I Am Legal || Merlin

six

third person - morgana + gwen

It was the day after Morgana spoke with Merlin and his words were replaying in Morgana's head over and over and over again.

"That's okay."

"You're not doing anything to Uther by liking Gwen... if you like Gwen you shouldn't feel ashamed of that."

Morgana appreciated what Merlin said. She really, truly did, but she still felt wrong. The shame she felt for betraying Uther was burning at her eyes. Tears welled up and threatened to fall.

But they didn't.

Morgana was tired of crying. She was tired of avoiding Gwen. She was just so tired.

So, she made a plan.

She was going to talk with Gwen. She was going to explain her situation, her side and maybe Gwen would forgive her. Cause that's all she really wanted, generally speaking.

She wanted Gwen to be her friend again. Even if they were nothing more. Even if they couldn't be anything more.

Morgana fiddled her thumbs, heart pounding. Gwen would be here any second. They would have to talk any second.

Calm down, Morgana told herself. This was not the time to freak out.

Sure enough, a knock sounded on Morgana's chamber door a few seconds later. She called out a gentle "come in," standing to greet Gwen.

"Milady," Gwen said with a small curtsy. Morgana shook her head and mumbled out soft noes.

"You don't have to address me like that, Gwen." Morgana felt tears well up again. Her friendship with Gwen was ruined.

"Of course, Morgana." Gwen shuffled her feet a little bit, eyes surveying the room and never landing on Morgana. Morgana almost giggled fondly at Gwen's awkward nature but decided it wasn't best.

"Let's sit," she said as she took her seat on the bed. Gwen followed suit.

The two ladies sat in silence. It was tense but there was a sliver of love, respect, and admiration in the atmosphere. Morgan knew she could never fully be uncomfortable around Gwen.

"Are you alright?" Gwen asked. Morgana was taken aback by the question. She titled her head slightly, hair drifting across her shoulders.

"I am. Why do you ask?"

"It's just- you ran out when we," she took a deep breath, "kissed. We don't have to really talk about it if you don't want to."

"I want to," Morgana rushed out. She reached out and grabbed Gwen's hands. When she noticed, a dark blush spread across her pale cheeks. Gwen just chuckled fondly and squeezed.

"There's nothing wrong with us. With you." Gwen was back to being serious. Her curly hair was pulled back and her pale purple dress complimenting her dark skin. She was just so beautiful.

"You're perfect," Morgana breathed out. "But Uther-."

"He doesn't control you." Morgana's lip trembled as tears blocked her vision. Gwen's sweet frame was soon blurred but her voice was as clear as ever. "You are your own person. You get to be whoever you want."

"I want," Morgan sniffed, her tears finally falling, "to be with you." She wanted to scream. She was so so tired of crying. Of feeling the clench in her chest and the shaking of her hands.

She was so tired.

"You can be. We just have to be brave," Gwen squeezed Morgana's hands tighter, tears glassing up her eyes.