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Tweak says, "I LOVE THIS LINE OMG"

Arthur Pendragon (a_royal_prat) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2010-05-21 01:00:00

Entry tags:

!@event, arthur pendragon, morgana

Who: Arthur and ~~Merlin~~Morgana
What: "..."
When: Shortly after learning this
Where: The library
Rating: Disturbing
Status: Incomplete

Arthur had waited as long as a location to leave. Getting to the library was priority, everything else was secondary. He flung himself down the streets with a single-minded determination that shoved everything, everything into the back corner of his mind. He had to find her. Nothing else mattered to him. There was nothing more important and if he ran down people as he moved, he never once noticed.

It wasn't until he reached the street with the library that he slowed, nearly stopping completely. What if he'd been lied to? What if she wasn't here? What would he do then?

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a_royal_prat
2010-05-27 05:40 am UTC (link)

Arthur swallowed and willed his arms and legs firm and steady the moment he realized they trembled. There were no words for the out of breath, gasping feeling in the pit of his stomach that was threatening to drive him to his knees. There was no room to dissect any of the millions of gnats buzzing loudly past his ears as Morgana spoke to him. Her expression was pinched and pained as he felt and he nearly shoved Gwen's body. God it was a body. There was no life in it. It was a hollow husk of one of the nicest people he'd ever known, the one person who he'd trusted with-

"Morgana." Arthur's head began to shake back and forth like a swinging pendulum that couldn't be stopped. His arms shook and shook and his head moved back and forth and his voice was a dry, rasped whisper. "I can't do this."

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future_seer
2010-05-27 05:50 am UTC (link)

Morgana clenched her fingers into her palm, nails biting for a moment before they reached out and steadied him. Steadied his arm, just held onto him. "Look at me, Arthur. Look at me. You are going to walk from here to across that street. You can do that." She wanted to hug him but that would mean crushing ... her. Gwen. Gwen. Gwen. Gwen. Gwen. Gwen. Morgana took out a gasping breath as she made her mind say it over and over again. She if she let herself become too detached she would go too far away. Away from this. Away from her mind. And they deserved better than that. All three of them did. Arthur. Gwen. Even Merlin. They .. she had to be where she was. It was Gwen. It was Gwen's body. It -- "Then I'll take care of the rest. I'll do it, Arthur. Just walk across the street. For me." She knew. She knew why he felt he couldn't do it. Not even that. And it was cruel to push him. Maybe. Yes, it was. Very likely so. However, they couldn't just stand there. They could just stand there with the b -- Gwen deserved better than people who would come to pass by and just stare at her.

And Morgana who always tried to give her as much as she could, would give her that much even in death. "Across the street Arthur. You don't have to do it alone."

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a_royal_prat
2010-05-27 03:53 pm UTC (link)

Arthur wanted to fall against Morgana and not move, let her hold him up, let her be the strong one for just a minute or so, but he couldn't even lift his head to ask for it.

"Where are we supposed to bring her?" At home, the answer would have been simple. They would have brought her to Gaius and then bound her in cloth and then set her upon a pyre but that wasn't what occurred here or they would have smelled it.

Arthur's knees were buckling out from under him and he only kept standing because Morgana had his arm and he didn't want to crush Gwen.

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future_seer
2010-05-27 04:07 pm UTC (link)

"To a ... to a funeral home." Morgana knew all about future funeral rights. "They'll prepare the body and they'll bury her." Her voice was surprisingly calm but just at the thought of placing Gwen under ground, her fingers tightened their grip around Arthur and her eyes - unknowingly - briefly shone gold. Causing windows to rattle and four lamp post, the first being about three lamp posts over, to have their bulbs and glass shatter.

Morgana flinched and her fingers tightened some more, possibly to painful levels, but she didn't waver. It was possibly not best to mention cremation until she could get a better handle on her emotions.

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	a_royal_prat 2010-06-01 08:00 pm UTC (link)
	The distant shatter of lights and glass barely fazed him and he met Morgana's gaze, breathing heavily through his nose. "Where is this place? This funeral home." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	future_seer 2010-06-05 05:36 pm UTC (link)
	"There are a few in the city. I don't have a clue which one is the best." Because her mind insisted that Gwen would receive the best. She pulled out her PDA and got the direction for the nearest one. "The closest one is about four blocks away from here." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

a_royal_prat
2010-06-05 05:39 pm UTC (link)

"We'll go there." There wasn't much choice. Arthur could carry Gwen to and from the underworld, if required of him. His arms weren't weakening, but his resolve was. Heat burned the back of his eyes and he sighed on a shudder.

"Find another while you're looking at that." Because much like Morgana, he refused to leave Guinevere with someone who would mistreat her form.

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	future_seer 2010-06-05 05:50 pm UTC (link)
	And she would follow at his side, to help. Morgana could take as much of this as she would have to for both Arthur and Gwen. She simply didn't want to and even if she could physically force herself, her emotional resolve not to waver, she didn't have that sort of strength over her powers yet. "Alright." She said in response to both. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	a_royal_prat 2010-06-05 05:54 pm UTC (link)
	Arthur tipped his head back and gazed up into the open night sky. His jaw clenched in increasingly frequent increments until he brought his gaze downward with a snap. His head was clearing like bindings from a wound and a trickle of self-awareness gripped him as he looked at his step-sister. "Morgana, I'm sorry." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

future_seer
2010-06-05 06:35 pm UTC (link)

Morgana didn't look at him. She didn't have to look or ask to know what he was talking about. "I know." She said, before adding. "I understand why and I forgive you for it. You don't have to apologize." When she looked at him, clear eyes held his. Though she she knew why she was a bit surprised that he actually had. "But thank you for apologizing."

Though her eyes narrowed slightly. If he was apologizing for Gwen - Morgana was rather certain he was apologizing for ignoring her feelings in this - she's smack him.

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a_royal_prat
2010-06-05 06:40 pm UTC (link)

He did. Had he not said it now, it would have been said later when neither of them could sleep. Arthur wanted to strangle Merlin for not being where he ought, but having Morgana here was a blessing in itself, even if it was the least favorable pairing.

He hitched Gwen in his arms and stared off, past Morgana's head down the orange lit streets. They needed to get indoors before the same fate befell them.

"Four blocks?"

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future_seer
2010-06-06 03:31 am UTC (link)

"Four blocks." She affirmed. Her eyes peeled the road before she gave Artur a short warning, "I'll hail a cab." and ran a bit into the street. Flagging the passing cab. When the vehicle stopped Morgana pulled out what money she had, not all of it but hopefully enough, and ordered, "Take us to the closest funeral home. Don't ask any questions." The cab driver cut his eyes to her, Gwen's body, and she looked as if she was about to argue. Until she cast her eyes on Arthur and nodded.

"Alright." The woman said.

Morgana turned to look at Arthur.

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a_royal_prat
2010-06-06 03:39 am UTC (link)

Arthur noticed nothing so much as the heavy stillness of Gwen's body draped along his lap and tucked within his arms. The wounds on her neck were congealing and grotesque in a manner that had Arthur reaching for her hair to cover them as rapidly as he could gather fistfuls of it.

She could be sleeping peacefully the way Arthur held her. The bow of her lips was curved in a slight smile that would stay that way permanently. Arthur's shoulders shook as he bowed his head until their foreheads met and the coolness of her skin finally set every aching part of him into action until tears were falling heedlessly down his cheeks.

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