Five Senses – Gwen
Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin (TV series), only Bronwen the Evil Plot Bunny
A/N: not as happy wth this one, Gwen didn't talk to me like Arthur did.
The way he says her name, stressing the last syllable. (no one else calls her Guinevere all the time.)
Sweat and steel and horse all combine for a smell that is just him. (steel reminds her of Tom's workshop; she misses him terribly every day.)
Strong hands, calloused palms from years of training with a sword. (but soft fingertips stroking her cheek.)
Nights spent listening to a pig snoring on the other side of the curtain. (unthinking selfishness means no sleep for a week.)
Pendragon-red cloak billowing with every stride. (she wonders if hers is an old discard of his, she likes to believe it is.)
Golden hair matching a golden crown. (the crown is just gilding, his natural authority is bone-deep.)
The taste of his lips upon hers, a forbidden joy. (but how she wishes it could be different.)