A Noble Heart
blessthepiercedveil:

livingonskinnyland:

Yep. I know it’s a lot of notes to ask for, and a really short amount of time, and I probably won’t get even one but, I’m doing this because a friend told me to. I was going to kill myself tonight. I had no one to talk to, no one to vent to. They wouldn’t understand. I’m going through a lot, and it won’t seem to stop. Ever. It pains me to breathe, even. But I’m giving it one shot, knowing it won’t work, just because my friend asked me to. So no, I’m not seeking attention, I simply made a promise to a friend. If it was for me I’d be dead already. The 7th was an important date for me, and therefore that’s the day I’m choosing.

EVERYONE REBLOG THE SHIT OUT OF THIS. EVERY DAY.

blessthepiercedveil:

livingonskinnyland:

Yep. I know it’s a lot of notes to ask for, and a really short amount of time, and I probably won’t get even one but, I’m doing this because a friend told me to. I was going to kill myself tonight. I had no one to talk to, no one to vent to. They wouldn’t understand. I’m going through a lot, and it won’t seem to stop. Ever. It pains me to breathe, even. But I’m giving it one shot, knowing it won’t work, just because my friend asked me to. So no, I’m not seeking attention, I simply made a promise to a friend. If it was for me I’d be dead already. The 7th was an important date for me, and therefore that’s the day I’m choosing.

EVERYONE REBLOG THE SHIT OUT OF THIS. EVERY DAY.

smiiletobehappy:

merlin caps sur We Heart It. http://weheartit.com/entry/48927866/via/Snowlaughter

kitten!Gwaine : what do you mean the food is not for me?

Lost But Not Alone: Gwaine & Morgana (thats-sir-gwaine-to-you)

mrsmerlin:

thats-sir-gwaine-to-you:

mrsmerlin:

thats-sir-gwaine-to-you:

His frown only grew heavier. He crossed the room to Morgana’s position and gently placed one strong, calloused hand on on of her delicate ones, stilling them. “In what way do you mean? When you say she wants you… ” Gwaine had an idea of what she meant, but thought it best not to jump to conclusions.

He watched her statuesque form carefully, wary almost. “You’re allowed to be; this is quite the situation, after all.” He pulled his hand back, not wanting to upset her with improper behaviour— it was difficult to behave responsibly for prolonged periods of time without his mood deteriorating for a considerable amount of time afterwards; the others would notice, but lighthearted behaviour was a little out of place here and now.

That didn’t stop the King’s Ward. He chuckled at the somewhat morbid humour. “Ah, but who are we convincing? Some people are more perceptive than others.” Meaning ‘the guards are idiots and Arthur’s a clotpole’.

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Morgana remained quite distraught, watching out the window as if some invisible hunter was standing there with a bow and arrow aimed towards her heart and if she dared move a single inch they would have fired and struck her dead. Only when she felt his hand did she seem to snap out of her trance like stare. Peering downward, towards the cobblestone and hay riddled streets, the Ward let herself take in a breath, her voice rising in volume. “She means to overthrow Camelot- for me.. To make me Queen..” she felt ashamed as the words rolled from her tongue, leaving a vile taste that never should have been there in the first place.

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The words he spoke to her stung, like a bee pricking her with acid- aiming to kill. Despite how genuine she knew his words were, Morgana couldn’t help feeling completely shattered. It was her own doing that she was this way and again his hand movements were the only thing that seemed to pull her back into reality. Her flesh radiated with heat before it faded, his hand no longer providing it’s comfort and warmth that it required. Tugging it back to her front, she tucked both her ice tipped hands into the sleeves of her dress, leaving the silence long and quite awkward.

“I don’t know who I am trying to convince.. Myself? Uther? Arthur? The whole of Camelot? I can assure you that you will be the first to know when I have figured such a thing out,” she gave a brief pause before turning her her gaze back to him, watching in some sort of silent amazement that he was being so … so … She couldn’t even think of a proper word to fit.

