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[Merlin] Beauty unfolds the untold Our breathing (1 / 13)

Autore: swamywinchester
Titolo: Beauty unfolds breathing our tale untold.
Fandom: Merlin
Genere: angst, romance
Pairing: Arthur/Morgana, Arthur/OFC
Rating: VM16
Conteggio parole: 31.138
Summary: Fanfiction alternativa allo sviluppo della stagione 2 di Merlin. Si più perdere se stessi e ritrovarsi in molti modi diversi. Morgana perde la sua vita ma lei ed Arthur scoprono che ci sono alcune cose che non è mai possibile perdere o lascare andare.
Fan art realizzata da skyearth85 .

There will be times when men say they are all equal. As if it had not printed on the nobility under his clothes torn and broken promises, as if gold or love were not a curse, as if they had a prophecy that will take place - whether you like it or no.

A man can control another man, and flog his galloping horse to do it fast, but there are things that men can not change, no matter if they are kings or slaves.

There are inevitable things: the will of God - the life, death, the beating of your heart speeds up for someone who would not want to ever want, which increases the gap between two people who turn away even while immobile.

fate.

men speak their language and proclaim the truth and Decanter lies, but what will be again. What has always will be.

The sudden light reflecting off the stone walls of the long corridor leading to the east tower, and the lightning lit up for a moment 's environment to show clearly the outline of his shadow on the wall, then let it slip back into darkness as soon ran out while still echoing the echo of thunder that had accompanied him.

Arthur strinse nella mano il mantello e salì la stretta scala della torre, respirando l’aria, ancor più fredda a quell’altezza, impregnata di un odore di terra bagnata ed oli delle piante della serra del castello.

La schiena era rivolta verso di lui, ed i capelli neri ricadevano sulla spalla sinistra mentre lei rimaneva immobile a fissare fuori dalla grossa finestra, con le mani intorno alle braccia nel tentativo di trasmettere un po’ di calore.

Dietro di lei c’era una sedia, che lei usava rarely when he went into the tower.

The prince had ordered Merlin Morgana to inform that his father had requested his presence at dinner, but the boy had not been found. Arthur did not doubt the fact that Merlin was a mere chance if she could find her rooms, or even the beginning of their thoughts - something which had put it aside with a smile pulled - but this time it was obvious that he had not found it - he knew - Morgan could not be in his chambers.

Lei subiva il fascino dei temporali fin da quando era piccola, e durante i più violenti – quelli che preferiva – si recava nella torre est e rimaneva a guardare per ore lo spettacolo dei lampi che si stendevano nel cielo e dei tuoni che ruggivano nello spazio aperto come una magia che nemmeno Uther poteva proibire.

Quando era una bambina era spesso sgattaiolata fuori dalle sue stanze avvolgendosi in un lenzuolo, e lui l’aveva vista percorrere da sola il castello con la grazia silenziosa di un felino e la stoffa che seguiva il suo percorso scivolando sul pavimento freddo come un velo da sposa, per appollaiarsi sopra una vecchia sedia nella torre east, near the window, and watch the storm woo the night like a lover on fire with passion - as he had felt once defined the show, leaving for days wondering if there was someone from whom wished to be courted.

"It will not last much longer," said to make its presence known.

"The best things end soon," she replied without looking "Like being able to avoid your company, for example," said ironic turning his head to point his gaze on me, always made their living by squabbles, while the mouth is bent just in the shadow of a smile.

"My father wants to dine with him," informed her flat tone, "I think I think the fact that your mouth will be pledged to force you to chew on a limited conversation usual, that will seem strangely pleasant. Of course I'll leave you alone realizing his mistake, "he added sarcastically.

Un altro lampo illuminò la stanza e Morgana tornò a voltarsi verso la finestra, mentre il vento faceva ondeggiare il velo delle maniche del suo abito ed alzava una ciocca di capelli facendola rabbrividire.

Sentì Arthur avvicinarsi alle sue spalle, ma non si voltò, continuando a guardare il cielo grigio chiaro coperto da una patina di luce.

