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[Merlin] Tres días después

Title: Three days after
Fandom: Merlin
Characters / Pairs: Merlin, Morgana
Warnings: temporarily located after Chapter The Witchfinder (2x07) so spoilers there.
Summary: She went to see him three days later, he was sure he was there for him since he saw her appear at the door.
Notes: written invisible friend lamarcadenimueh as was revealed recently who had written each thing, as I hang here ~
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walked silently to the chambers of Morgana at nightfall, after leaving Gaius in bed and did not involve dodging surveillance biggest problem, as all en el castillo todavía estaban muy ocupados comentando la muerte de Aredian. Sin embargo estaba seguro que Camelot olvidaría el incidente con el paso de los días, después de algunas semanas lo recordarían como una anécdota más en que la magia (la maldita magia) era la protagonista, el centro de historias que nunca tenían un final feliz.

Pero a diferencia del resto, Merlin sabía que llevaría consigo para siempre la imagen de aquel cuerpo cayendo sobre el ventanal, del estruendo que silenció todo lo demás a su alrededor durante unos instantes. En ese momento no supo exactamente qué estaba ocurriendo con los otros presentes, pues él tan sólo permaneció en la misma posición, contemplando the few that were left broken glass on the stone frame, and legs are feeling the dry throat. He wanted to tell himself that he had done the right thing, repeated over and over again that he had no choice, but it was difficult when the rage of Aredia still ringing in his ears as a ghoulish scream indictment.

When reacted a little more, slowly emerging from the lethargy that had sunk, he recognized the voice of Arthur, and watched her silhouette come quickly to the window frame, peering into the void. She could see from your site curving lips in a grimace of distaste, whispering something to her father and other soldiers who were with him. Took a deep breath and thought of retiring because everything else was controlled.

Only then noticed her. Morgana stared at the window frame with an expression impossible to decipher. Her lips tightened, she was pale and seemed to hold their breath. Their eyes met (within a few seconds) and could see fear in them. A flash, to remember it hours later was not even sure why it seemed fear. But I could not stop thinking about it, in the words of Gwen affected by describing what was, for once again he decided to tempt fate and get closer to their rooms.

knocked on the door twice, neither too soft nor too slow, believing that at any time Arthur emerge from the shadows to say once again that should forget about their "feelings" by Morgan. She did not want to explain again, because what he felt for Morgana certainly not anything approaching the perverse mind of Arthur was afoot. What he felt for Morgana was different, was ...

- Merlin? "She frowned just to open the door, watching with a mixture of surprise and curiosity. His hair was matted and looked tired, as if he had not slept in days. He was so out of place was tempted to use magic to disappear from their eyes and let the rest follow.

"I'm sorry if I did not interrupt ... ... should be back, sorry ... - ...

-Merlin - the half smile of Morgana (this distance was easy to see that her cheeks had more color and lips looked relaxed) will relaxed a little and at times stopped feeling like an outsider. She motioned to pass and once inside, he leaned back against the door, without moving too far from its place as the feeling he was on the ground outside was present again. There was a silence between them, and wanted to hit Merlin porque había venido preparado con todo un discurso, con preguntas sobre su bienestar o si todo eso fallaba, decir que Gaius ya estaba mejor y descansando plácidamente en su cama. Ahora tenía la mirada de Morgana sobre él, fija y analítica, por un momento tuvo la ridícula idea que podía leer sus pensamientos.

—Imagino que Gwen te habrá comentado algo, pero ya estoy bien, de verdad. Sé que no todos los días viene alguien a interrogarte si practicas magia, pero ya estoy bien…— Morgana miró al piso durante unos instantes, sus labios volvieron a tensarse de nuevo y a Merlin le pareció tan pequeña así, estuvo tentando a extender su mano para tocarla. Decirle que estaba well scared, nothing happened. But just stood there, his back is embedded in the wall, watching her drown in their own fears, which were similar to yours, I could feel it.

Magic. Don and cursing in unison. Unfortunately greatness and holding hands.

- How's Gaius? I hope you are well, wanted to visit but I chose to let it rest for now ... - he could guess what was in that silence. It was not just the horror of the memories, the anguish of having almost lost a friend in the fire, was more palpable and frightening.

