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tamingthemuseTitle: Truth
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Trump Card
Warnings: na
Rating: PG
Summary: Saya and Morgana talk. Part of my Merlin series.
Saya eyed the woman, silently envying her luscious red hair and voluminous body. She compared their bodies as young girls do, and found her own wanting. She doubted she would ever have curves like that.
So this was the woman legend said fooled not only the great king, but Merlin as well. The Lady had always said that men were weak when it came to beautiful women. Not only did Morgana have her beauty, but she was powerful as well. Saya could fell the magic pouring off her. Saya scowled, she was probably hiding most of it, too.
The two women sat in an otherwise empty house, its furnishings coated with dust. The town outside the walls was more rubble than town, and deadly silent. It made Saya’s skin crawl, how silent it was.
Then the silence was broken by a loud boom, a crack that ripped the air, causing Saya to jump in her skin, her eyes wide as they shot to the dusty window. Morgana didn’t react to the loud clamor, her chin cupped in one palm, the fingers of her other hand idly twisting a bit of hair. Her eyes were on Saya, eerie and unblinking. Saya felt young and dull compared to the woman, unable to stop her tears as her thoughts returned to Rurik.
Where was he? Was he safe?
“Is Merlin here as well?” Morgana finally said, breaking the silence between them and forcing Saya to look at her.
Mutely, Saya shook her head as even more tears escaped. Where was Merlin? Had he finally given up on her and decided to leave her to her own stupidity? She shook her head again. He wouldn’t do that.
Would he?
Morgana smiled and sat away from the back of the couch. She reached for her helmet and glanced at out the window. The glass had started to tremble in its setting and now Saya felt the whole house do likewise. Then she began to tremble.
She stood when Morgana stood and the other woman strapped her own helmet on Saya’s head.
“Come along, then.” She pulled Saya outside, none too gently shoving her down a ruined road. “Merlin won’t thank me for taking another student from him.”
They stumbled over rubble. Well, Saya stumbled over the rubble as Morgana seemed to glide despite the dry heat and the oppressing thunder of tanks rolling along and the muted sounds of gunshots being fired just around the corner.
Time and again, Morgana pushed Saya to the ground as troops passed them by, none seeming to notice the bright flag of Morgana’s vibrant hair.
They had nearly made it away from the darkening town when disaster struck. A stray missile hit a clock tower and the building came crashing down around them. Saya screamed and huddled against a wall as sharp shards of brick and wood pierced her skin, dust settling all over her. She blinked against the sting in her eyes and cried out for Merlin to help her.
Never had she felt so helpless, so hopeless.
She swallowed her sobs as she realized that she was the only thing making any sort of noise and it would be far better if she didn’t draw any attention to her. She held both her hands over her mouth and fought back panic.
Morgana’s arm was visible under the body of the tower, blood pooling around it in an ever increasing black puddle. Shuddering with fear, Saya reached out, fingers trembling and touched the lax hand.
She couldn’t be dead.
Surely not. Not after all these years.
She couldn’t hold back a cry of alarm as she remembered the rusted sword and the crumbling stone.
Shouts came from down the road and Saya gave a jump of surprise. Eyes wide, she crawled toward Morgana’s body and pushed against the heavy masonry. Even if magic didn’t like her, even if she failed at nearly all of her studies, she still had her trump card.
Her hands embedded themselves into the brick and she touched Morgana’s body hidden away under it all. She pushed her hands through her body, into her heart and felt the faint fluttering of the organ as it struggled for life. She held it in her hands and closed her eyes, willing the body laying prone to heal as it was unaccustomed to doing.
Moments later, Morgana’s magic took over and she pulled herself out from under the pile of bricks. The older woman stared at Saya, her own eyes wide, that wonderful hair now dulled with dust and blood. She licked her lips and touched a hand to her chest where there were no injuries.
“You’re a healer?”
Saya looked away, flushing and suddenly shy. Sure, she was a healer. She wasn’t a powerful mage like Merlin, nor was she intelligent like Rurik, but this little bit of magic that allowed her to use it was important to her.
Morgana jumped to her feet, a smile on her face as she breathed in and held out a hand to Saya. “Come now, we have to get out of here before the battle begins for real.”
They resumed their race out of the town and fled into the nearby forest, away from tanks and missiles. Panting for breath, Saya collapsed against a tree and held the stitch in her side.
Morgana stood beside her, weaving something out of magic. Saya hoped it was something to take them out of here. Before she finished, Morgana turned to Saya, that strange smile on her lips still.
“You are a bird, aren’t you?”
Startled, Saya could only nod.
“Thought you might be. Saya’s not your real name either.”
Saya frowned. “Milord gave me this name.”
Morgana nodded. “You should ask Merlin for your real name. He’ll tell you if you ask him.” She held out the spell toward Saya. “This will take you home, little birdie.” Eyes widening, Saya reached for the spell and Morgana caught her hands in her own. She leaned in close to whisper in her ear.
“Don’t be ashamed of being a healer, little birdie. Merlin is only a healer as well.”
Before she could respond to the startling news, the spell took effect and she was whisked away.
