Character/s: Merlin, Morgana, Arthur
Summary: Merlin shares the truth with Morgana.
Word Count: 652
Prompt: #274, Sleep
Author's Notes: Continued from last week.
Merlin looked up at Morgana from his prone position. “Can you help me sit up?”
“You sure you don’t want to sleep anymore?” she replied. But she slid an arm around his back and pushed upward and with her other hand, she pulled.
Soon Merlin was sitting up, his face a hair’s breadth from Morgana’s. “Um, hi.” He flushed and moved back a little.
“Hello.” Morgana giggled. “So, we’re soulmates then.”
“Yeah. I mean, I’ve liked you for quite a long time, and I guess it just slowly changed without me really knowing.”
“It’s pretty much the same for me. I mean, you’re everything I admire in a man—kind, selfless, brave, loyal . . .” She blushed. “. . . and uniquely handsome.”
Merlin flushed too. “I, uh, thanks.”
“You’re really not good at this, are you?”
“Well, there weren’t many girls in Ealdor, and here, I hardly have the time to talk to any, so yeah.”
Morgana smiled. “So you’d like to continue our relationship, see where it leads?”
“Um, yeah. I mean, if you do.”
“Definitely.” She reached forward to take his hand again.
“So how do we do this without getting caught? By the King, I mean. Obviously Arthur and Gaius already know.”
“Well, you could continue to bring me my sleeping draughts. Everyone’s used to you doing that. Then we can sit and, um, talk for a while, get to know each other better.”
“That sounds pretty nice. I guess it could work.” He thought for a moment. “Do you think Arthur and Gwen could help us?”
“Well they, um, could be a distraction, run interference for us if we need it. Like Arthur’s doing now.”
“That’s a good idea. Do you think they’d be willing?”
Merlin thought of how they looked at each other now. “Yeah, I think they would.”
“Great! We can talk to them later.”
Merlin sobered. If he and Morgana were going to grow closer, there was one thing she really needed to know about him. And this admission wasn’t going to be easy, since he’d already denied this knowledge to her. He just hoped she wouldn’t be so angry that she’d pull away permanently.
“Um, Morgana? There’s something I need to tell you. And it’s going to upset you, so I hope you won’t be angry for too long.”
“What is it, Merlin?”
“Well, I have magic.”
“You have magic? Really? You?”
Merlin sighed. “Watch. Blostma.” A red rose materialized in his hand. “For you,” he said, holding it out to her.
Morgana didn’t move. She stared at his hand where the flower had appeared. “You—you do have magic.” A shadow passed over her face. “And you didn’t tell me! I came to you for help and you denied it to me! How could you?” She turned away.
“Why, Merlin, why didn’t you tell me instead of sending me to the druids? You could have been helping me this whole time.”
He reached out for her hand and took it. She flinched, but didn’t move her hand. He sighed heavily. “I was warned not to tell you, so many times. But that was wrong—I should have told you then. I’m so sorry.”
She laid her hand on his face. “I understand. I may not like it, but I understand. Thank you for telling me.”
“Now I can help you. I’ll teach you how to control your magic. You won’t need to be afraid of it anymore.”
“Thank you, Merlin. I have hope for the future now.” She leaned forward to press their lips together.
That’s when the door to Gaius’s chambers opened. Merlin and Morgana jumped apart, but Arthur had already seen. “Ew! Please don’t do that around me,” he said.
Merlin and Morgana laughed. They knew there was no way they’d obey that order. Their future was looking bright, and they’d get through it together.