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Tweak says, "But I am a man"

Arthur Pendragon (a_royal_prat) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2010-09-19 02:02:00

Entry tags:

arthur pendragon, morgana, uther pendragon

Who: Arthur, Morgana and ~CRAZEH!~Uther
What: Lets get some truthiness up in here (aka. Merlin peeps love to spam your games. SORRY!)
When: Early Morning Sept. 19th
Where: Uther's room
Rating: Embarrassing
Status: Incomplete

Morgana was a woman and that was the first conclusion Arthur made that morning after opening his eyes. His hand was cramped and locked around his father's almost as if willing him to stay in his bed. Arthur's neck ached fiercely and spots had a merry dance in front of his eyes, but overall, Arthur felt rested. Something he couldn't say was true yesterday.

He stretched, rolling his shoulders and flexing his hands, both of them, before reaching to tuck his father and further before standing.

Morgana was sleeping on Uther's other side. Her head was resting beside Uther's arm and her mouth was parted slightly in sleep.

"Morgana. Get up."

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camelot_king
2010-09-19 06:37 pm UTC (link)

Arthur's hand closed around his elbow as Uther swayed a little on his feet. Uther turned to his son, looking into the face that, even male, reminded him so much of his late wife. "I'm fine," he told him, then, hearing how his voice shook, repeated himself. "I'm fine, Arthur. I just need to find your Mother."

After all, people from all times appeared here. Why not his wife? Uther tried to pull his arm from Arthur, glancing towards where Morgana stood a short distance away, silently pleading with her to tell the blonde man to let him go. Then something pale flashed behind her shoulder, a figure sat slumped at the table, and his heart hit the back of his throat.

Ygraine was sat there, her delicate frame slumped over the wood. She looked like she had last time Uther had seen her; Her skin pale and drawn over her skull. Her body, previously plump and glowing with pregnancy, was a bag of bones, as if she'd been deflated. Uther heard a hoarse, breathless cry escape his own lips, and pushed Arthur away, surging on unsteady feet into the next room.

She wasn't there.

Something broke in his chest, and he reached blindly back for the comfort of one of his children, his staring eyes still fixed wildly on the empty chair.

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future_seer
2010-09-19 07:06 pm UTC (link)

Morgana stepped even closer when Arthur looked at her, she didn't know what to say, so she sat next to Uther. It pierced her heart the way Uther looked at her. It did and yet at the same time she ... Morgana pushed that away and opened her mouth when she frowned. Her eyes following his gaze. There was nothing there. She wasn't certain if he ... Uther deflated but his eyes were still on the chair.

She looked toward Arthur for a moment, before she took Uther's hand in hers. "I'm sorry, Uther. I truly am." Her other hand very gently pushed him back. "You need to rest. Please. We'll be here. I promise." She reached a comforting hand gently over is brow, murmuring soothing words. While looking at Arthur, lost and uncertain. Though she had a clue. Oh, did she ever.

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a_royal_prat
2010-09-20 06:11 am UTC (link)

Some small hope-filled pool shattered in his chest, cutting his lungs and dragging the air from him as he grappled with his father, easing him downward with Morgana's help. Arthur swallowed around the lump lodged in his throat, searching Morgana's face for some sign on what to do now. They were not meant to deal with these problems. They weren't raised knowing how to handle this type of madness. Always they had walked a fine line with Uther but this was different. This felt like that line had been made of sewing thread and it was about to snap away beneath them.

It scared him.

Arthur managed to admit it, if only to himself, that this wasn't something he could charge at and fix. This was completely out of his hands.

"Father." Arthur moved in front of Uther and crouched before the chair, taking one of his hands and squeezing it. What else could he do?

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camelot_king
2010-09-20 07:17 pm UTC (link)

Uther let himself be pushed back, sitting on the end of the bed so the mattress squeaked and sagged a little under his dead weight. Morgana's hand ran gently over his brow, crumpled now with a mixture of age and devastation, and Arthur's warm hand encased his.

What was happening to him? Uther's mind, once so cold and logical, was a chaotic whirl of emotion. He was sure he had seen her, could have sworn it in front of every council in every Kingdom, but she never stayed. Why didn't she ever stay? It was like someone was toying with him, giving him back the one thing he needed only to rip it brutally away again. Or perhaps she didn't want him any more... Why would she, after what he had done to her?

At the thought, and the cold arrow of truth that came with it, Uther's hand tightened a little around his sons. The old man forced himself to focus on Arthur's face, a tight, tired smile curling at the corner of his mouth for a moment. "She doesn't want to see me," he told him, his voice catching, but softer than it had been in a while. He looked over to Morgana. "That's why she doesn't stay."

He sighed, pulling away from Arthur and Morgana and lying back down on the bed. He lay on top of the blankets, his back to his children, and resisted the urge to hug his knees to his chest and cry.

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future_seer
2010-09-23 03:15 am UTC (link)

Morgana looked at Arthur. Feeling completely and utterly helpless. What's more feeling guilty. And she hated it. Morgana knew who was behind Uther's current state or at least she had a clue. However, she did nothing and said nothing to stop it. Because the man deserved it. It should have been as simple as that and perhap if she were the Morgana that Merlin had poisoned then it would have been. This Morgana, however, she had come not only straight from a time where she had made peace with Uther but in this current time had both witness and appreciated the small efforts that he was making. He was trying. And she -- That meant nothing. That could not mean anything because as Merlin had said about herself, the second they were sent back home, he would do all of those horrible things and she would turn against him. Why delay the inevitable?

Morgana's heart squeezed in pain. Because she still cared for him very much. And it hurt her to see him like this. It hurt her to see Arthur seeing him like this.

She breathed in a sharp, shaking breath at his words.

Her eyes widening as she watched this broken man. The time she'd seen Uther's eyes wet were few and far between. The only time she'd see him cry earnestly was when Arthur had been hurt by the Questing Beast. This --

Morgana's hand reached out immediately and threaded with Arthur's.

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