“Vado a cambiarmi, tra venti minuti ti aspetterò per scortarti a cena” la informò ancora.

“Non penso che sarò attacked on the way to the dining room, Arthur, "replied ironically in front of such formal care.

"Who knows," he said on his way to the door "Do not put limits on providence. I might even be lucky "

Morgana turned to be able to have the last word but he was already gone beyond the threshold, leaving her alone with the storm fading behind him. And a cloak leaning on the backrest of the chair.

biting his lip to not laugh took it and put it on his shoulders, lowered his face just groped for the smell of Arthur on the fabric without having to admit to herself that she was consciously trying to locate it.

The noise he made was imperceptible, and Arthur, still in the stone corridor, he could not distinguish it above the storm lessened its fury, but he hoped he had found his cloak and was doing what was reasonable to avoid getting sick.

This time, he had the last word - accadeva così di rado che non poteva evitarsi di assaporare il momento seppur brevemente – e sperava che lei non cercasse di rifarsi in modo infantile rifiutando di ripararsi. In quel caso lui non si sarebbe ritenuto responsabile, nè si sarebbe preoccupato della sua salute.

“Che strano…” commentò Merlino guardandosi intorno mentre Arthur sistemava a suo piacere i lacci della tunica “…non trovo il vostro mantello”

“Mi meraviglierei del contrario” replicò Arthur.

His servant ignored him to ask "Are you sure you do not have left it somewhere?"

"Do you expect that I should really take care of these affairs, "he asked with an expression of superiority" In addition to my cape, Merlin, you have also lost good manners, "he said.

"At least I'm sure I had them up to a certain point in my life," replied the boy, drawing uno sguardo del giovane principe che, nonostante l’arroganza e l’orgoglio che si adoperava di mettere in mostra, tacque.

“Assicurati che la mia armatura sia ben lucida” gli disse mentre il giovane lo seguiva fuori dalla porta delle sue stanze “Porta a spasso i cani, e pulisci i miei stivali”

“Serata eccitante…” borbottò Merlino tra sè senza preoccuparsi di tenere basso il tono.

“Non mi lamenterei” replicò il principe “E’ sicuramente migliore della mia” gli disse mentre attraversavano il lungo corridoio che divideva l’ala in cui si trovavano le sue stanze da quella in cui stavano quelle di Morgana “Dovrò ascoltare mio padre riassumere le finanze del regno e discutere di politica fino al momento non troppo lontano in cui Morgana deciderà di essere stanca di tacere come farebbe ogni donna di buon senso e si attirerà le ire di mio padre fino a farsi minacciare di essere sbattuta in cella come un comune criminale. Ed a quel punto sarò costretto ad intervenire e cercare di evitare il disastro” explained in a voice filled with annoyance in words, painting the scenery that lay ahead that evening.

"What are we doing here?" He asked his servant when he realized that they were firm.

"The politeness compels me to wait in the lounge lead to Morgana, Merlin." Summarily informed him, "I, unlike you, I can not stay silent in the company of a faithful armor," said Merlin melodramatic while trying not to roll your eyes "I am forced to stand in the presence of a noble shrew, if you had a little 'sensitivity would have mercy on me, "I scolded.

"Oh, let me just-" she stopped when the wind I look in my throat spezzarglisi "penalty" term.

Arthur looked at him taking an eyebrow bent. The comment was clearly ironic tone but full of wonder clashed with what he had said, and looked at the pulse point on which Merlin was keeping his eyes.

Morgana moved toward of them, accompanied by Gwen, walking graceful and sinuous in a red dress, dressed in elegance and pride, the vermilion of the lips accentuate the clarity of her skin, and were it not for the eyes - bright, live inflamed a magic that was in his life was more primitive - would have thought it was a statue. A perfect statue.

Being forced each time to see its beauty and wonder irritated him terribly. If Merlin to shake him to abandon that dazed expression he was not tantamount to admitting that he had the power to Morgan, he would, but had to relinquish this pleasure. Instead, he complimented smiling "What a beautiful dress," she said, shifting his eyes, refusing to watch the two girls.

