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ficlet: throw down the cards when your hand is forced 
03 19 09
phantomjam: (Gwen/Morgana - warriors)
Title: Throw Down The Cards When Your Hand Is Forced
Rating: PG-13 for a little nudity
Pairing: Gwen/Morgana
Word count: 798
Warnings: Angsty, future!fic.
Spoilers: None
Summary: Gwen has made her choice and now there will be consequences.
A/N: Written for the [livejournal.com profile] comment_fic prompt (seriously guys, go play over there because it is FUN!) of 'Gwen/Morgana, married to another'.

The satin sheets whispered softly against Morgana’s skin, slipping away from her naked curves to pool on the bed as she rose. The night’s chill still lingered in the air, raising pebbles on her arms and hardening her nipples, shockingly cold against the soles of her bare feet as she padded across the room to retrieve her clothes from where they lay neatly folded on the dressing table.

She dressed quickly, arching her back and turning her head as she used the mirror to help her thread the laces of her corset, pulling until it pressed tight against her ribs, harsh and constricting and just as sweetly painful as she wanted. Her dress came next – her favourite, sea-green velvet, low-cut and embroidered in gold. Gwen had always said that it brought out the colour of her eyes and Morgana remembered the scene played out over countless mornings, Gwen’s touch warm and feather-light as she gathered Morgana’s hair into the day’s elaborate style, knuckles brushing against her cheek and her smile reflected bright and intimate in the mirror. Morgana’s mouth twisted thinly at the memory and she brushed her hair with long, careful strokes.

Behind her Gwen sighed quietly into her pillow, still asleep but floating close to wakefulness, a frown wrinkling her brow as one hand drifted out in search of Morgana’s absent warmth. Morgana turned, fingertips rubbing absently at the smooth wood of the table, and watched her. She tracked the questing curl of Gwen’s fingers and the rich darkness of her skin against the crisp white sheets, the careless drape of her body and the curve of her legs beneath the tangled covers.

A stony weight settled low in her stomach.

Gwen shifted and sighed again, louder this time, and Morgana forced herself into motion, sat down on the bed and caught Gwen’s hand in her own with reassuring squeeze.

‘Shh,’ she murmured, ‘it’s alright,’ and leaned down to gently push an unruly tangle of black curls away from Gwen’s forehead. Gwen turned her face into the caress and her arm reached up to wrap around Morgana instinctively, slipping down under the neckline of her dress and following the line of her spine, hand spread flat across her back to pull her in.

Morgana yielded, pressing a tender kiss to Gwen’s pliant lips and then her temple, burying her nose in Gwen’s thick hair and inhaling deeply.

‘Go back to sleep Gwen,’ she whispered. ‘You’ve made your choice, and made mine for me.’

Gwen’s frown smoothed out into an untroubled smile, lulled by Morgana’s voice though not awake enough to pay attention to the words. Her eyelashes fluttered once, twice and then stilled and her breathing evened out into the slow rhythm of sleep once more.

Morgana watched her for a moment longer, smoothing the wrinkled bedsheets with one hand. She waited until she was sure that Gwen wouldn’t wake and then stood and left without a second glance, the double doors to the queen’s apartments thudding swiftly shut in her wake. She returned to her own rooms only long enough to pull on a heavy cloak and retrieve the supplies from underneath her bed and then made for the stables, sheathed sword in hand and packed saddlebags slung over one shoulder.

No one questioned her – the corridors of the castle were almost completely empty and soundless in the grey pre-dawn gloom, disturbed only by the measured footsteps of the guards on patrol; if they were surprised to see Morgana awake and equipped for travel they wisely held their tongues as she swept past them, deterred by something in the steel-straightness of her back and the resolute tilt of her chin. Even the stableboy stood silently by, wide-eyed and nervous, as she saddled her dappled mare with brisk efficiency, long-fingered hands practised and familiar on the straps and buckles, hearing again her father’s voice in her ears and feeling his scarred hands on her own, guiding her through the motions just as when he’d taught her how to fit a saddle for the first time – she’d been just a little girl and eager to learn everything that there was, desperate to know what lay beyond the walls and fields of their estate, unaware of what blood-price it would take to send her out into the world.

This time, mounting up in the courtyard with easy grace, she well knew what blood would be paid if she left Camelot; the dreams had long since put an end to her ignorance but the ache in her breast smothered her cares.

As she rode out through the gates of Camelot she could still feel the metal of Gwen’s wedding ring against her skin, a corpse-cold brand between her shoulder blades.
Comments 
03 19 09 (UTC)
Beautiful and haunting. The last line is glorious.
03 19 09 (UTC)
Thank you! Glad you liked it ♥
03 19 09 (UTC)
I agree, the last line, corpse-cold, is just stunning. You truly make me gasp with your words.

And such a perfect characterisation of Gwen. Beautiful. ♥
03 19 09 (UTC)
Thank you so much! Hah, I actually wrote the rest of the fic around that last line ;p
03 19 09 (UTC)
Beautiful, perfectly captured the bittersweet nature of Morgana and her relationship with Gwen.
03 19 09 (UTC)
Thank you so much! I've never written them before so I'm glad it worked ♥
03 19 09 (UTC)
Ohhh, this is wonderful. FUTURE!FIC, WHY SO BEAUTIFULLY SAD?
03 19 09 (UTC)
Thank you! ♥

I do love me some bittersweet future!fic. WHY DOES SUCH A RIDICULOUS LIGHT-HEARTED SHOW MAKE ME CRAVE PAIN?!
03 19 09 (UTC)
so so beautiful *dies* that end line - Yeah. I agree with everything that's been sad already - gooooorgeous. Gwen is just lovely here.

