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tamingthemuseTitle: In the Daylight Tomorrow
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Darkwing Duck
Characters/Pairing: Dark/Morgana
Rating: G/K
Challenge/Prompt: #401: Alter Ego and SmallFandomFlsh #131: Divination
Word Count: 853
Warnings: None
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters belong to their rightful owners, not the author.
In a darkened room, she turns the cards. She flips them, card after card time and again, pausing only to reshuffle her most treasured deck of Tarots cards. She tries every method she knows while laying them out onto the small table clothed in a cobweb design. She tries again and again, but each time, the answers are the same. Every time, she gets the same cards in the same pattern, and she sighs once more, her white feathers fluttering and large beak pouting.
She wants a different answer. She yearns for a different answer. She needs a different answer, but her cards never lie and they're telling her the same thing, over and over, in the same voice. She has no choice. Her head hangs. She knows why he's late; she knows why he's not coming tonight.
And then, at last, her phone shrieks. She leaves her circle, abandons her spell without closing it as she knows she shouldn't, to rush to it and the man on the other line. "Morgana, darling, I'm sorry," he says as soon as she picks up the receiver, and she smiles just to hear his voice. He isn't coming tonight, but at least, he did call, which means he was thinking of her.
"Launchpad wrecked the plane again. It's going to take us several hours to put her back together."
"Well, where are you, Dark?" she pleads. "Tell me, and I'll come get you."
"It's not that simple. It's too dangerous here, Morg."
She cringes inside at those wretched words she hates so much. "It's too dangerous." She is a mistress supreme of arcane arts. She can make mortals do her bidding, turn the sun around, send the moon to bed . . . She can turn water into wine, but she can't make this duck put her first.
"It's too dangerous." She could help him in more ways than he can imagine! She could force him to love her, but she's tried that once already and didn't like the results. She could make him put her first, make him forget all this silliness of having to save the world, or at least Saint Carnard, every night, but she wouldn't love him the same if he wasn't the same duck.
She hears Launchpad babbling in the back and Gosalyn's excited, high pitched voice. Pain arches inside of her chest. It's too dangerous for her to be there with him, and yet he's got a buffoon and a child present! There's so many things she could say, so many things she could do to him and to them. There's so many ways she could make this night be what she wants it to be, so many ways she could make him the duck she needs.
But none of it's right. She hangs her head once more and murmurs into the receiver, as her spiders crawl out of her dress and try to hug her feathered, moistening face. "It's all right, Dark. I'll be waiting," she whispers and hangs up the phone.
She sighs. Her feathers flutter. Tears cry from her big, dark eyes. It's not all right. It's not all right to love some one who would never put her first. But yet, he's the one she does love, the only one she can.
She looks back over at her Tarot deck and the cards that are turned up. She could change everything so easily. Perhaps she should put a spell on herself to make her love for Dark not quite so great. She could keep from being hurt by him, keep from being hurt by the love they share . . .
But that wouldn't be right, either. She loves Dark, no matter what. She wouldn't be herself underneath a spell, and eventually, her heart would win and remind her of all she's missing, all she's missing for another night tonight but might well get in the light of day tomorrow. She closes her spell, puts up her cards, opens her circle, dismisses the spirits, and blows out her candles.
Tonight is another night of heartache, but tomorrow, she might just get to live her dreams for a little while. She'll never be herself if she tries to love another man. None is as great to her as her cherished Darkwing Duck or even the timid Drake Mallard, his alter ego. She'll never be herself if she doesn't have him, but then, too, he'll never be himself if he ever cares enough to truly put her first. Gosalyn, Launchpad, saving Saint Carnard . . . All of it is a part of him, a part of the duck she loves.
"I'll wait," she whispers on the night a vow to herself and to him. On the other side of the realms, he feels that whispering wind. His feathers ruffle. His heart is touched, but a cold chill runs down his spine. He'll never know why, but he knows his Morg is waiting, which means he's got to get done saving the world again this time so he can be with her once more in the daylight tomorrow.
