Title: Golden Eyes
Author: JeGarr
Info: Merlin delivers Morgana's draught and thinks it'll only be a quick visit when it turns out to be an overnight stay.
Soundtrack: Franz Ferdinand, and the song 'Twilight Omen' on repeat.
Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin or a decent Thesaurus.
~Golden Eyes~
He stares at the ground awkwardly, her sleeping draught grasped tightly in his hands. He raises his left fist and knocks twice on her door. She opens it almost immediately, she had been expecting him.
"Merlin," she greets.
"My Lady," he answers, placing a small kiss on her right hand.
She smiles softly, "Come in,"
He clumsily shuffles forward, entering her chambers and turning around to look at Morgana, finding his throat unusually dry.
She is beautiful to everyone, but to him she is the epitome of beautiful, he couldn't put it any other way. He shook his head softly, clearing his head of those almost prohibited thoughts, handing Morgana the draught.
"Gaius hopes you are well,"
"I am not," she whispers
She looks at him and he finds himself lost in her eyes just like last week…when he kissed her.
"The magic is getting worse," he states; it is not a question.
Morgana starts to cry and he looks on and watches no matter how much he wants to comfort her.
"How can you live like this?"
"I just do," he answers
He had almost forgotten he had told her his secret.
"I think you should get some rest," he says
"I can't,"
He knows this.
"Just do it, for me, I'll try to make it better,"
Morgana is asleep in seconds but he remains b her side, partly because he does not want to go and partly because she'll wake up any minute now.
And as if on cue, Morgana wakes up, eyes flash gold, breaking her window. Before it can fall to the ground, Merlin repairs the window, his lips murmuring unknown words.
"Thank you,"
He nods then gets her to lie back down again, his left hand gently cradling her head and his right hand resting on her temple. He mutters some magic under his breath; Morgana drinks in his words, the sound of his voice calming her.
"Try to rest, you'll be without dreams,"
She nods and he turns to go.
"Merlin, stay with me-"
"Morgana, I-"
"Just for tonight,"
How could he resist? He walks over, gently laying next to her and she turns into his chest. Almost instinctively he puts his arm around her waist protectively.
They tend to forget who they are sometimes.
But they really don't care.