les pendragons;

ind, selective, 𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘢 & 𝘜𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘗𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯 of BBC Merlin.  

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                                                                 SEÑOR BERLÍN                                                        indie, selective.

[licnheart-deactivated20230918]

lady morgana.

He lifted his gaze up to her face again when she admitted what she’s been doing, seemingly grateful that he hadn’t commented on it. He offered a sad smile in return, sad; yet understanding.

“It’s not my place to criticize or question you, my Lady. I only hope whatever it is that troubles you gets resolved soon,” then he hesitation for a moment, but eventually added; “and if there’s anything I could do for you … anything at all, I am at your service.”

Taking her reluctance to join him as blatant rejection like the pessimist he was; Leon immediately took a step back, not wanting her to feel like he’s taking advantage of the situation. Though thankfully she soon revealed that that was not the case, and even allowed him to stay with her until she was ready to retire to her chambers. He couldn’t tell why she’d prefer the dark woods to the comfort of her bed, but he nodded anyway.

“As you wish, but you shouldn’t stay out here in the cold for too long.” With that he turned his back to her, hand resting on the hilt of his sword, eyes on the tall trees, guarding the woman he loved his lady without invading her privacy more than he already had. The midnight air felt surprisingly refreshing against his slightly flushed face, cool wind dancing in his golden curls. Silence hung heavy between the two figures in the dark, but silence was still better than her heartbreaking sobs.

[lespendragons]

    Her opposition to Uther has never been secret, neither for the king, nor for anyone else – it’s almost funny now, knowing that the knights of Camelot would uphold the law and obey the orders at any cost, thus the kind offering of help is rendered useless. And still, her curiosity is stirred. After all those long years spent alongside Leon, she can’t but wonder.

     She shouldn’t, of course, there are questions that are not meant to be asked, or answered. It’s a risky game to play, and Morgana doesn’t know him half as well as she knows Arthur – with the prince, she knows exactly which buttons to push to make him react, to make him doubt, to make him act against his father’s orders. This, now, is a mystery yet unsolved.

     “Do you believe Uther’s right?” she asks quietly at last, when the silence becomes too overwhelming. “To execute everyone he suspects of using magic?” At this point, she isn’t entirely sure she wants to hear the answer – or even which one she expects. Maybe she should have kept silent, maybe they should have just returned to the castle. She doesn’t know who to trust anymore, or whether anyone can be trusted, and her own secret must never be revealed. 

     Morgana doesn’t turn to look at him, because what she needs is honesty untouched by the glimmer of hope in her eyes, or nothing at all. So she waits, immobile, as if frozen to her spot, with the wind alone ruffling her cloak. She waits, because there is nothing else she can do.

[licnheart-deactivated20230918]

lady morgana.

She had finally turned around to reveal herself fully, and although her smile was usually radiant enough to fill his TREACHEROUS heart with joy; this time he could see the deep sadness it failed to conceal. Emerald orbs still glistening with telltale tears, a sight that made him LONG to take her into his arms until her misery was no more … 

Foolish man. How DARE you even think of such shameful things.

“A stroll, my Lady ?” Leon repeated, dumbly so, and she could certainly tell he found it hard to believe her story and yet he was too chivalrous to say so when she was obviously distressed enough. He did not want to annoy her by prying and asking questions he had no right to ask but he was DYING to know what had upset her this much …

“Well, it’s getting late, you shouldn’t be out here on your own. Please allow me to escort you back to the castle,” he added quickly, and again; dutifully, his eyes cast downwards out of respect while offering her his arm.

[lespendragons]

   “It is awfully noble of you to pretend you didn’t notice the state of me,” she teases with a faint smile – yet there’s GRATITUDE finding its way into her words. Most people would either ask questions she doesn’t want to answer, or assume it’s their sacred duty to help a damsel in distress, which Morgana has never been. A true knight indeed. It doesn’t change the fact that she didn’t want to be caught like this, distraught and vulnerable, nor does it bring her any closer to missing home, if a place like Uther’s Camelot could ever fit the definition.

   She averts her gaze, away from his offered arm, knowing that there is not much choice. Except she has no desire to return, at least not yet. The fresh air of the woods, the sound of the wind rushing through the trees soothes her a little – losing it just to be met with the coldness of her own bed, with all the late-night wonderings and nightmares...

