Title: Salk Skin
Character/s: Morgana, Freya
Summary: Morgana prefers the pretty stories to the ugly truths.
Warnings: Mentions of past abuse and imprisonment.
Word Count: 246
Prompt: #104 - Salty
Author's Notes: Inspired by Salt Skin by Ellie Goulding. AU 'Verse where Morgana was the one to save Freya (something I'm working on for untold_legends). This will also fill the prompt "salt" at femslash100100.
Mods - There isn't a pairing tag for Freya/Morgana or Morgana/Other so I've left the pairing tag off.
No matter how many times Morgana soaked Freya's skin; she could never get it clean again. It was as if years of dirt had gotten under her skin and made it ruddy. Morgana didn't like to say it but she rather liked it that way. She should say it because what she meant was she loved every inch of Freya as she was. But then she knew she shouldn't like it because it would be like saying what had happened to her was alright. So she smiled weakly and kissed her instead, not saying anything.
But she saw the way Freya looked at her own hand when it stroked over Morgana’s pale, soft skin before she sighed and told her it didn't matter to her. She had a handful of rehearsed reasons and Morgana didn't have the heart not to believe them. They sounded so much better than the truths they were trying to escape from.
Her skin clung onto the dirt because she'd been born to the land. She sighed because she was made from the air. Her skin bore angry red marks because the fire wanted her. Her skin tasted of salt because she belonged to the sea.
The dirt wasn't the years she'd spent caged like an animal. She didn't sigh because she was haunted. The marks were not scars where she'd been beaten and chained. Her salt skin was not from the tears she cried when she thought Morgana couldn’t see her.