So this is the last drabble I have planned for this series. Yay! Hence why you get 2 drabbles in one day. I hope the ones with the knights satisfied those who requested them, and this drabble is for discoloredlady who requested Merlin(becuase apparently grey doesn't count;) and Mergana. Can be canon or au, depending on your stance on Mergana.
Thank you to everyone who read and reviewed and for sticking with me during this! You all rock! Be sure to check out the poll on my profile and vote on your favorite drabble, it would be greatly appreciated. Without further ado, I give you the last chapter of Storm of Colors.
Indigo
Ritualistic and addictive
Her scent is intoxicating. She stands pressed up against him in their alcove, whispering taunts into his ear.
He remembers when the words would be soothing and her smile welcoming. Oh how he longs for the days of the old Morgana, of her gentle spirit and giving nature, not this new Morgana with her predatory smirk and her selfish desires.
It is only fair that he suffers, though, after all, he created her.
So he jumps through her hoops and always ends up in her arms, in her bed. For how can he say no?
He is breaking apart, falling at the seams and there is no putting him back together again for the glue that keeps him whole is fading, disappearing from his grasp.
He hears the dragon's words in his head, kill her, kill her, kill her and Merlin knows the beast is right.
So he builds up his walls and separates the old Morgana from the witch who stands before him.
She is the only thing standing between him and his destiny and he will kill her, eventually.