   But no, she doesn’t expect him to understand things that were never VOICED to begin with.

   “If you must...” Morgana says quietly, “escort me back, could we just stay here a little longer?” She’ll collect herself before she can face others again, and though company is hardly what she wanted, it can help. At least, for a while.       

[licnheart-deactivated20230918]

❝ love  is  the  D E A T H  of  duty .. ❞ ♞  closed starter for @lespendragons​

Another WHIMPER.

There was no mistaking it this time, he could no longer dismiss it as his exhausted mind playing tricks on him. It was a cold, cold night and for some reason, somebody was upset enough to sit there amongst the trees and WEEP. He’s been hearing the sound for the last few minutes, but he couldn’t quite locate the source of it in the dark.

“Who’s there ?” The captain of the royal guards finally called out, which caused the crying individual to let out a quiet GASP and make an attempt at running away, believing themselves to be spotted. That’s when Leon finally caught a glimpse of the figure in the pale moonlight; a slender body clad in dark green silks and a cascade of raven locks …

HER.

Leon felt his heart skip a beat or two as he watched the figure run deeper into the woods, then finally willed his frozen body to move to stop her. “Lady Morgana ! Please come back, it’s not safe !” He called after her while following her dutifully.

DUTIFULLY.

Because it was his DUTY to make sure she was safe and well and happy … nothing more. There could never be something more.

[lespendragons]

    She never cried, not where someone could see her, but tonight everything seems to be spinning out of control. Everything she hoped for, tried to reason for, lost, lives taken in the name of Uther’s hatred. The HELPLESSNESS is overwhelming, Morgana’s own secret heavier than ever – it’s not that she expected a change. She didn’t expect it to get worse.

     The loud voice coming from behind the trees startles her – she doesn’t want to be caught out here, seen in such a dismal state, and definitely not by one of Arthur’s good-natured knights. It always makes LYING so much harder, to the point where it almost becomes unbearable, and yet, yet lying is essential to survive here, in these troubled times, for someone like her. None of them would care if they knew the truth. 

     Still, her running is pointless, not to mention suspicious. She stops, the hood of her cloak drawn up to hide her tear-stained eyes in its shadow, and it takes a few moments before she can pull herself together and face Leon at last. 

     DAMN IT.

     “Sir Leon–” a faint smile is faked to indicate surprise – as if she mistook him for a bandit, that’s something she could go with for an explanation, albeit a shady one. “I’ll be fine. I was just... taking a stroll.” 

[lespendragons]

aquestionthatsneverbeenposed

Even with the loud creak of the heavy door, and the harsh scrape of wood on wood, over on the other side of the armory, Merlin hardly looks up from his work–a bit odd, yes, it’s far too late for a knight to come down here, but it’s far too late to even be out of bed at all, and he feels too exhausted to even lift his head right now–so Morgana’s soft voice is the last thing in the world he expects.  

“Morgana!” He nearly reaches out to smack her hand away–swords are sharp, she can’t just go and touch the blade–but he knows if he lays a hand on her, he’ll find himself in the dungeons before he can blink. And Morgana’s lived her whole life around swords, of course she knows the blade will be sharp, she’s not going to hurt herself. “I-I’m sorry,” he drops his head to rub at his tired eyes, “I didn’t know it was you.” He lets his hand fall back to his side and glances up at her. “But you don’t want to do this, trust me.” He pulls a little face. “It’s dead boring, really.”

    “I can wield a sword well enough to know that it can cut you,” she remarks, noticing his failed attempt to stop her. It never ceased to be annoying – the way everyone always assumed that she cannot be allowed near a weapon, until she found a way to prove the opposite, and even then, even then no one seemed to take her seriously. Still, with those tired eyes of his, Morgana isn’t sure Merlin can actually see what he’s doing, or realize it. Arthur truly lacks empathy that way – she always tried to make Gwen’s work as easy as possible, and definitely not taking all night. “I couldn’t sleep,” she confesses, settling down on a bench with the sword in her lap. 