"D-really" confirmed Merlin with painted faces and naked wonder Morgana smiled.

"The lavender suits you particularly, Gwen," said Arthur announced that the compliment he had advanced a different target from that Merlino and his companion had put forward, throwing a quick glance in order to seize reaction Morgan - who remained composed and seemed totally indifferent to his words.

Gwen blushed, lowering her eyes full of shame and emotion, "Thank you, sir."

Arthur thought that if it were served to irritate Morgan would find a reason to congratulate Gwen before her every day, and if not he could find one if they would be invented.

Merlin turned his eyes, refraining from shaking his head and noticed something that did not had seen "What is your cloak," he said looking at the red cloth in the hands of Gwen.

"I had I," said Morgan, ahead of the question that surely would have put the young man to his servant, "I should have it back immediately but I was cold ..." he said, and Arthur breathed more ; deeply, quietly pleased that she had used. It would have been annoying to think that he bothered at all. Although certainly not interested in what she decided to do with his health.

"I must have forgotten when we spoke before," he pointed out, trying to play down its action because she did not read ulterior motives where none were.

"I suppose so," confirmed the girl just nodded "But it is good that you it points out. Some might mistakenly think you have good manners, "he declared with a smile and gentle tone of mockery.

"Oh, I do not Of course not! "said Merlin, pressing her lips to make it immediately after the said aloud. The laughter was short but slightly Morgan echoed between the walls of the castle and Arthur's chest, while the eyes of the girl - softened humor - was headed to his servant.

"If you do not mind I would like to stop wasting time and go to dinner, otherwise we'll be late" informed her trying not to sound annoyed - as he was concerned he could smile at those who most pleases the and if he wanted to deceive the servants who had no chance or hope, was free to do so, he certainly would not have worried, though - in case she decided to advise you otherwise - it was only because it was inappropriate behavior and she was obliged as he No harm to the name of Pendragon, and certainly this did not include the mix with the servants.

"There are not enough words to express my displeasure, but I will try to hide my pain as I possibly can," he said moving his eyes back on Merlin, and finding as a servant - traitor - a fun party and well prepared to pander to its irreverence.

The moment, however, was soon broken - to the relief of Arthur - the sound of pottery that broke the ground. Their attention was immediately taken to the end of the long corridor inhabited by shadows and a few candles, and Merlin's voice sounded hesitant in saying "It must have been only a clumsy servant" because as you first thought of the good to Arthur Sometimes the fear was becoming paranoid, and had lost the habit of quickly divest any suspicion, even stupid ones that happened to trouble the servants of the palace.

"Impossible" said Arthur " You are here" he said with a wry smile, raising his arm to silently offer it to Morgan, who agreed to look good taking care greatly annoyed by such proximity .

Arthur was happy to have left behind and Gwen Merlin, Morgana alone was enough to irritate his temper and did not need to use some extra help though, had to make, Gwen was quite harmless and , probably would not be able to not wanting to be irritating.

"You want me to pay my handkerchief?" Asked to vote without looking at the girl who walked beside him.

"What for?" She asked back.

"To wipe the tears, if I could not longer bear the huge disappointment of you to accompany me to dinner, 'he said trying to sound indifferent. Sometimes he would like to be told that he was important in his life, to hear him admit that he was attracted to and who was jealous of other girls, but she did nothing but engage in verbal war with him that left him frustrated and unable to think of being attracted to someone 'else - even if this was something I could not admit to anyone - let alone to himself - not even under torture.

"I detain you, fear not," assured him "But perhaps it would be appropriate to set it aside to Uther" suggested in a conspiratorial tone, ripping out a short laugh.

When Arthur laughed - really laughed, not the laughter of ridicule or that arrogant that distributed to the masses - something moving in her stomach and she for a moment lost the thread of whatever he was saying.

"Do not say it around, but I'd like to see this scene," he admitted replying in the same tone.

"It will be our secret," he said, and vermilion lips curled and parted showing their white teeth and something that went beyond pure aesthetics. Something he could not define but which never was there, was in her, and made it what it was.

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