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sophinisba) wrote2009-07-18 09:17 pm
sophinisba) wrote2009-07-18 09:17 pm
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Merlin ficlet: I Know My Place
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hyel, part of a great set posted here for International Day of Femslash. ETA: Okay, and also fabulous new icon on Dreamwidth. Gosh, thank you so much to whoever just gifted me six months of paid time. I totally did not mean to hint for that but it will be fun and will make crossposting easier, and yay for supporting the site financially. :D
Secondly, yay, I did manage to write an ambiguously femslashy ficlet tonight after all, thanks to the prompts at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
writing_game week 62.
Title: I Know My Place
Fandom: Merlin
Characters: Gwen, Morgana, Nimueh
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Words: 300 (150/150)
It isn't the screaming that drives Gwen mad. It isn't the waiting up at night, lying beside her, waiting for the terror, and it isn't holding her, rubbing her back and breathing soft soothing words in her ear. Gwen's happy to do all that. She knows none of it is Morgana's fault.
It's when Gwen says, "Tell me," and Morgana answers, "It was nothing."
"I don't remember," Morgana says, as though Gwen couldn't read the haunted look in her eyes.
Morgana gets through the days with fine dresses and wines, flirting with the prince and fighting with the king, and Gwen follows, quietly, pretending not to know what Morgana knows, that all of it's bound to end in fire.
"If only you'd let me in," she whispers, once she knows her mistress is asleep and nothing she says can be improper, "If only you'd give me permission to save you."
Then one night it's Gwen who dreams, and there's no blood, no fire, no fear, just a beautiful woman in a hooded cloak, pale skin, dark hair and mischievous eyes like Morgana's, smiling and holding out her hand.
Come with me, she says.
"No," Gwen answers without hesitation. "I know my place." But she doesn't turn away.
In the air above the sorceress's hand she sees an image of Morgana's bed. Is this your place? Then the bedroom shrinks, and she sees the castle, the city, the countryside, the sky and sea surrounding it, all shrinking to a tiny point on a floating blue sphere. Or is it this? Do as I say, Queen Guinevere, and the earth itself will be yours to command.
It's all so absurd that she wakes up laughing, and Morgana, who hasn't slept, asks what's so funny.
"It's nothing," Gwen says carefully. "I don't remember."
Read In My Place (the synchronised unicorns remix) by the fabulousnetgirl_y2k!
hyel, part of a great set posted here for International Day of Femslash. ETA: Okay, and also fabulous new icon on Dreamwidth. Gosh, thank you so much to whoever just gifted me six months of paid time. I totally did not mean to hint for that but it will be fun and will make crossposting easier, and yay for supporting the site financially. :DSecondly, yay, I did manage to write an ambiguously femslashy ficlet tonight after all, thanks to the prompts at
writing_game week 62.Title: I Know My Place
Fandom: Merlin
Characters: Gwen, Morgana, Nimueh
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Words: 300 (150/150)
It isn't the screaming that drives Gwen mad. It isn't the waiting up at night, lying beside her, waiting for the terror, and it isn't holding her, rubbing her back and breathing soft soothing words in her ear. Gwen's happy to do all that. She knows none of it is Morgana's fault.
It's when Gwen says, "Tell me," and Morgana answers, "It was nothing."
"I don't remember," Morgana says, as though Gwen couldn't read the haunted look in her eyes.
Morgana gets through the days with fine dresses and wines, flirting with the prince and fighting with the king, and Gwen follows, quietly, pretending not to know what Morgana knows, that all of it's bound to end in fire.
"If only you'd let me in," she whispers, once she knows her mistress is asleep and nothing she says can be improper, "If only you'd give me permission to save you."
Then one night it's Gwen who dreams, and there's no blood, no fire, no fear, just a beautiful woman in a hooded cloak, pale skin, dark hair and mischievous eyes like Morgana's, smiling and holding out her hand.
Come with me, she says.
"No," Gwen answers without hesitation. "I know my place." But she doesn't turn away.
In the air above the sorceress's hand she sees an image of Morgana's bed. Is this your place? Then the bedroom shrinks, and she sees the castle, the city, the countryside, the sky and sea surrounding it, all shrinking to a tiny point on a floating blue sphere. Or is it this? Do as I say, Queen Guinevere, and the earth itself will be yours to command.
It's all so absurd that she wakes up laughing, and Morgana, who hasn't slept, asks what's so funny.
"It's nothing," Gwen says carefully. "I don't remember."
Read In My Place (the synchronised unicorns remix) by the fabulous
netgirl_y2k!