Drawn In
Title: Drawn In
Fandom: Merlin
Paring: Morgana/Morgause
Rating: K
Summary: Just a brief little thing about Morgana's thoughts on the first time she laid eyes on Morgause and then the first time they met each other, and the confusion it brought her. I may continue this into something bigger but not sure yet.
The Lady Morgana had never before in her life wanted to be 'rescued' by any knight in shining armour, especially after growing up next to Arthur and his arrogant assumptions that every woman in a fifty mile radius wanted him to 'save' them. That was, until a mysterious figure with gleaming chainmail and an air of self-assured confidence strode right into Camelot's throne room and cast down a gauntlet at Arthur's feet without a word.
Even then, before Morgana had ever even discovered the true nature and identity of the person, Morgana had been enthralled by their nerve at challenging the over-proud prince of Camelot. When the helmet came off to reveal cascading golden curls and a fierce look in dark eyes, she was lost.
Watching this woman and Arthur cross blades on the battlefield was trying for Morgana's nerves to say the least. She felt duty-bound to support Arthur, he was after all something akin to a brother to her, yet on the other hand, she felt a strange sort of pull towards this unnamed woman. Whether it was her beauty, her bravery or her sheer determination that drew morgana in she did not know. Though she very much knew how much time she had spent turning it all over in her head, wondering hopelessly.
Eventually Morgana had given in to her desire to know more of the blonde that had so soundly defeated Arthur and then granted him an unexpected moment of mercy on the field.
On a sudden impulse she decided to go and introduce herself to the woman up close, to try and make some sort of sense of who she was, and more importantly, why Morgana felt such an inexplicable pull towards her.
Before she could spend too much time thinking it over and talking herself out of it, Morgana made her way to where this Morgause was lodging in the castle, not altogether certain of her own intentions in going however.
Upon entering the room and realising it was empty Morgana felt a sudden desire to turn right around and leave, what was she even doing here?
Before she could turn however, Morgause stepped into the room with her arms full of her heavy armour, now stripped down to her thin under-shirt and breeches.
"I didn't mean to intrude, I wanted to introduce myself I'm the Lady Morgana" the words tumbled from her mouth before she could even articulate what she was saying.
"I know who you are" was Morgause's quick reply, coming closer to Morgana who still hadn't moved an inch from where she stood.
Morgana inquired about the bandaged wound on Morgause's arm and absently made a comment about the silver bracelet at Morgause's wrist, more for something to fill the tense silence than anything else. She certainly hadn't expected for the blonde to then remove the trinket and offer it up to the lady, claiming that it would aid her in her trouble sleeping.
Overcome by a sense of familiarity with this woman Morgana politely declined the offer and turned to make her hasty exit. The ardent and almost longing look in Morgause's gaze stopped her however as she spoke quickly, her voice breaking a little with the last word, the bracelet still held out between them.
"I hope you will remember me fondly"
Words seemed to be stuck in her throat and Morgana knew not how to reply, she simply nodded her head and left. Her thoughts were suddenly awash with new questions and foreign emotions all over again, only now intensified tenfold by the memory of the look in Morgause's eyes at Morgana's refusal.