Thread: A Sinister Realm of Fables & Bloodlust (darkangel76 x Rauk)

The air was thick with the scent of flowers, a reminder that Beltane was drawing near. Guinevere knew that everyone in Camelot was preparing for the festival and the rites... those dreadful, horrible rites. Her blue eyes fluttered closed for a moment as she let the entirety of it all sink in. Arthur had no ideanoneas to why she was upset. She wondered if it was because he was too wrapped up in the joys and wonders of the season. Too wrapped up thinking of the time he'd been with his sister. Just then a tiny frown came over her lips, her eyes snapping open as she stared up at Arthur. Arthur kept prattling on about her virtue, making Guinevere more and more aware of just how different she was than Morgan. A tear slipped and suddenly made its way down her pale cheek. She wished to grumble as fear, anger and worry began to bubble up from within. In the distance, she could feel that ominous shadow of Merlin's tower blotting out the sun and giving shade. A breeze wafted past, with it came the scent of honeysuckle and lilacs. Guinevere felt a great knot forming deep in the pit of her tummy, the ache growing as the need to wretch became more and more overwhelming. As her teeth began to chatter, she felt like her lift was spiraling out of control, that she'd been chained to the walls of the dungeon and left to rot and die a terrible, meaningless death. He'd lain with his sister... probably enjoyed it... would always compare her to that woman... someone she'd never be able to live up to Just then, Guinevere's eyes widened as a boldness seemed to consume Arthur. Had she heard him correctly? Was that how things worked in Camelot? Her eyes glistened brighter, a shaky hand moving to tug on a dark curl. Surely, the man wished to get things over with, to see just how horrible she was in comparison to Morgan. Her face cheeks suddenly felt hot at the thought, embarrassed by the subject matter and a bit heart broken that she was merely a toy to be played with when the time suited. Apparently Beltane brought out the worst in people. Is that all you people here in Camelot think on, Guinevere asked, her voice shaking, so close to breaking as fresh tears streamed down her reddened cheeks. I see that this festival of yours brings out the worst in everyone. She paused a moment, her lower lip trembling. Or perhaps it is the best in your point of view? But I will forever hate this time of year and long for Midwinter! Until my dying days here in Camelot, I will never like this festival of yours! More tears streamed down her cheeks and she had all she could do not to run away sobbing. Meanwhile in Merlin's tower, the priestess took long, languid strides into the center of the room where Merlin worked. Her dark eyes soaked in everything as she exhaled deeply, slowly letting it out as she moved toward the man she found herself admiring. Something great? Morgan asked, the barest hint of a smile playing on her lips. I'd love to be of such significance, Merlin. If only there was a way I could hold such a role. She let out a tiny sigh, her smile broadening just a bit. Morgan moved closer to Merlin until she stood beside him, her arm barely brushing against his. Her dark eyes lingered for a moment upon the point of almost contact and then drifted over to where his potions bubbled and beckoned. As for Guinevere, Morgan began knowing full well that the wizard was aware of what had happened between she and the young queenthe wizard was wise, all-seeing, such a powerful man. Her thumped hard in her chest as she thought on all the things he was capable of, had learned. She could learn so much from someone like him, already was to a small degree, but oh to learn more... The girl is out of place here and the sooner she becomes aware, the better. I'm merely nudging it along. Morgan sighed softly, shifting her stance slightly causing the small distance between herself and Merlin to suddenly disappear for a moment as her arm gently collided with his. She could feel his power in that contact, her arm shifting, dropping to her side in a casual manner. She gave him a small smile. What is that you're concocting? Morgan then asked pointing at the multi-colored brew the wizard seemed most especially fixated upon.