Disclaimer: These characters = Awesomeness = BBC

~%~

237. Burn

A glare, a smirk, a cry, a lie. The round went on, around and around. She walked by him, turning her head slightly, a dare. He glanced, and continued. She knew he wouldn't expose her but that didn't lessen her taunting him to do so. He could feel her hatred oozing from her very presence, how did anyone miss that? It sent chills down his spine at the amount of evil compacted into one person. She was a cold, dark winter night, ready to wreak havoc on her unsuspecting victims with her biting blizzard. Her heart had turned to ice.

Merlin's own heart pumped with warmth as he watched his friends find love in each other, at a father tenderly lifting his son upon his shoulders in the market. He saw so much good in the people of Camelot, so much love. Something Morgana couldn't seem so see.

The sight of her made his face burn with anger. She used to know compassion, know goodness, but all she knew was greed. Her hatred was like a fire upon his skin, burning into him, an uncomfortable itch he couldn't scratch.

For these reasons, he was glad to be rid of her.

~%~

A/N: Review?