Prompt: 9. Tears
Morning is creeping closer, inch by inch, while she's still staggering around in one of her real-life nightmares. She's not some kind of glass girl, no, but the things she sees make her scream, and sometimes, when even her awakening breaks off into pitch-black shadows, she doesn't dare to cry herself to sleep again. Those pictures will kill her one day, see, it's her coming-soon death she dreams of every night.
And when she wakes with the taste of what will be her demise still sticking to the roof of her mouth, she can't help herself but to feel for him next to her on the fear soaked mattress.
“Merlin?” she asks and even through her tears he's all creamy skin and guileless blue eyes. Though when he kisses her, azure fades into thunder while outside the sky, washed-out and pregnant with rain, turns into something dark and twisted again.
(He tastes just like her dreams and Arthur and she doesn't know what's worse in the end.)