And now I challenge you to a Gaius/Nimueh fic. :D

*hands over the brain bleach now*
03 19 09 (UTC)
Hee, THANK YOU! *glomps*

If you think I'll back down from Gaius/Nimueh you are sorely mistaken. Bring. It. On. ;D
03 19 09 (UTC)
Gaius' eyebrows will never forgive you.

Actually, Nimueh's legs will probably never forgive you, either. Nor her dress. OMG HER DRESS IS TOTALLY RIPPED UP LIKE THAT AT THE BOTTOM BECAUSE OF GAIUS' MAD MAGICAL PASSION WHEN HE WAS somewhat YOUNGER!

Heh, backing down yet? :D

...I'm sorry, I'm ruining your awesome series comments with my mad evil pairing crack. *unrepentance*
03 19 09 (UTC)
...you remember the part where I wrote the non-con fivesome, right? With old!Gaius sex? You seriously think I'm going to have a problem with younger!Gaius/Nimueh?

HAH.

I WILL WRITE IT, GAIUS' SUPER SEXY EYEBROWS WILL BE INCLUDED AND IT WILL NOT EVEN BE CRACK. I WILL MAKE IT EXTRA EXPLICIT JUST FOR YOOOUUU~

Consider yourself warned.
03 19 09 (UTC)
...I have vague recollections of it. But I'm not convinced by your internet psycho act. Not until you give me hoooooooooooooooooooooooorde!fic.

Why yes, I double as your fic!conscience during the week. :D

I feel I should feel bad for the horror I unleashed, but - MAKE IT BE OLD!GAIUS PRON, THEN! DO YOUR WORST, FIEND!

*cackles over in the corner*

03 19 09 (UTC)
HAH, MORE LIKE FIC!LACK-OF-CONSCIENCE, YOU DEMANDING HUSSY!

....but I want young!Gaius! *petulant*

UGH, FINE THEN, OLD!GAIUS PRON WITH YOUNG!GAIUS FLASHBACKS, THEN WE'LL BOTH BE HIDEOUSLY SCARRED HAPPY.
03 19 09 (UTC)
Oh, death!icon, is it? I SEE WHAT YOU DID THAR.

Fic!Lack-of-conscience, huh? *eyes suspicious lack of horde!fic*

*raises eyebrow*

:DDDD

YOUNG-AND-OLD GAIUS BY THE AID OF NIMUEH'S MAGIC, Y/Y? :D SHE KEEPS HIM OLD AND WEAK AND MAKES HIM YOUNG FOR HER SEEXXXXUAL PLEASURE.

*backs away*

This is me, disassociating myself FROM THIS SHIT. :D
03 19 09 (UTC)
IT'S TOO LATE TO BACK OUT NOW - THE EVIDENCE IS CLEARLY HERE TO PROVE THAT YOU PROVOKED ME BEYOND ALL REASON. I SHALL LINK EVERYONE TO THIS COMMENT THREAD AND THEN THEY SHALL KNOW THAT IT IS ALL. YOUR. FAULT.

...so I'm thinking this is totally a missing scene from 1x13 y/y? She magically de-ages him and then HAS HER WICKED WAY WITH HIM, WITH MAGICAL BONDAGE, ON THE ALTAR and then leaves him old and 'kills' him before Merlin shows up.

That boy is so lucky he didn't get there a half hour earlier or he would be SCARRED FOR LIFE.
03 19 09 (UTC)
DAMMIT! *stealth-deletes all comments* :D NIMUEH MADE ME DO IT.

*shifts blame like woah*

...it totally is. She de-ages him with water from the cup of life - WHICH TOTALLY UNBALANCES THE FLOW OF NORMAL LIFE WHICH IS WHY HE'S SO OLD AND WEAK WHEN MERLIN GETS THAR - and then he aaaages when she's done with him.

(OH HAI THAR PLOT, WHERE HAVE YOU COME FROM? :DDDD)

Shmeh, Merlin has been living with all those handy gay sex books of Gaius', with the uncomfortable stains on some of the pages for an entire season. Kinky magical bondage sex on an alter is just par for the course. :D
03 19 09 (UTC)
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA PLOT *dies laughing* See how these things come back to bite you in the ass? I told you it wouldn't just be crack :D
03 19 09 (UTC)
AHAHAHAHA FOR THAT, THEN, I CAN BLAME YOU! Mwahaha.
03 19 09 (UTC)
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As she rode out through the gates of Camelot she could still feel the metal of Gwen’s wedding ring against her skin, a corpse-cold brand between her shoulder blades.

Ooph. Don't mind me, I'll just be over here, sitting in the corner, trying to recover from where you PUNCHED ME IN THE FACE. :P

In a more serious and positive feedback, I have to say that this is lovely. I especially enjoyed the feeling at the beginning, where it's lovely and lyrical but you can tell there's something wrong, even if you don't quite know what yet.
03 19 09 (UTC)
Er, whoops, I'll try to contain my sudden erratic outbursts of INTERNET VIOLENCE then ;D

Thank you! I'm glad you liked it ♥
03 20 09 (UTC)
Wow, this is beautiful and haunting and awesome.
03 20 09 (UTC)
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oh, OW. Break my heart why don't you?
03 20 09 (UTC)
Ouchhhh, painful and beautiful all at once. So sad. Thank you for writing this prompt for me!
03 25 09 (UTC)
Oh, girls, this is heartbreaking and lovely.
03 28 09 (UTC)
Thank you! ♥
04 08 09 (UTC)
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OMG this is fabulous. I'm glad I stumbled on it whilst linksurfing through del.icio.us. :P Loved everything about it, from the style to the characterisations to the last line. Heartbreaking.
04 10 09 (UTC)
Thank you so much! I'm glad you liked it ♥
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