     Monotonous work must be tedious, at least for those who are used to it, those who have to do it all the time – but for her it’s a change, a little one, but a change nonetheless. “Maybe it will be boring enough to exhaust me,” she smiles bleakly, running a cloth over the edge. “Although... don’t tell Arthur I was here.” There is something else that drew Morgana to the armory. Tomorrow’s tournament. Of course the armor must be shinier than ever, and the sword sharper than a razor. And of course she’s been worried, as it often happens with her nightmares foreshadowing such events. The lady’s favor, she’s noticed, is rarely effective enough, and the prince has grown to take hers for granted. So it will be different this time. 

[lespendragons]

medieval / fantasy prompts // accepting. 

@magiciitself​ sent: [ cast ] for your muse to perform magic, real or otherwise, for my muse

    In the darkness of her chambers with the drapes drawn shut, no one and nothing can see them, or find out their little secret – and yet, it’s hard to shake the bizarre sensation of being watched, as if by something invisible, always there, always on guard to catch the slightest, most innocent bits of magic performed inside the castle. It’s as inevitable as she knows it’s silly, it seems, in a place like Camelot. Almost under Uther’s very nose. 

     Still, Morgana laughs softly, an eyebrow raised at the sighs of a rose in Merlin’s hand. The ones she’s seen before, and she’s seen enough to be sure, were red, or white, or pink. This one, however, is rich blue, and strangely beautiful despite its oddity. Something only magic could create, something nature could never conjure. “Are you sure it’s the right color?” she teases with an unwavering smile. 

[lespendragons]

drinking starters // accepting.

@kitchenwtch​ said: ❝How much have you had to drink?❞

    “A little?” her voice is faint, hazy with the wine that sweetens it, yet rendering her mind a blurry mess. Looking up at Cassandra, she knows for sure she has no obligation to confess her little crime, but it must be obvious, and Morgana was never one to remind people of their position. Fingers rubbing her neck gently, she sighs. It’s not that she planned to go too hard on the wine, it just happened. On accident. That had absolutely nothing to do with the latest execution of a sorcerer that Uther made a public display of. 

     “A little more than I should have,” she mutters at last, admitting defeat.  

[bardbattled-a]

𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐋 / 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒  ♛

one word prompts suitable for medieval & fantasy muses, verses, etc.  add ‘ + reverse ’ to reverse who performs the action. context & description always a welcome addition!

[ bow ]  for your muse to bow to my muse [ cast ]  for your muse to perform magic, real or otherwise, for my muse [ cloak ]  for your muse to wrap their cloak around my muse [ crown ]  for your muse to place a crown on my muse’s head [ curtsy ]  for your muse to curtsy to my muse [ dagger ]  for your muse to draw a dagger on my muse [ dance ]  for your muse to ask my muse to dance [ dress ]  for your muse to assist my muse with a tedious piece of clothing [ drink ]  for your muse to offer my muse a drink in a tavern [ duel ]  for your muse to challenge my muse to a duel [ favor ]  for your muse to ask for my muse’s favor directly before a jousting match [ guard ]  for your muse to step in front of my muse protectively [ hand ]  for your muse to kiss the back of my muse’s hand [ help down ]  for your muse to assist my muse getting out of a carriage [ help up ]  for your muse to assist my muse in getting on a horse [ letter ]  for your muse to deliver a letter to my muse [ portrait ]  for your muse to paint a portrait of my muse [ ride ]  for your muse to share a horseback ride with my muse [ shield ]  for your muse to use a shield to defend my muse [ soothe ]  for your muse to soothe my muse’s fever [ sword ]  for your muse to draw their sword on my muse [ quest ]  for your muse to ask my muse to embark on a quest with them

[ofxavalon-archive]

I am putting together a masterlist for the arthurian fandom. this includes legend based, bbc merlin base, mists of avalon, etc. Whatever you can think of! Everyone is welcome, and I will do by best to get everyone added to the list in a timely manner! To expedite the process, please tag all reblogs with the following format!

character name / title / primary setting (ex: viviane / lady of the lake / legends based)

here is the list!

[morganapendragon]

for @mcgrathkatie! <3

[rpmemestbh]

Drinking starters

as requested by @ambitionbled (it won’t let me tag you, sorry!)

CONCERN.