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… Huh. Not what he’d expected. “That seems rather sweet, to me,” he admitted, “in an extreme, regicidal-uprising sort of way.” He probably shouldn’t say it but… “I think you’d make a rather lovely queen, given the chance. But, ” he leaned into breathe in her ear as though divulging some great secret, “I’ve seen kings’ desks, the paperwork’s an absolute bore. I wouldn’t want the job!” And wasn’t that the truth, plain and simple.

He felt a little bad as he watched her intense discomfort, as she drew in on herself, but he wasn’t quite sure what to do about it. Despite the situation, he couldn’t help admiring her beauty; long, dark curls like curtains of night around that porcelain face, startlingly blue eyes that pierced straight through whoever she lay them on. And then they were on him, filled with something akin to wonderment and he wasn’t sure how to respond because no one ever looked at him like that, except Merlin once, briefly.

He didn’t quite know what he’d done to warrant it, and his own awkward confusion must have shown. He smiled in a slightly bewildered manner, but was barely able to manage that; it was still such a stange thing to him, that he could have any positive effect on someone’s thoughts or wellbeing, despite his newfound friends here in Camelot. He was still surprised and moved by their kindness towards him— a key reason as to why he hadn’t felt the need to leave for any extended time. He wanted to break the silence, and dilute that intense expression that made him feel so… so… but he didn’t have the words.

Though she listened, she didn’t quite look that way. Morgana was always distracted, watching her own back in that sort of way. She wasn’t fond of most people in Camelot- not even Arthur- not fully anyway. “Well, I thank you for saying that. I’ll hold it in high regard always.” she gave him a nod, trying her hardest to seem like she was honestly pleased with the compliment, but she was never sure. “Kings, darling, are what keep us all in check- aside from the paperwork.” a slight chuckle wafted from between her lips which then curled into a sweet smile.

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“But however much work there must be, I can assume that it would be completely worth it.” she broke their strange silence, finally drawing her gaze away to let her blues skim over the the whole of her room. The heavily built cabinets with their floral engravings and the lush red drapery over the windows and the bed she’d been lying on earlier. “but I’m sure that Uther could tell you something entirely different.” speaking of the bed.. She briskly moved past him, making her way to it so that she could lay down. Her head was throbbing painfully and she felt she needed just a teeny bit of rest.

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Luckily for the knight, Morgana simply turned onto her side against the plush pillows and bedding, knees pulled up closer to her chest then her heavy blankets. Her dark curls sprawled out over the golden trimmed fabrics, illuminating them brightly in the sunshine. She was silent again after that, just laying there watching him with her enticing gaze- she was hardly able to read him so it was difficult to tell what on earth he was thinking or feeling.

Gwaine was certainly no stranger to watching one’s back. Though he had to admit, he’d been getting complacent here. The others wouldn’t call it that, they’d just say he felt safe but the belief in something like that was more dangerous than anything. Nothing wrong with a healthy dose of paranoia, in his opinion, but although it was foolish it also felt… nice.

"I’d like to see any king keep me in check. Many have tried, but never succeeded… not for long. I might be more compliant for a Queen." He smirked. "But still liable to burn the paperwork." Also, her use of ‘darling’ in reference to him was a very pleasant thing to hear indeed! He snorts as she makes her way to the bed though. "I doubt Uther will ever tell me anything beyond what he does already." Nothing particularly flattering, even if never spoken directly to him; if anything that was worse.

For a moment, he was worried she’d start going about her evening routine with him standing right there. She didn’t of course, and he should have known better, but it was late and he wasn’t thinking straight. His mind was whirring over everything he’d learned here whilst still trying to gauge the woman before him. It wasn’t really working, but he was more perceptive of her than she was of him, even if he was unaware. She seemed a little lost, to him, a little helpless, a little vulnerable and confused depsite all her power and her great plans. Which was only to be expected, she was a single human being in a very dangerous position; King’s Ward and sorceress, with pressure from said King to do as she was bid, and pressure from her sister to take what could be hers. What a dilemma. There wasn’t much he could really do yet, as far as he could see, but keep her secret. And he would; no one could fault him for that. He always kept a worthy secret. Maybe that would be enough. Maybe she just needed to know she wasn’t alone.

