A/N: Please excuse this stupidity. It was written on a lark. The wings mentioned are inspired by some found in the etsy shop UndertheIvy2.
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Waves crashed around them as they like seals rested on an island of rock set in the sea outside Tintagel Castle.
Both Frik and Morgan were in the shade provided by a sheet spread over a frame of scaffolding. White cushions had been thrown throughout the shadows there. Curtains at each pole of support swayed faintly with the breeze, letting in wavering beams of sunlight.
Morgan sipped from leisurely from a martini glass. The cherry at the bottom of the red liquid moved slowly, almost suspended in the light flooding it, as she turned the glass in her hand.
Frik was disguised as the blonde swordsman he favored, resting on his stomach some distance from Morgan's bare feet, the nails of which he'd just finished painting burgundy. His boots kicked the air languidly as he ate from a box of chocolates.
Morgan coughed, choking on her drink, and looked out over the sea. Her bright ruby stola matched the alcohol, her rouged lips, the pigment around her eyes. She was as a whole the tint of blood. Placed at the corners of her disenchanted glare were the stained glass wings of a small dragonfly. "How much longew do you think hew highness is going to need to be alone with my son?"
"Oh, I wouldn't worry, Morgan. Madame never likes to tarry any longer than is necessary." Frik lazily slid over the rocks to offer Morgan a chocolate from his open heart-shaped box. "You know," his words were for a moment of a higher pitch as his gaze remained with his offering, "I've heard somewhere that life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're going to get."
There was a sudden gust of wind and with it was carried a voice well known. "FRIK!"
The gnome was startled from his dream-like trance as he turned to face his employer. Morgan, unfazed, watched the goddess materialize.
The Queen of Air and Darkness stood on the edge of their island of rock. The image of her figure blurred, faded, then came back into focus - making her seem to be several places at once or suspended in time before she finally materialized. Plumes of black dust bled from and around her.
She turned her body, throwing an arm out behind her. With her command the sun was the same as removed from the sky and replaced by the yellow-gray emptiness before a storm. "It's time to leave. NOW!" Frik rushed to his feet before she could act further.
Mab spirited herself away to her crystal cave, leaving a cloud of darkness in the air. Frik nervously turned to Morgan. She was searching through the heart-shaped box of chocolates he'd given her, pinching their bodies to find cream. She nonchalantly looked up from her task, her eyes meeting his. "When will I see you again?"
"As soon as possible," Frik answered, taking her hand as they were with magic made to appear back inside the castle. "Until then, my love," he said, kissing her forehead.
Black dust floated down over her with his disappearance.
Downstairs, she could hear Mordred yelling as he had a tantrum. Looking out the window to the sea, the wind faintly moved the wings at her eyes as she ate the last of the chocolates.
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