He was there, above her, like she'd wanted him for so long. But it wasn't. She could see the hatred in his eyes. She didn't want him to hate her, she never really wanted that, but she wanted him so badly that she thought it would matter. But she understood now and all she could manage was "I'm sorry" over and over. When he placed his hand on her naked flesh, skin to skin, she could feel his magic seep into her and it felt like liquid sunlight and moonlight and happiness all mixed together so that it was so delicious she could barely stand it. She knew he was seeing things, but she couldn't focus on what she was showing him. Couldn't seem to care. She finally felt like she had as a child, before Igraine and Arthur and her father's madness. Before the nunnery and being Chosen.

Nothing had been right since she'd been sent away. There was a something at the convent and it had sunk deep into her skin. She couldn't get rid of it and she couldn't get clean of it, no matter how often or how hard she scrubbed in those first few weeks. But it had slowly normalized. It was a part of her, but in the pocket of contentment and clarity Merlin's magic gave her, she could see the corruption it had brought with it. Her mind was no longer her own. Her heart, she'd given that to the sorcerer crouching over her a long time ago, but her mind was given to this dark thing from the convent.

She did not want it inside her anymore. She did not want this evil, this greed and lust of power, this murderous rage. It was no organic and she wanted to be purely herself again.

Then Merlin moved his hand away and the pocket vanished. She screamed as it crashed back in on her. "No! Touch me again! Skin…please, skin! Please!" It was a rushing babble, words slipping out over one another in a stream she could barely control. But she knew he had to understand. Had to touch her again before the dark took over completely again.

Merlin narrowed his eyes at her and frowned. He slowly placed his hand on her again, her thigh this time. The pain drained from her and she could breath. "Thank you."

His voice was harsh and hoarse; it scrapped at her nerves. "What is happening to you, Morgan?"

She sighed and moved to press her foot against his calf. "Your magic…it's keeping the Dark Thing away. I…I feel like I did before I was sent to the nunnery. Like I could be happy again sometime."

His eyes narrowed further, the lashes swallowing up the hazel. "Tell me."

"I…" She took a deep breath. "I was Chosen. The Dark Thing came to live in me, but I did not want it and I would not learn to control it. The Sybil tried to force me, but I ran. I came home, to find my father with that whore. The Dark Thing flared up at the power it felt. I…I'm not sure I ever truly wanted to throne myself. But It's been in me so long…I don't really know. I…I don't know who I am, what's me and what's not. But I know that I don't want this thing in me any longer. Can you get rid of it, Merlin? Please, set me free?"

Okay, so. Before anyone flames me or anything for destroying Morgan's Character, an explanation.

Morgan doesn't really know the extent of her own personality here and I feel as though she needs to go to the opposite extreme of what she was before (especially right now) to show that that isn't her. She needs to draw that line and place herself firmly and definitively on this side of it. As we progress, she will slowly move back to where she was. Not the same, but closer.

Now, you can flame if you want. :D

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