She had become a nightmare for no one had listened to hers.

There was no comfort to be had when a distraction might cost her very life.

So much had happened since she had met Mordred for the first time – things she could never forget.

(Please, God, have mercy – not like this, not again, not without a goodbye, not without so many things left to say…)

He had loved her once.

She wanted to believe – she wanted it to become true.

Morgana could never explain what had made her so attached to Mordred before she even knew his name.

He had always wanted more.

As the snow fell down around them, muting the colours of the world, he wondered when would his father accept the inevitable: they had lost.

Gwen's smell seems to keep the terrors away. [MorganaxGwen]

But You Always Kept Me Away

Morgana might look like an angel, that doesn't mean she's not a harpie. Still, Merlin wants her anyway. [Modern AU][PWP]

Gwaine was a big believer in drinking his problems away. And while nobody would call Gwaine a role-model, at this moment, Mordred was more than willing to go through his path.

I am no cymbal.

There was nothing in it but lies, herself forgotten and abandoned, unmissed and unfelt, cold and apart from them as they turned towards each other with love in their eyes.

The thing about being a teenager, really, is that everything feels more complicated than it actually is. Confessing is out of the equation, honesty is easier said than done, and pining is like breathing - what you truly need in order to survive. Anything and everything else is overrated - something we pretend to be truer than it is. [High School AU]

Some might hail her porcelain skin, or her raven locks, or the pale lips. Lower men might worship at her curves, the slender hips, long legs, perky breasts. Others might fear her forcefulness, the way she fights through life and wins, how she faces it all — or want it, want to tame it. You are not like them. [Dark Gaius]

Once he'd been worthy, twice a traitor, thrice damned.

It is a lie universally acknowledged that a person that is sorted into Hufflepuff must be in want of a brain. It never minds how many different inventors, politics and celebrities passed through the house: the general consensus was that Hufflepuffs? They weren't very smart. [ElenaxMithian] [Hogwarts AU]

For some men, words might be wind - but his would be worth gold.

He Knew Where His Duty Lay

It all comes back to you oh-so-quickly; because how could you forget? How could you not know? His face is still the same as if the decades, centuries between your last meeting and now have passed him by – but no.

She knew much about magic, but little about souls.

He was gray.

Resisting Gwaine's charms was a never-ending trial; fending off his constant inquiries and flattering lines a constant hardship.