The certainty that could have been her. Or him. Him Merlin has not stopped thinking about it. How close he was to be in place for Gaius, and would not have made much difference, because he knows that no matter Uther face leading to the fire, provided that if the result is a sorcerer least in Camelot.

"He is fine, but now has to rest secure in a few days will be like new ... - the lie could burn your throat if it were another strategy to maintain sanity. So I could pretend that things were back to normal just for tonight. Morgan seemed to believe it but smiled and nodded in a gesture hardly noticeable. "I'm glad

also you ... I mean that nothing happened to you ... -

After hearing what had no reply, could only fit the look on the floor because she sounded sincere and he had done nothing but lie from the time that was now a distant memory. If he closed his eyes was enough to evoke the image of Morgana trembling, speaking in whispers of magic as if it were the worst punishment that could happen to anyone. When he looked up he still had many phrases, too, gripped in his throat. Half-truths, lies necessary, that this night was unable to speak. Not now, not her.

Both remained in silence, contemplándose como si un gesto tan simple fuera suficiente, como si entre ellos no hubiera secretos, y por momentos Merlin se sintió abrumado por su presencia. Inspiró hondo en un vano intento por tranquilizarse, mas la sensación de asfixia seguía apoderándose de él, por lo que terminó disculpándose entre susurros por haber venido, tropezando las palabras como un niño, diciéndole que durmiera bien. Se acostó con la imagen de Morgana apoyada en la puerta, sonriéndole a medias en un cálido gesto de despedida. Regresó casi a tropezones, tanteando las penumbras del castillo hasta desfallecer en su cama. Como era lógico, soñó con ella, esa noche y las dos siguientes; despertando siempre with headache and Morgana's voice ringing in his ears, saying over and over again not to go back to Camelot anymore, because I do not want to feel alone.

She went to see him three days later, he was sure he was there for him since he saw her appear at the door. She looked so intently that seemed vulnerable in his presence felt again dry throat but could not take her eyes off him. He was wearing a white dress and her hair in a bun, not a single strand out of place. Suddenly he was dwarfed by Morgan, feeling that was beginning to be recurrent.

-lied ... -

His first reaction was a frown, as though I was sure I heard right, I knew exactly what he meant. It was funny, yes, she spoke with him lying and precisely. Merlin was the last person who could blame him for that.

-When you came to see me that night, asked how he was and ... I ... was not right ... I'm not right ... I have not stopped thinking about what would have happened if ... - her lips trembled, he spoke hoarsely while Merlin cursed by not having the courage to break once and the distance that existed between the two. So close in appearance, so far indeed, I do not know how to live in such distress ... to think that anyone can accuse you discover you ... that no one speak out to defend ... I keep thinking how many have died that way ... how many continue to die until ... -
was silent
, although it was unnecessary to finish the sentence, they both knew he was talking about Uther. Uther and his unbridled hatred, which had claimed many innocent lives and would continue charging, just like Morgan said. He spoke with resentment but also a fear that Merlin knows very well, but tried not to think about it when the king, preferring repeated ad nauseam that Arthur will not be Prince forever and the day would come when things will change for the better.

"Oh, sorry, do not pay attention to anything I say, I've only been to intrude ... - ...

-Morgana - the name burned his throat, a reminder of the unspoken words. The list of things I wanted to say was growing day by day, there were times when he was about to falter. A point of saying that he understood, better than anyone , she was not alone and that it was okay to have doubts, have fears, but never of itself. But there they were again, the words scraping the palate, without making sounds but carrying more guilt on his shoulders, a fault and would not know how long it would be able to support "do not apologize, we're friends ... - so that seemingly simple statement (as deep matter) weighing more than ever. Merlin

was only three steps, but he seemed to have crossed a vast chasm. Morgana remained motionless, looking with a half smile that belied thanks. Gently extended his hand to touch her, just touching her, his fingers closed around the wrist. They were much more harsh than normal when contrasted with that skin so soft. Wanted to stop right then, stay well beside her, lying to himself, pretending that there were no secrets between them, nothing separated them, not living with the fear of being discovered. They could recite spells together, not in whispers, but with clear and secure voice. Morgana smiled fully, and he looked in his eyes forever.

"Thanks ... -" she whispered under his breath, relaxing your gestures and curving her lips into a faint smile.

felt a void in the stomach, breaking his fancy like the glass of the window, knowing that by now could only settle for that. With this "thank you" resonate within.