❝How much have you had to drink?❞

❝You could have fucking alcohol poisoning!❞  

❝Easy, there. Try to sit up.❞

❝I think I might’ve overdone it on the alcohol…❞

❝We’ve got to go get your stomach pumped.❞

❝I thought you said you were clean!❞

❝Yes, it is a big deal.❞

❝Let me drive you home.❞

❝You are NOT driving like this!❞

❝You are gonna have one hell of a hangover tomorrow.❞

❝Drinking until you puke is not normal.❞

DRUNK.

❝Is this real life?❞ 

❝I want to go to sleep but I can’t find any sheep.❞

❝How do you show fish affection?❞

❝Taco Bell is open 24 hours, right?❞

❝Tequila is not my friend? YOU’RE not my friend.❞

❝Drunk I am not.❞

-glasses on head- ❝Where did I put my glasses?❞

❝How do I tell my parents I’m a mermaid?❞ 

❝I’m not even tired.❞

❝I should call my ex.❞

❝I’m not drunk enough for this.❞

❝Does playing Mario Kart drunk count as drunk driving?❞

-hugging the floor- ❝I’m trying to stop the floor from spinning.❞

❝Can we go out for fried chicken?❞

ANGST.

❝What’s the fucking point anymore?❞

❝Screw recovery. I want a drink.❞

❝I’m too sober for this shit.❞ 

❝I don’t give a shit what you think.❞

❝I seriously don’t feel too good.❞

❝I didn’t even have that much to drink.❞

❝Will you stop fucking interrogating me?❞

❝I can drive. I’m fine.❞

❝There’s a reason I drink so much.❞

❝You’re the reason I drink so much.❞

❝I’m only happy when I’m drunk.❞

FLUFF/FUN.

❝You’re cute, you know that?❞ 

❝You wanna get wasted?❞

❝I’m bar-hopping tonight, wanna come?❞

❝What are you drinking, and why aren’t you sharing?❞

❝I’m having a party for two.❞

❝You’re so hot.❞

❝I’m usually too chicken-shit to say this, but…I really like you.❞

❝I don’t want to kiss you with your alcohol breath.❞

*kisses on forehead*

*kisses on cheek*

*kisses on lips*

[rpingmemes]

Send " !!! " for my muse's reaction to yours kissing them in the middle of a battle.

[lespendragons]

reliquusrex

He’s not a fool to know that she would always be around whenever he calls for her or wishes to see her. He’s also not selfish enough to keep her here. “I suppose…” but that didn’t make the ideas of her being gone again any easier. They went so much time apart and now? When he felt they were so close again, it almost as if they were being ripped apart from one another again. He doesn’t know what to make of it all.

He knows that she would make good in the world, she’s not the same as when they first began to fight. He just hoped that they aren’t separated for the rest of their lives.

Hearing that there isn’t a next time for them, it saddens him, but he expected this blow to come. He nods his head in understanding, trying to find the right words to say. Knowing him, he can’t, not when all he wants to do is bring her home and back where she belongs, but she is much happier here isn’t she? His hand slowly takes the pin and holds it close to him. “It works both ways I hope… should you ever need me?” Though she probably doesn’t have need of him when she has magic. Stepping closer, he brushes a kiss against her cheek. “Be well, Morgana.”

   To realize the bitterness of separation, two have to be reunited. To realize their need for each other, they have to be separated again. Morgana doesn’t want to be a constant. She wants to be a variable – looked for, needed, otherwise it would get boring, and if she’s never called, she’ll know what to make of it. And she’ll still have her dreams, her Sight – she’ll be here with a warning should one be required. 

    With a faint smile on her lips, she stays close for a while, allowing the moment to linger. It must be a stupid thing to do, entrusting everything to Arthur, and to destiny, but it’s just as necessary, and she’d give him her reasons if she only could voice them.

   “I always need you,” she says quietly, taking a step back. Leaving is easier promised than done, and every word is true. It must be since her magic blossomed, then, that she’s become fond of mysterious auras and vague answers. Something to fit the image of a sorceress, something to cover up the truth and make it prettier than it really is. “More than you know.” With that and no words she’d prefer to use for a goodbye, she takes another step back, the hood of her cloak hiding her face in its shadow. And in a few seconds she disappears into the woods.