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Trump Card
Warnings: na
Rating: PG
Summary: Saya and Morgana talk. Part of my Merlin series.
Saya eyed the woman, silently envying her luscious red hair and voluminous body. She compared their bodies as young girls do, and found her own wanting. She doubted she would ever have curves like that.
So this was the woman legend said fooled not only the great king, but Merlin as well. The Lady had always said that men were weak when it came to beautiful women. Not only did Morgana have her beauty, but she was powerful as well. Saya could fell the magic pouring off her. Saya scowled, she was probably hiding most of it, too.
The two women sat in an otherwise empty house, its furnishings coated with dust. The town outside the walls was more rubble than town, and deadly silent. It made Saya’s skin crawl, how silent it was.
Then the silence was broken by a loud boom, a crack that ripped the air, causing Saya to jump in her skin, her eyes wide as they shot to the dusty window. Morgana didn’t react to the loud clamor, her chin cupped in one palm, the fingers of her other hand idly twisting a bit of hair. Her eyes were on Saya, eerie and unblinking. Saya felt young and dull compared to the woman, unable to stop her tears as her thoughts returned to Rurik.
Where was he? Was he safe?
“Is Merlin here as well?” Morgana finally said, breaking the silence between them and forcing Saya to look at her.
Mutely, Saya shook her head as even more tears escaped. Where was Merlin? Had he finally given up on her and decided to leave her to her own stupidity? She shook her head again. He wouldn’t do that.
Would he?
Morgana smiled and sat away from the back of the couch. She reached for her helmet and glanced at out the window. The glass had started to tremble in its setting and now Saya felt the whole house do likewise. Then she began to tremble.
She stood when Morgana stood and the other woman strapped her own helmet on Saya’s head.
“Come along, then.” She pulled Saya outside, none too gently shoving her down a ruined road. “Merlin won’t thank me for taking another student from him.”
They stumbled over rubble. Well, Saya stumbled over the rubble as Morgana seemed to glide despite the dry heat and the oppressing thunder of tanks rolling along and the muted sounds of gunshots being fired just around the corner.
Time and again, Morgana pushed Saya to the ground as troops passed them by, none seeming to notice the bright flag of Morgana’s vibrant hair.
They had nearly made it away from the darkening town when disaster struck. A stray missile hit a clock tower and the building came crashing down around them. Saya screamed and huddled against a wall as sharp shards of brick and wood pierced her skin, dust settling all over her. She blinked against the sting in her eyes and cried out for Merlin to help her.
Never had she felt so helpless, so hopeless.
She swallowed her sobs as she realized that she was the only thing making any sort of noise and it would be far better if she didn’t draw any attention to her. She held both her hands over her mouth and fought back panic.
Morgana’s arm was visible under the body of the tower, blood pooling around it in an ever increasing black puddle. Shuddering with fear, Saya reached out, fingers trembling and touched the lax hand.
She couldn’t be dead.
Surely not. Not after all these years.
She couldn’t hold back a cry of alarm as she remembered the rusted sword and the crumbling stone.
Shouts came from down the road and Saya gave a jump of surprise. Eyes wide, she crawled toward Morgana’s body and pushed against the heavy masonry. Even if magic didn’t like her, even if she failed at nearly all of her studies, she still had her trump card.
Her hands embedded themselves into the brick and she touched Morgana’s body hidden away under it all. She pushed her hands through her body, into her heart and felt the faint fluttering of the organ as it struggled for life. She held it in her hands and closed her eyes, willing the body laying prone to heal as it was unaccustomed to doing.
Moments later, Morgana’s magic took over and she pulled herself out from under the pile of bricks. The older woman stared at Saya, her own eyes wide, that wonderful hair now dulled with dust and blood. She licked her lips and touched a hand to her chest where there were no injuries.
“You’re a healer?”
Saya looked away, flushing and suddenly shy. Sure, she was a healer. She wasn’t a powerful mage like Merlin, nor was she intelligent like Rurik, but this little bit of magic that allowed her to use it was important to her.
Morgana jumped to her feet, a smile on her face as she breathed in and held out a hand to Saya. “Come now, we have to get out of here before the battle begins for real.”
They resumed their race out of the town and fled into the nearby forest, away from tanks and missiles. Panting for breath, Saya collapsed against a tree and held the stitch in her side.
Morgana stood beside her, weaving something out of magic. Saya hoped it was something to take them out of here. Before she finished, Morgana turned to Saya, that strange smile on her lips still.
“You are a bird, aren’t you?”
Startled, Saya could only nod.
“Thought you might be. Saya’s not your real name either.”
Saya frowned. “Milord gave me this name.”
Morgana nodded. “You should ask Merlin for your real name. He’ll tell you if you ask him.” She held out the spell toward Saya. “This will take you home, little birdie.” Eyes widening, Saya reached for the spell and Morgana caught her hands in her own. She leaned in close to whisper in her ear.
“Don’t be ashamed of being a healer, little birdie. Merlin is only a healer as well.”
Before she could respond to the startling news, the spell took effect and she was whisked away.
