyes never left the man that was to be her husband until death do them part. He was standing there as grandly as ever, but something about it was false, unsure. There was no welcoming smile on his face, no glow in his eyes. If she knew him better she might have even said he looked… nervous. Duty-bound. Apologetic. It was then that she realized that this was hard for him, too. When she stepped onto the altar and they joined hands for the first time, she granted him a small smile. Relief seemed to wash through him, and for an instant, when his eyes met hers, it felt like she had known him for an eternity. She knew that her marriage to Uther Pendragon would always be wrong, but a cursed part of her would always feel the rightness of it.
Uther/Morgana - Repo! AU (for nikkidarling. Yeah, this one turned out completely ridiculous, I know)
“You’re not my father?” Morgana asked, shock and bitterness all mingling into one question.
“He’s not your father,” Nimueh repeated in that gleeful, vicious tone.
Uther was on the floor, clutching his leg, slowly moving towards her, desperately trying to keep a world that had already crumbled from crushing her. “I’m sorry, Morgana. I’m so sorry,” he whispered.
“Kill him,” Nimueh said softly next to Morgana’s ear.
“What?” Morgana asked, shaking her head, her eyes not able to look away from her fath… from Uther.
“Kill him and this empire is yours. Kill him and you’ll finally be free. Free to be who you really are. Use your magic, Morgana. Kill him.”
Uther closed his eyes, ashamed of himself for keeping that part of Morgana at bay, for keeping it a secret, for using her as her own prison.
“I can’t,” Morgana whispered, and turned to leave.
“I poisoned you, Morgana! I lied to you. I couldn’t lose you. Oh god, what have I done?”
Morgana stopped and turned to Nimueh. “You used my mother’s death to use him. You’ll use his death to use me.”
“Your Uther deserved whatever happened to him! He’s the reason your mother was taken from you. He’s the reason my sister was taken away from me.”
“I remember,” Uther growled out. He caught Morgana’s frightened glance at him, and his voice softened as he said, “Remember that I love you, Morgana. Always. I’m sorry that I failed you, but there’s still time. Time to shape your life into one that’s worth remembering.”
Morgana wanted to walk away, to leave him and never look back, but his words struck her. She loved him and she couldn’t change that. She couldn’t leave him there. As she started to walk towards him, she saw Nimueh raise her hand and chant a spell. “NO!” Morgana called out, and a surge of magic shot through her and hit Nimueh in the heart, but it was too late. Uther had collapsed, his gloved hand clutching his heart as his breath came in short gasps. Morgana fell to the ground beside him, her tears falling as she laid his head in her lap.
“I’m sorry, Morgana,” he whispered.
“Be still, Father, be still.”
He smiled at her as he used the last of his strength to lift a hand in order to caress her face. Her soft, beautiful face. So much like her mother and yet so uniquely Morgana.
“Sometimes I guess I just knew,” she said. “I knew we were different. That our love… that it was different.”
He wiped her tears away with his thumb, and his hand dropped back down. His body was numb, and yet somehow he could still manage to feel the warmth of her hand on his chest. “Morgana…” he whispered.
She half laughed and half sobbed before she said, “Through all the years, all the fights, all the us… I didn’t know I’d love you so much.”
Uther laughed, swallowed hard and rasped out, “I didn’t know I’d love you so much.”
She smiled at him and drew him into a desperate hug. She heard him whisper in her ear, “You’re the world to me, Morgana.” His body went limp after a minute, and Morgana knew that she had lost him. She was free.
Uther/Morgana - mask (for solochan)
She masks her loneliness with a smile, her vulnerability with a sharp tongue, her betrayal with love, her love with bitterness. She’s become so used to the deceptive masks that she sometimes forgets what it is that she’s truly hiding. It’s exhausting, being what she needs to be at all the right times. She sees it in Uther, too. The pain he masks with gruffness, the fear he masks with hatred, the love he masks with indifference. But at night, when it is just them, when he’s running his fingertips down her arm as she grips the headboard, when his lips are on her neck, when their eyes meet just before that glorious moment when he makes her world slip away, they see each other. They truly see each other.
Uther/Morgana - embrace (for otempora42)
She had been lying awake in her bed, afraid of the future she would see when she closed her eyes, what unknown powers would surface the moment she let her guard down. Even with the knowledge that she was no longer alone, she felt more isolated than she ever had before. She no longer belonged in Camelot, that much was certain. Perhaps she never had, and yet something held her there. Something that she neither understood nor wished to acknowledge. Something that she felt right down to her bones the second that he opened her door and quietly stepped in. Something she felt in the way his forehead was creased with worry and a slight hint of confusion. Something she felt in his voice when he said in that rare, vulnerable way of his, “I could not sleep.” Something she felt surround her when she wordlessly opened her covers to him and he climbed in, wrapping her in an embrace like it was the most natural thing in all the world. For all the hate she’d told herself that she felt for this man, for all the times she’d wanted nothing more than to be rid of him forever, she found a peace in his arms that she had never been able to find anywhere else. In his arms, she was no longer afraid to close her eyes.
