Prize (Merlin)
Fandom: Merlin (BBC tv show)
Pairing(s): Gwen/Lancelot
Rating: PG
Word Count: 407
A/N: Written for the Gwen Battle 2009 at thefuturequeen.
When Lancelot leaves, Gwen is beside herself. It feels like she is being ripped in two, or maybe as though her heart were shattering into one million pieces.
She reflects on the short time they had together, and she knows she is being unreasonable, that they were never meant to be. That their worlds are too separate, that it was a happy accident that brought them together in the first place. But then she remembers how he made her laugh, and how he made her burn. How he made her feel things she never had before, from the first moment she laid eyes on him, to the first moment she kissed him (that came too soon but not soon enough).
She can not stop herself. Lancelot is like a medicine she can not live without. Or perhaps like water or air, so natural and so crucial. All thoughts of trying to forget him slip out of her head as soon as they enter. Instead she thinks about him while she lights the fire in the mornings, thinks about him when she helps Morgana dress. When she is with others who know him she wonders how they can possibly resist speaking of him when every fibre of her being is calling out for them to switch the topic of conversation to the mysterious knight. She looks at Merlin, at Arthur and knows that despite Merlin's good heart and Arthur's valour, neither can fill the void that Lancelot left. A piece of her will always be missing.
She begins to loiter around Arthur and his men more, hoping to catch some word of his whereabouts. The knights are the only ones who travel with any frequency, they are her only ears and eyes. Sometimes she thinks of going out herself in search of him, but she knows it would be too foolish. Surely only maidens are saved by knights in stories and Gwen is not exactly a princess.
But stranger things have happened, and Gwen just knows that Lancelot will return. Their story is not over. So she listens to Morgana's gossip while folding her clothes, she feels sorry for Merlin when he gets himself thrown in the stocks, and she gasps when Arthur does something heroic; but she never forgets Lancelot, not for one waking second. And she always awaiting the day when he will ride back through the gates of Camelot to claim her for his own.
Pairing(s): Gwen/Lancelot
Rating: PG
Word Count: 407
A/N: Written for the Gwen Battle 2009 at thefuturequeen.
When Lancelot leaves, Gwen is beside herself. It feels like she is being ripped in two, or maybe as though her heart were shattering into one million pieces.
She reflects on the short time they had together, and she knows she is being unreasonable, that they were never meant to be. That their worlds are too separate, that it was a happy accident that brought them together in the first place. But then she remembers how he made her laugh, and how he made her burn. How he made her feel things she never had before, from the first moment she laid eyes on him, to the first moment she kissed him (that came too soon but not soon enough).
She can not stop herself. Lancelot is like a medicine she can not live without. Or perhaps like water or air, so natural and so crucial. All thoughts of trying to forget him slip out of her head as soon as they enter. Instead she thinks about him while she lights the fire in the mornings, thinks about him when she helps Morgana dress. When she is with others who know him she wonders how they can possibly resist speaking of him when every fibre of her being is calling out for them to switch the topic of conversation to the mysterious knight. She looks at Merlin, at Arthur and knows that despite Merlin's good heart and Arthur's valour, neither can fill the void that Lancelot left. A piece of her will always be missing.
She begins to loiter around Arthur and his men more, hoping to catch some word of his whereabouts. The knights are the only ones who travel with any frequency, they are her only ears and eyes. Sometimes she thinks of going out herself in search of him, but she knows it would be too foolish. Surely only maidens are saved by knights in stories and Gwen is not exactly a princess.
But stranger things have happened, and Gwen just knows that Lancelot will return. Their story is not over. So she listens to Morgana's gossip while folding her clothes, she feels sorry for Merlin when he gets himself thrown in the stocks, and she gasps when Arthur does something heroic; but she never forgets Lancelot, not for one waking second. And she always awaiting the day when he will ride back through the gates of Camelot to claim her for his own.