The End
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Darkwing Duck
Characters/Pairing: Dark/Morgana
Rating: G/K
Challenge/Prompt: #401: Alter Ego and SmallFandomFlsh #131: Divination
Word Count: 853
Warnings: None
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters belong to their rightful owners, not the author.
In a darkened room, she turns the cards. She flips them, card after card time and again, pausing only to reshuffle her most treasured deck of Tarots cards. She tries every method she knows while laying them out onto the small table clothed in a cobweb design. She tries again and again, but each time, the answers are the same. Every time, she gets the same cards in the same pattern, and she sighs once more, her white feathers fluttering and large beak pouting.
She wants a different answer. She yearns for a different answer. She needs a different answer, but her cards never lie and they're telling her the same thing, over and over, in the same voice. She has no choice. Her head hangs. She knows why he's late; she knows why he's not coming tonight.
And then, at last, her phone shrieks. She leaves her circle, abandons her spell without closing it as she knows she shouldn't, to rush to it and the man on the other line. "Morgana, darling, I'm sorry," he says as soon as she picks up the receiver, and she smiles just to hear his voice. He isn't coming tonight, but at least, he did call, which means he was thinking of her.
"Launchpad wrecked the plane again. It's going to take us several hours to put her back together."
"Well, where are you, Dark?" she pleads. "Tell me, and I'll come get you."
"It's not that simple. It's too dangerous here, Morg."
She cringes inside at those wretched words she hates so much. "It's too dangerous." She is a mistress supreme of arcane arts. She can make mortals do her bidding, turn the sun around, send the moon to bed . . . She can turn water into wine, but she can't make this duck put her first.
"It's too dangerous." She could help him in more ways than he can imagine! She could force him to love her, but she's tried that once already and didn't like the results. She could make him put her first, make him forget all this silliness of having to save the world, or at least Saint Carnard, every night, but she wouldn't love him the same if he wasn't the same duck.
She hears Launchpad babbling in the back and Gosalyn's excited, high pitched voice. Pain arches inside of her chest. It's too dangerous for her to be there with him, and yet he's got a buffoon and a child present! There's so many things she could say, so many things she could do to him and to them. There's so many ways she could make this night be what she wants it to be, so many ways she could make him the duck she needs.
But none of it's right. She hangs her head once more and murmurs into the receiver, as her spiders crawl out of her dress and try to hug her feathered, moistening face. "It's all right, Dark. I'll be waiting," she whispers and hangs up the phone.
She sighs. Her feathers flutter. Tears cry from her big, dark eyes. It's not all right. It's not all right to love some one who would never put her first. But yet, he's the one she does love, the only one she can.
She looks back over at her Tarot deck and the cards that are turned up. She could change everything so easily. Perhaps she should put a spell on herself to make her love for Dark not quite so great. She could keep from being hurt by him, keep from being hurt by the love they share . . .
But that wouldn't be right, either. She loves Dark, no matter what. She wouldn't be herself underneath a spell, and eventually, her heart would win and remind her of all she's missing, all she's missing for another night tonight but might well get in the light of day tomorrow. She closes her spell, puts up her cards, opens her circle, dismisses the spirits, and blows out her candles.
Tonight is another night of heartache, but tomorrow, she might just get to live her dreams for a little while. She'll never be herself if she tries to love another man. None is as great to her as her cherished Darkwing Duck or even the timid Drake Mallard, his alter ego. She'll never be herself if she doesn't have him, but then, too, he'll never be himself if he ever cares enough to truly put her first. Gosalyn, Launchpad, saving Saint Carnard . . . All of it is a part of him, a part of the duck she loves.
"I'll wait," she whispers on the night a vow to herself and to him. On the other side of the realms, he feels that whispering wind. His feathers ruffle. His heart is touched, but a cold chill runs down his spine. He'll never know why, but he knows his Morg is waiting, which means he's got to get done saving the world again this time so he can be with her once more in the daylight tomorrow.
The End