Uther/Morgana - forced marriage (for oltha_heri. This is probably so not what you wanted, but it's what popped into my head)
She could not believe that her father had arranged this. That he had wished this. For her to marry Uther Pendragon was almost worse than a death sentence. Perhaps it actually was worse than a death sentence. The king was stubborn, hateful, arrogant, and selfish. She’d sooner marry his prat of a son than marry him. And yet there she was, staring at her somber reflection in the mirror as Gwen prepared her for her wedding day. The gown was beautiful, somehow appearing both modest and extravagant. The headdress was simple, perfect. Everything was perfect, and yet it was all wrong. It would always be wrong. As she walked down the aisle, her eyes never left the man that was to be her husband until death do them part. He was standing there as grandly as ever, but something about it was false, unsure. There was no welcoming smile on his face, no glow in his eyes. If she knew him better she might have even said he looked… nervous. Duty-bound. Apologetic. It was then that she realized that this was hard for him, too. When she stepped onto the altar and they joined hands for the first time, she granted him a small smile. Relief seemed to wash through him, and for an instant, when his eyes met hers, it felt like she had known him for an eternity. She knew that her marriage to Uther Pendragon would always be wrong, but a cursed part of her would always feel the rightness of it.
Uther/Morgana - Repo! AU (for nikkidarling. Yeah, this one turned out completely ridiculous, I know)
“You’re not my father?” Morgana asked, shock and bitterness all mingling into one question.
“He’s not your father,” Nimueh repeated in that gleeful, vicious tone.
Uther was on the floor, clutching his leg, slowly moving towards her, desperately trying to keep a world that had already crumbled from crushing her. “I’m sorry, Morgana. I’m so sorry,” he whispered.
“Kill him,” Nimueh said softly next to Morgana’s ear.
“What?” Morgana asked, shaking her head, her eyes not able to look away from her fath… from Uther.
“Kill him and this empire is yours. Kill him and you’ll finally be free. Free to be who you really are. Use your magic, Morgana. Kill him.”
Uther closed his eyes, ashamed of himself for keeping that part of Morgana at bay, for keeping it a secret, for using her as her own prison.
“I can’t,” Morgana whispered, and turned to leave.
“I poisoned you, Morgana! I lied to you. I couldn’t lose you. Oh god, what have I done?”
Morgana stopped and turned to Nimueh. “You used my mother’s death to use him. You’ll use his death to use me.”
“Your Uther deserved whatever happened to him! He’s the reason your mother was taken from you. He’s the reason my sister was taken away from me.”
“I remember,” Uther growled out. He caught Morgana’s frightened glance at him, and his voice softened as he said, “Remember that I love you, Morgana. Always. I’m sorry that I failed you, but there’s still time. Time to shape your life into one that’s worth remembering.”
Morgana wanted to walk away, to leave him and never look back, but his words struck her. She loved him and she couldn’t change that. She couldn’t leave him there. As she started to walk towards him, she saw Nimueh raise her hand and chant a spell. “NO!” Morgana called out, and a surge of magic shot through her and hit Nimueh in the heart, but it was too late. Uther had collapsed, his gloved hand clutching his heart as his breath came in short gasps. Morgana fell to the ground beside him, her tears falling as she laid his head in her lap.
“I’m sorry, Morgana,” he whispered.
“Be still, Father, be still.”
He smiled at her as he used the last of his strength to lift a hand in order to caress her face. Her soft, beautiful face. So much like her mother and yet so uniquely Morgana.
“Sometimes I guess I just knew,” she said. “I knew we were different. That our love… that it was different.”
He wiped her tears away with his thumb, and his hand dropped back down. His body was numb, and yet somehow he could still manage to feel the warmth of her hand on his chest. “Morgana…” he whispered.
She half laughed and half sobbed before she said, “Through all the years, all the fights, all the us… I didn’t know I’d love you so much.”
Uther laughed, swallowed hard and rasped out, “I didn’t know I’d love you so much.”
She smiled at him and drew him into a desperate hug. She heard him whisper in her ear, “You’re the world to me, Morgana.” His body went limp after a minute, and Morgana knew that she had lost him. She was free.
Uther/Morgana - mask (for solochan)
She masks her loneliness with a smile, her vulnerability with a sharp tongue, her betrayal with love, her love with bitterness. She’s become so used to the deceptive masks that she sometimes forgets what it is that she’s truly hiding. It’s exhausting, being what she needs to be at all the right times. She sees it in Uther, too. The pain he masks with gruffness, the fear he masks with hatred, the love he masks with indifference. But at night, when it is just them, when he’s running his fingertips down her arm as she grips the headboard, when his lips are on her neck, when their eyes meet just before that glorious moment when he makes her world slip away, they see each other. They truly see each other.