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21 January 2010 @ 03:20 am
Fic: ‘A trick of confidence.’  
Title: A trick of confidence.
Fandom: Merlin (BBC).
Rating: (G)
Time Period: During episode 13, season 1 (Le Morte d’Arthur): Arthur’s about to depart to kill the beast.
Summary: What is felt cannot be shown.

Author's Note: This is quick ‘n’ dirty (for definition see the F. A. Q. or check this post for the definition).

This has been in the back of my mind for a while; it just finally got written. I can’t promise this is anything like the characters from the show. I also can’t promise that this is anything like that particular scene from the episode – I had not idea what I was writing until it was written.

Disclaimer
All characters contained herein are the intellectual property of Julian Murphy and Johnny Caps; I am not affiliated with nor endorsed by them.


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On the steps leading from palace to courtyard, her feet flew on the cold stone; Gwen was nowhere to be seen. “Arthur!”

He turned at the sound of his name, impassively watching and wondering if the stone was cold upon her feet; surely she must feel it. His blue gaze remained steadfast.

“Don’t go!” She was at the bottom now, her fingers clutching his arm and not seeing the armour. She peered in his eyes, searching for any hint of the warmth only she could see. Her raven hair settled about her face, making her seem the more pale against its colour. “Please,” she begged; no one else heard except, perhaps, Merlin who was annoyingly close by.

He was aware of the eyes upon them, knew Merlin was going to take her arm and lead her away. “What is it Morgana?”

“A dream …”

It was time to cut her off. “Morgana,” he spoke with the confidence that everyone knew him to possess but she would know it was hollow; he’d confessed its truth to her long ago, “I cannot stop this.” I have to go. “It is simply –”

“A dream, your Highness.” Merlin had taken her arm and was leading her away. She fought, struggling against his servant, and two men stepped alongside Merlin. “I will see her safely to her rooms and ask Gaius for a draught to calm her nerves.”

“Arthur!”

He turned, unable to bear the desperate ragged screams of his name behind him although it would appear otherwise to his men. His father would know of this, he had no doubt, and pay a visit as soon as Morgana was drugged to sleep so he had to appear unaffected. His cloak flowed behind him, snapped into action by an unseen wind; a trick he had long ago learned how to perfect in order to make himself appear more confident to his men.

Merlin appeared beside him; there was a slight nod from his servant. Morgana would soon be lulled to sleep by one of the court physician’s draughts. Good. The rest would be …

He couldn’t think of it now when there was a beast to kill. He couldn’t allow his mind to wander. He couldn’t …

“She will be fine, Arthur.” A murmur by his ear from a too-familiar voice.

His shoulders relaxed only when they were mounted.
 
 
 
Armchair DM: Igor & Carson: Waitingarmchairdm on January 22nd, 2010 09:32 am (UTC)
Wow. This is.. you've captured the characters beautifully.
F. J.: Lantern & Candles: Warmmorethanacandle on January 22nd, 2010 10:45 am (UTC)
Was there anything in particular that stood out in the portrayal of the characters?
Armchair DM: Igor & Carson: Waitingarmchairdm on January 22nd, 2010 11:45 am (UTC)
I'm not sure how to put it into words; but Morgana's reaction seemed very... true.
F. J.: Lantern & Candles: Warmmorethanacandle on January 22nd, 2010 12:21 pm (UTC)
Thank you; I wasn't certain of this at all.