Lost But Not Alone: Gwaine & Morgana (thats-sir-gwaine-to-you)

mrsmerlin:

thats-sir-gwaine-to-you:

His frown only grew heavier. He crossed the room to Morgana’s position and gently placed one strong, calloused hand on on of her delicate ones, stilling them. “In what way do you mean? When you say she wants you… ” Gwaine had an idea of what she meant, but thought it best not to jump to conclusions.

He watched her statuesque form carefully, wary almost. “You’re allowed to be; this is quite the situation, after all.” He pulled his hand back, not wanting to upset her with improper behaviour— it was difficult to behave responsibly for prolonged periods of time without his mood deteriorating for a considerable amount of time afterwards; the others would notice, but lighthearted behaviour was a little out of place here and now.

That didn’t stop the King’s Ward. He chuckled at the somewhat morbid humour. “Ah, but who are we convincing? Some people are more perceptive than others.” Meaning ‘the guards are idiots and Arthur’s a clotpole’.

image

Morgana remained quite distraught, watching out the window as if some invisible hunter was standing there with a bow and arrow aimed towards her heart and if she dared move a single inch they would have fired and struck her dead. Only when she felt his hand did she seem to snap out of her trance like stare. Peering downward, towards the cobblestone and hay riddled streets, the Ward let herself take in a breath, her voice rising in volume. “She means to overthrow Camelot- for me.. To make me Queen..” she felt ashamed as the words rolled from her tongue, leaving a vile taste that never should have been there in the first place.

image

The words he spoke to her stung, like a bee pricking her with acid- aiming to kill. Despite how genuine she knew his words were, Morgana couldn’t help feeling completely shattered. It was her own doing that she was this way and again his hand movements were the only thing that seemed to pull her back into reality. Her flesh radiated with heat before it faded, his hand no longer providing it’s comfort and warmth that it required. Tugging it back to her front, she tucked both her ice tipped hands into the sleeves of her dress, leaving the silence long and quite awkward.

“I don’t know who I am trying to convince.. Myself? Uther? Arthur? The whole of Camelot? I can assure you that you will be the first to know when I have figured such a thing out,” she gave a brief pause before turning her her gaze back to him, watching in some sort of silent amazement that he was being so … so … She couldn’t even think of a proper word to fit.

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… Huh. Not what he’d expected. “That seems rather sweet, to me,” he admitted, “in an extreme, regicidal-uprising sort of way.” He probably shouldn’t say it but… “I think you’d make a rather lovely queen, given the chance. But, ” he leaned into breathe in her ear as though divulging some great secret, “I’ve seen kings’ desks, the paperwork’s an absolute bore. I wouldn’t want the job!” And wasn’t that the truth, plain and simple.

He felt a little bad as he watched her intense discomfort, as she drew in on herself, but he wasn’t quite sure what to do about it. Despite the situation, he couldn’t help admiring her beauty; long, dark curls like curtains of night around that porcelain face, startlingly blue eyes that pierced straight through whoever she lay them on. And then they were on him, filled with something akin to wonderment and he wasn’t sure how to respond because no one ever looked at him like that, except Merlin once, briefly.

He didn’t quite know what he’d done to warrant it, and his own awkward confusion must have shown. He smiled in a slightly bewildered manner, but was barely able to manage that; it was still such a stange thing to him, that he could have any positive effect on someone’s thoughts or wellbeing, despite his newfound friends here in Camelot. He was still surprised and moved by their kindness towards him— a key reason as to why he hadn’t felt the need to leave for any extended time. He wanted to break the silence, and dilute that intense expression that made him feel so… so… but he didn’t have the words.

Gwaine/Elena Fic Rec
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merlinheadcanon:

Before Merlin entered the Crystal Cave, he was debating whether or not he should tell Gwaine about his magic.It was a very difficult decision, but in the end, he decided against it. After hearing the news of Gwaine’s death, Merlin regretted not telling him for a very long time.

merlinheadcanon:

Before Merlin entered the Crystal Cave, he was debating whether or not he should tell Gwaine about his magic.It was a very difficult decision, but in the end, he decided against it. After hearing the news of Gwaine’s death, Merlin regretted not telling him for a very long time.