Author's note: Since some stories come to me in English, I've decided that it would be better for me to write this one in English, instead of trying to write it in French. I'd like to thank my beta reader again :)
Author's note: Hurricane and Sing For Me are two other fics I have written in English. My other stories (including another Morgana/Gwaine) are written in French. I have been asked on several occasions to translate them into English, but it takes a lot of time, so I don't plan on doing it for now.
Disclaimer: nothing's mine.
Alike
She watched him while he was fighting. He never begged and she didn't want him to. She loved the way he lifted his chin in an arrogant manner. He would break, at some point, but at least he would never bend.
She looked into his eyes, right at the storm he tried to keep inside, right at the violence and the despair. If he could, he would kill her. They were so much alike.
She knew that, if things had been different, he could have been the missing part of her she was looking for. He was, but she would never allow herself to acknowledge it, for he was her enemy.
So, of all the things she could have told him, she only said:
"It is very sad how little I think of you, Sir Gwaine."
That was a lie, but he didn't need to know it.
Then, she almost died. And because she never forgot anything, she would never forget the betrayal and the hurt of her former friends. And she would always remember that he was the missing part of her. Not that this fact would make any difference during their future encounter.