(Loosely?) Based on the scene from episode 13, 'Le Morte D'Arthur', in which Morgana foresees Arthur's death. Behold my first, and fail, Gwen/Morgana drabble. yay.
Merlin and it's associated characters do not belong to me~
Morgana's breathy moans pierced the deafening silence as Gwen polished the floor deftly, a chore she was so used to performing she could do it in her sleep.
"Morgana?"
Whispering softly, the maidservant paused a moment, her ears straining to catch another sound.
"Merlin...no..."
Dropping the sopping rag, Gwen crept to her lady's chambers, worry lacing itself around her. Screams rang out as she crossed the threshold, startling her, as Morgana lurched from her sleep, her breath coming in ragged pants as she sobbed.
"Morgana!"
Gwen ran to the young woman's side, reaching out to stop her frantic movements, tongue whispering words of comfort.
"It's me, Gwen. Wake up, Morgana, it's just a dream, wake up!"
Morgana's choked screams continue, her eyes wild with fear, and Gwen feels she has no choice. Gentle hands stroking her lady's face, patient features creases with worry, the maidservant bends low, brushing her lips on Morgana's in a light, chaste kiss. The comfortable familiarity of the girl's mouth, her scent wrapping Morgana in a warm embrace, pulls her out of her panic.
"Oh Gwen...he's dead. They're all dead..."
The young ward's eyes swim with tears as Gwen kisses her again, softly, sitting beside her on the bed and pulling her into a tight embrace.
"It's alright, my lady, it was just a dream."
And there, in her dearest friend's arms, Morgana felt far safer than she had in a long, long while.
Crap ending is crap. Oh well.
