Every Single Word

chapter five

A/N ~ Sorta imagined Avalon's magic looking like the top (mobile) or side (laptop) picture.

Avalon laid still. Seconds ticked by and nothing happened.

Regina, who's sure she's going to have a war on her hands, walks out of the room entirely.

Another few minutes and Elyan and Percival walk out, with their faces taut and angry.

It takes Tatiana a few minutes to see it, but when she finally does, she curses.

Avalon's fingers are moving, just a bit towards Lancelot's waist every second that ticks by.

Rolling her eyes, Tatiana yells, "everyone, out! The lot of you-yes, you too Arthur. No buts or I will curse you, so help me god-she's fine!" She snaps at the intruders and ushers them out of the room with Gwaine's sword.

Once Tatiana's out, and the door is locked with her magic, she does a triumphant little dance.

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When Lancelot and Avalon are finally alone, Lancelot feels anxious. "My love? Avalon? Can you hear me?"

Avalon opens her eyes, a small decimal, trying to gauge how much light is streaming into the room. Her throat is dry and raspy when she speaks. "I'm-I'm fine, Lance."

He gives a small cry of joy before reconnecting their lips once more. She ignores the hammering of her heart in her hand as she pulls Lance onto her by pulling his shirt lapels. "I missed you," he says, laying kiss over kiss on her cheeks, eyes, mouth, and the bottom of her chin.

"Lance, I have missed you tenfold while in that dreadful abyss of fire. It was horrid," she shudders with the memory, and files it away in her mind when Lance frowns against her over-enthusiastic lips.

"What abyss of fire? Are you scarred?" He asks, searching her porcelain white skin with his eyes.

"No, no. I am unhurt physically." She says, grabbing ahold of her heart again. "It is more on the inside that hurts, Lance. I have no idea why."

"Should I call Tatiana back here to put your heart back in?"

"No thank you, my knight. I just need a cuddle. And..." she licks her lips, looking upon Lancelot's face. "I wish you to look after my heart."

Lance looks up at Avalon in anguish. "I failed to protect it the first time, princess."

"I am giving you a second chance." Avalon opens Lance's hand and places her heart in it, then wraps his fingers around it. "I trust you with my life, Lance."

He smiles at her. "You are brave,"

"Or maybe I'm just happy that you're the one who saved me. My true love," she whispers the last line, her thumb tracing the shape of his lips.

"My true love," Lance agrees, kissing her fingers.

She sighs happily, then wraps herself around him, noticing how well he's taking all of this. She kisses his cheek, smiling the entire time as Lance kisses her softly. Avalon pushes herself upward, her throat raspy as she notices just how dry her throat is. "I was gonna ask-"

Lance doesn't let her say anything, just pushes a finger to her lips and disentangles himself from Avalon's limbs; much to her despair. "What-"

He shushes her. "No more speaking until I get you a glass of water."

Avalon, defeated, sits back and watches as he pads on over to her bathroom. She turns on her side, so she's able to see him better.

When he gets back, he helps her sit up and brings the glass to her lips. "I am very glad you are alive, princess."