[lespendragons]

magiciitself

   When Morgana’s fingers curl around his own, Merlin doesn’t hesitate to follow after her. He feels safer with her there than he does in the hallways like they had been. That was too risky for either of them and in truth, he didn’t want to get her into trouble. His fingers brushed over hers gently, blue eyes meeting green when she spoke. It was true, he didn’t intend to leave Arthur, but… , “What if Camelot became a place where magic could reign? I know it doesn’t seem like it could now, but that’s part of my destiny. To unite the lands, to bring about the Golden Age and magic is apart of that.” Could he leave Camelot to go to some foreign land where magic had always been welcomed though? Perhaps one day, when he was no longer needed here he could. Merlin squeezed onto her hand gently and nodded, “I wouldn’t be opposed to that. I’m certain there’s places where magic has always been welcome. It’d be nice to be somewhere we could fit in, wouldn’t it?” 

    All she’s ever wanted is for her life to mean something, to be important. She wants to change the world, she wants her voice to be heard, and even if one day magic returns to Camelot, it’s unlikely to grant her that. But now is too early to tell, and Merlin’s right – they should find a place where they could fit in, be seen for what they really are and appreciated for it instead of living in fear and hiding their true nature. “When Uther dies, I’ll go back to Cornwall,” Morgana says softly. Without the king, she won’t be his ward anymore, thus she won’t mean anything to Camelot, though Arthur will undoubtedly allow her to stay. “I still have Tintagel where I was born, and I can reclaim my rights as the duchess.” But that would mean Arthur becoming king, and he’ll need Merlin more than ever. “It could take years.” And now it’s impossible to make any certain plans, but if she manages to get Cornwall its autonomy, which shouldn’t be too hard, she can bring magic to the place. 

[lespendragons]

magiciitself

   “Oi! Watch it. I can be oblivious. But I’m not an idiot.” Was Morgana flustered? Was she talking about them? His heart raced at the thought. If he got the chance to be with her for even a day, Merlin knew that he would cherish every moment with her. His cheeks flushed and he had to resist the urge to fidget. He truly was an idiot, wasn’t he? “Oh, I, yes. Of course. I just didn’t…,” Shut! Up! Merlin!

   “You want us to be….like Arthur and Gwen would be then?” If that was the case then he knew that he needed to read between the lines a bit better. Stepping a little closer, Merlin reached out and rested a hand gently against her arm. “Please tell me I’m not reading that wrong too, or else I’m going to feel even more like an idiot than I already do.” And all after he’d just told her that he  wasn’t one.

    “I do,” she is too quick to agree, without realizing that this time there was no mention of their allegedly very fake plan. “I mean...” Oh, this is terrible, and she has no idea how to even talk about these things – she must be even worse than Arthur, if anyone can claim such an honor. “If you’re asking whether I want to look pathetic and... shoot longing gazes at each other all day, and hold hands, talking endlessly about how unfair life is for keeping us apart – then no. I have enough reasons to be sick of myself without adding that to the list.”

    And yet, Morgana looks at his hand touching her arm, and a faint smile graces the corners of her lips. “But... maybe the hand-holding part of it doesn’t sound that bad.” It doesn’t really matter what she wants. These things don’t go anywhere. If anything, they only bring more suffering – haven’t they both seen enough of Arthur and Gwen to make sure of it? 

[fillianore-moved]

that trope when a character has had nightmares for years and years and has basically learned to survive on four hours of sleep, and then they get to sleep through the night with no bad dreams once their so is next to them because they feel calm and safe after so long… it always makes me very very soft :(

[lespendragons]

THIS OR THAT — MUSE EDITION.

coffee or tea

early bird or night owl

chocolate or vanilla

spring or autumn

silver or gold

pop or alternative

freckles or dimples

snakes or sharks  

mountains or fields

thunderstorm or lightning

Egyptian or Greek mythology

ivory or scarlet

flute or lyre

opal or diamond

butterflies or honeybees

macarons or eclairs

typewritten or handwritten

secret garden or secret library

rooftop or balcony

spicy or mild

opera or ballet

London or Paris

Vincent van Gogh or Claude Monet

denim or leather

potions or spells

ocean or desert

mermaids or sirens

masquerade ball or cocktail party

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