Title: Swirls of Light and Ice
Author:
rivestra
Rating: NC17
Fandom: Merlin
Pairing: Gwen/Morgana, Morgana/Uther
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Non-con and violence. Dark.
Disclaimer: I own nothing here and make no profit. This is probably for the best, since I seem to hurt them a bit.
A/N: Slightly overgrown
comment_fic written for
restlessme's prompt of Merlin, Morgana/Uther, "I raised you". Much thanks to
ailise for the lightening-quick beta.
Gwen flies through the air. She hits the wall hard, breath torn from her and head cracking heavily into the stone. She goes down, unable to steady herself as the room sways around her. A bone in her wrist gives with a wet, sickening snap as she tries to check her fall. Her head cracks again, this time into the cold stone beneath her. She tries to call out to Morgana but has no breath to spare. The candles around her flare, their light and shadows spinning out across the bed and everything just… fades away into blackness.
She's shivering. The stone floor has pulled all the warmth from her core, drawn it from her naked skin and leeched it out, her blood warmth flowing out into the icy, endless sea of the surrounding castle. Gwen licks her lips and can still taste Morgana there. She opens her eyes and shadows surge at her, heaving up and swirling away. Her stomach empties onto the cold, cold stone, the retching turning violent when she shifts onto her shattered wrist.
( Read on... )
Author:
Rating: NC17
Fandom: Merlin
Pairing: Gwen/Morgana, Morgana/Uther
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Non-con and violence. Dark.
Disclaimer: I own nothing here and make no profit. This is probably for the best, since I seem to hurt them a bit.
A/N: Slightly overgrown
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Swirls of Light and IceGwen flies through the air. She hits the wall hard, breath torn from her and head cracking heavily into the stone. She goes down, unable to steady herself as the room sways around her. A bone in her wrist gives with a wet, sickening snap as she tries to check her fall. Her head cracks again, this time into the cold stone beneath her. She tries to call out to Morgana but has no breath to spare. The candles around her flare, their light and shadows spinning out across the bed and everything just… fades away into blackness.
She's shivering. The stone floor has pulled all the warmth from her core, drawn it from her naked skin and leeched it out, her blood warmth flowing out into the icy, endless sea of the surrounding castle. Gwen licks her lips and can still taste Morgana there. She opens her eyes and shadows surge at her, heaving up and swirling away. Her stomach empties onto the cold, cold stone, the retching turning violent when she shifts onto her shattered wrist.
( Read on... )