amarie_authielTitle:Dr. Candyman and Father Christmas part 5.
Rating: G
Pairing/s:
Character/s: Morgana, Lance; OCs
Summary: Having heard Arthur ramble about the cute doctor, Morgana decides he should take a bigger part in the Christmas gifts for the childrens ward charity. This is Morgana's chapter.
Warnings: Hospital and sick kids and dramatic teenagers.
Word Count: ~640
Prompt: #190 Obvious
Author's Notes: Hope this all makes sense, I am writing past midnight again...
Inspired by a prompt at merlin_writers by
krista_maeFollow up to:
Candyman, candyman
Dr.Candyman and Father Christmas Part 1
Dr.Candyman and Father Christmas Part 2
Dr.Candyman and Father Christmas Part 3
Dr.Candyman and Father Christmas Part 4
“I used to have long hair like you, but now, obviously, I don't.”
The girl rolled her eyes at herself and shrugged. Melissa was her name. 14 years old. Capricorn. Cancer.
Lashonda laughed, barely glancing up from her rather impressive makeup bag.
"I used to spend hours doing my hair to get that long sleek look rather than the wild afro thing, you know. But do I spend less time in the bathroom now?"
15. Virgo. Cancer.
The question was sounding rather rhetorical. Morgana smiled knowingly as Lashonda glanced over at Melissa and they both said «Uh-uh!» at the same time and laughed. Girls will be girls!
“Alright, see here now. Do light, thin lines and you get a very natural result.”
Melissa eagerly reached for the mirror to check out Morgana's handywork. Lashonda leans in. “Oh wow, girl! It looks so real!”
There's a bark of laughter, both girls glares as only two agry teenage girls can glare at an offending boy, or worse, a brother. Lashonda's brother, August.
14. Taurus. Annoying.
“You got one eye-brow, Lizza! It's a one sided unibrow!” August is laughing, slapping his thigh and making quite the number of it. Morgana could have sworn she was 15 herself just a little while ago, but watching them reminds her how it truly was and she has indeed changed a bit since them. Oh, the endless amount of righteous anger a brother can create.
“Well we're obviously going to make the other one too, August! There's no need to be rude!”
Morgana tries not to laugh. She really, really tries. It's just so familiar.
There's a gentle tap on the door, drawing their attention. It's Lance, meaning it's time to get moving.
Morgana quickly looks at the brown package currently resting on the table. The one Lance had given to Merlin and Merlin given to her, saying it would change her life. That package was her last task and then it would all be over.
The girls forget about August and gasps.
“You're going? Oh, but you've only been here an hour!”
“I'm sorry, ladies, ms Pendragon has to go now.”
Lance looked suitably sad as he galantly took the blame for Morgana leaving.
“I am sorry, Melissa. You will have to do the other brow yourself.”
The two girls looked really sad.
“We'll fix it and, we'll do everything like you said and, we can... we can maybe post on your blog or something and say if we get the hang of it!”
“Yeah! It's been so cool to have you here, you are even cooler in person that you are in your blog, this has been the best day! Thank you thank you thank you!”
Morgana is a bit dazed as the long goodbyes and praise of her and her fashion blog echos in her head. Even August's moans about them only talking about make up and fahion and celebs stayed on her mind. It was rather trivial subjects. But it was fun, trivial could be just the ting you need at times. Right?
“Do you need a moment?”
She is pulled from her thoughts, nearly forgetting Lance was there. He gestures towards a set of chairs by a wall.
Normally she would have brushed it aside with a laugh or a snear. Morgana “LeFey” Pendragon did not need a moment! But today is not a normal day, so she nods and sits down. The package rests on her lap. Lance asks if she would like a coffee or some tea and she bursts into tears. Huge, sobbing, snotproducing tears. It's not fair. Why can't life just be fair?!
Lance says nothing, he hands her paper handkerchiefs and gives her space. A while later, he holds the package while she washes her face and freshen up. There's no need to rush. The ones she is visiting next won't even know she's there.
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