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tamingthemuseTitle: Everything would be alright
Fandom: Merlin
Prompt: #291 - Fabric
Warnings: Between series 3 and 4.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine.
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: Gwen ran her fingers along Morgana's dresses. She liked to come to her chambers in the middle of the night and touch - feel - Morgana's former dresses.
Gwen ran her fingers along Morgana's dresses. She liked to come to her chambers in the middle of the night and touch - feel - Morgana's former dresses. The silk was smooth and soft against her skin - like Morgana's body had ben.
Gwen forced herself not to let any tears fall down her eyes. She had cried too much and non of her shed tears had done her any good. They hadn't made Morgana come back and they hadn't eased her pain at all. The poison Morgana had infected her with wouldn't go away as if it was gripping yo Gwen's inside, refusing to let her get some peace.
For a long time she hadn't think of it as poison. It had simply been love. She had known it couldn't go on forever - she was only a serving girl and Morgana almost a princess to the crown - but it hadn't mattered, not to them. It had been easy to drown in those warm feeling of live. But now Gwen knew better. It was poison and it had been from the start. What else could condemned two people to fall in love and yet make their love impossible to be lived and grip to her so hard?
She took one of the dresses out of the wardrobe and went to the bed with it. She almost let a moan of pain escape her lips as her body fell onto the bed, feeling the familiarity of the mattress, sensing the warmth and almost comfort of its covers. She bit her lip, forcing herself to remain calm and to maintain an illusion of self-control. Her hands were clutching had to the dress - in the back of her mind she suspected she was damaging the soft fabric and would have to repair it later but it didn't matter, not now.
She closed her eyes and forced herself to take a long deep breath as if the air of the room could help chase the poison away. It didn't work. Instead it fueled it even more - like a fire set ablaze. A sweet smell of flower slightly tinged with aromatic spices invaded her, reminding her of Morgana's smell and how it had used to reassure her, soothe her like a promise of safety and home. But Morgana wasn't within her reach anymore and the sense of peace and serenity had been stolen away from her.
Gwen curled up in a fetal position, the dress being tangled in a ball against her chest. Gwen pressed it hard, pretending it was Morgana - a part of her - she was holding on to, trying to stay afloat. she closed her eyes once more and felt her body sway, her mind slipping away. She vaguely thought she couldn't remember the last time she had eaten, but the thought barely reached her mind - curled up on herself among the furs of Morgana's bed she was feeling warm, bathed in the scent of Morgaan's perfume she was feeling safe. In that instant the poison took over her and she didn't try to fight. It was tricking her into believing everything was fine and that Morgana would sleep next to her soon, embracing her body with hers - their two entities making one. It didn't matter that it was all an illusion created by the fabric of a dress, the softness of a bed, and a distant smell of a room. The poison was working and in that moment, for gwen, it was all real.
Fandom: Merlin
Prompt: #291 - Fabric
Warnings: Between series 3 and 4.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine.
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: Gwen ran her fingers along Morgana's dresses. She liked to come to her chambers in the middle of the night and touch - feel - Morgana's former dresses.
Gwen ran her fingers along Morgana's dresses. She liked to come to her chambers in the middle of the night and touch - feel - Morgana's former dresses. The silk was smooth and soft against her skin - like Morgana's body had ben.
Gwen forced herself not to let any tears fall down her eyes. She had cried too much and non of her shed tears had done her any good. They hadn't made Morgana come back and they hadn't eased her pain at all. The poison Morgana had infected her with wouldn't go away as if it was gripping yo Gwen's inside, refusing to let her get some peace.
For a long time she hadn't think of it as poison. It had simply been love. She had known it couldn't go on forever - she was only a serving girl and Morgana almost a princess to the crown - but it hadn't mattered, not to them. It had been easy to drown in those warm feeling of live. But now Gwen knew better. It was poison and it had been from the start. What else could condemned two people to fall in love and yet make their love impossible to be lived and grip to her so hard?
She took one of the dresses out of the wardrobe and went to the bed with it. She almost let a moan of pain escape her lips as her body fell onto the bed, feeling the familiarity of the mattress, sensing the warmth and almost comfort of its covers. She bit her lip, forcing herself to remain calm and to maintain an illusion of self-control. Her hands were clutching had to the dress - in the back of her mind she suspected she was damaging the soft fabric and would have to repair it later but it didn't matter, not now.
She closed her eyes and forced herself to take a long deep breath as if the air of the room could help chase the poison away. It didn't work. Instead it fueled it even more - like a fire set ablaze. A sweet smell of flower slightly tinged with aromatic spices invaded her, reminding her of Morgana's smell and how it had used to reassure her, soothe her like a promise of safety and home. But Morgana wasn't within her reach anymore and the sense of peace and serenity had been stolen away from her.
Gwen curled up in a fetal position, the dress being tangled in a ball against her chest. Gwen pressed it hard, pretending it was Morgana - a part of her - she was holding on to, trying to stay afloat. she closed her eyes once more and felt her body sway, her mind slipping away. She vaguely thought she couldn't remember the last time she had eaten, but the thought barely reached her mind - curled up on herself among the furs of Morgana's bed she was feeling warm, bathed in the scent of Morgaan's perfume she was feeling safe. In that instant the poison took over her and she didn't try to fight. It was tricking her into believing everything was fine and that Morgana would sleep next to her soon, embracing her body with hers - their two entities making one. It didn't matter that it was all an illusion created by the fabric of a dress, the softness of a bed, and a distant smell of a room. The poison was working and in that moment, for gwen, it was all real.
