Title: A Wholeness of Life, Part 1
Characters: Morgana, Gwen
Summary: The girls decide on some retail therapy after a hard day in class.
Word Count: 778
Prompt: 372, Bingo - shopping
Author's Notes: I wrote the whole story in one long document and tried to break it up in parts where it seemed appropriate for the prompts. I hope it works.
“Love is, in fact, an intensification of life, a completeness, a fullness, a wholeness of life.”
– Thomas Merton
Life as Morgana Pendragon’s best friend was never dull. She was rich enough that she never had to work a day in her life if she so chose. She certainly didn’t have to go to university and study. For some reason, though, Morgana had decided that she was going to do just that. The simplest word to describe her could be ‘contrary’, Gwen supposed. Tell her not to do something, and she went and did it. Tell her she wasn’t capable of doing something (especially if it was because she was female) and she surpassed all expectations brilliantly.
Today had been a particularly grueling one for both of them. Morgana had dragged Gwen into a course on Land Economy and Sustainability for one of their electives. Why she had chosen that one, Gwen didn’t know. It might have had something to do with her brother Arthur being a complete arse about her choice of Law as a major. He had said something about it not being a science, therefore not that important.
The next semester Morgana had badgered Gwen into taking the Land Economy course with her under the pretext that it would help with their future plans to open a law firm together where they could help people in need. She was pretty sure she saw a tiny smirk on Arthur’s face when he saw the glare that their father gave Morgana for mentioning helping people. He’d had years of figuring out how to manipulate his sister, after all.
The exam they’d just taken was their mid-term and the two were both passing the class with high marks. It had turned out to be a rather fascinating class. “I wonder if we should just concentrate on this for our firm. We’re both enjoying it.”
Morgana frowned. “I know, but we were so sure we wanted to help with family law.” She hefted the bag with her books and tablet onto her shoulder.
“Maybe we can do both? I’m really liking this course. You’re acing it just because you refuse to do otherwise. You really enjoy family law. If we find someone else who enjoys civil or criminal law, we can probably combine all three into a more rounded practice and have a bigger pool of clients.” Gwen’s own bag fairly screamed at her from the weight of the books inside.
“That’s not a bad idea. I mean, there is Mithian. Or maybe Percy.”
Gwen grinned. “An all female law firm would be fun. But Percy would be really good with criminal law. His sheer size would get the clients to be polite before they realized he’s a friggin’ marshmallow around women and kids.”
Morgana chuckled. “Yeah. He’d definitely intimidate.” She shook her head. “You know what, I don’t really want to think about this right now. My brain is mush. Let’s go shopping. A little retail therapy to clear the cobwebs.”
Gwen agreed hastily. She could do with a break from school right now. The two dropped off their bags at their flat just off-campus, and grabbed their purses. The high street was close enough to their flat that they could just walk. As it was a rare, pleasant day, they decided to do just that.
The two women stopped at their favorite food vendors as they strolled the high street pointing out pretty things; Morgana chomping down on a messy pulled pork sandwich, while Gwen enjoyed her fish and chips. The bookshop called to Gwen, but she knew Morgana wanted to hit the stationer further up the road. They did this often enough that they had a system down so neither got short-changed.
First, they’d get food that they shouldn’t be eating if they were being health-conscious. Then they walked to the end to the street where the stationer was and Morgana would spend time in raptures over the journals and organizers before she’d buy one thing. Just one. ‘If I let myself buy everything I want, there’d be no room for me in the flat, let alone you and your belongings.’, she’d once told Gwen. They would then start back down the street until they reached the bookstore that Gwen loved so much. Gwen would have her own rapturous time in the store and buy her one book. Then the two would go back home and read or study. On wild nights they’d invite their friends over for some television or a game night.
Truly, they led an adventurous life as university students, Gwen thought ironically. And she wouldn’t have it any other way.