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

Guinevere just ran, her tiny feet moving of their own accord through the garden. She had hoped it would be a joyous day, her thoughts pleasant as it had started and the sun's warm rays had kissed her flesh. But now...now her blood was on fire, like acid as it burned her veins, threatening to scorch her until she was rendered to ash, a lifeless pool of blood and tears that no one cared for, that no one would ever remember. The scent of flowers hung heavily in the warm air and made her think of a funeral boat, how the pagans set it ablaze as it went adrift and carried the soul to elsewhere. Tears streamed down her face, her body shaking as her legs continued to move. Guinevere had no idea where she was heading, but she wasn't ready to go home. Not yet. She couldn't face anyone back at the castle. No. Running through the maze of flowers, she continued on until she found a dark corner, her breaths coming heavy and short as her heart pounded hard beneath her breast. Gasping and sputtering, she collapsed to her knees, her face buried in her hands as she let go of all her emotions, her cries echoing throughout the rows of hedges and flowers. Looking up into the sky with a tear-stained face, she wondered how it was she came to be where she was. Knowing she wouldn't get any answers in Camelot, not ever, she looked at her lap with watery blue eyes and just sobbed. Meanwhile, in Merlin's Tower, Morgan finished drinking the contents of the cup, her dark eyes fluttering closed as she let the warmth of the liquid work its way throughout her body. She wasn't entirely sure what she'd just done, but she trusted in the wizard. The seer had guided her thus far and he was the key to greatness. With him, she'd be able to achieve anything. And would! Morgan took a deep breath just then, her dark eyes focusing on Merlin. Slowly, she exhaled, her hands moving over her body to smooth out her clothes. The material felt...different...somehowmore lush, more...everything. A tiny smile tugged at the corners of her lips and she turned to look at the wizard. She gave him a nod. She could feel the power surging deep inside her, a confidence, a deep seated need. Yes, she was ready for this and would succeed at this assignment. Merlin's voice was getting more urgent as he encouraged her, supporting her efforts before she'd even begun. Oh, what a mentor he truly was! Morgan smirked and walked toward the heavy wooden door. Slowly, carefully, she pushed it open, her head peeking out causing fiery tresses to spill along bared, paled shoulders. Beloved brother, Morgan stated, carefully exiting Merlin's room and closing the door behind herself. Merlin is tired, I do apologize, she continued, her cheeks reddening. I've kept the man busy. He's been teaching me so much. He truly is wise. She gave Arthur a smile, her hand reaching out to touch his arm. She swallowed then, her head tilting as her expression softened. Bringing up her other hand to touch his face, she asked, What's troubling you? I can tell something is wrong. Please, let me help you. She moved closer, her body almost brushing his, but not quite. It's the least I can do for you. Please, brother, she begged. Let me do this for you. I don't like seeing you this way. Gently she rubbed a finger against the tears she saw starting to fall from his eyes, her other hand slowly moving up his arm, a show of tender affection.