“This was fun. This scene right here, at this point, we are drunk. Nicole brings out that Cuervo 1800, beaming, thinking she’s brought the best tequila ever [laughs]. And, uh, we got a little snoggered.”
- Sandra Bullock, on drinking real tequila while shooting the drinking scene in Practical Magic (1998) dir. Griffin Dunne
Tell me. If I do, there’s no turning back. You have to understand what that means. Ysabeau made me understand. Tell me. From this moment, we will always be one. Diana … I love you.
King Arthur/Morgan le Fay • set in S.Keetch's Arthurian retelling Storm over Camelot • for context of the scene the fanfic is build upon: Arthur and Morgan have been bitter enemies for years; she has to come to Camelot to argue with him, but sees him suffering from yet another deadly headache attack. In the past she used to heal him with her magic, these sessions were very intimate and soulful, they kept her abilities in secret and always locked together in his private chamber. Suddenly, she wants to deliver him from his suffering, and doesn't matter that she hates him and he her • they also have a mystical connection through visions of the sea
I couldn’t hold back the urge when I saw his suffering – neither my heart nor my magic could. In an instant I was by Arthur's side, my hands taking away all the pain, stroking his temples, brushing away his golden locks. That we were at war was forgotten in this healing embrace.
As always after a session, Arthur exhaled deeply, and gently put his head on my shoulder, the pleasant weight was perfect. I felt his arms wrap around me and pull me close. We hadn’t been this close for years. I closed my eyes. I suffered no more.
“Morgan. Who are you, witch or a saintess? I am your enemy, yet you have healed me," he murmured very softly. "Nothing ever brings me such bliss as..." he moved away slightly, and I was thrown in the stormy sky above Tintagel that was his eyes. "If you weren’t my sister, you would be the only woman for me."
I had no words for what he did to me with this. "If you weren’t my brother, I wouldn’t look at anyone else.”
Our sea rebelled, surged forward, and then immediately receded as I glanced at his lips. Arthur’s face froze, he remembered my deeds, and I remembered my wounds, my struggle.
"Go away. And don’t come back." He snapped, his hands fell.
At the door I looked back and saw him collapsing at the table and covering his face with his hands, but now it wasn’t his head that ached, I knew, but his heart.
not every mutual fits neatly into an archetypal medievalism but there are some mutuals that im like yeah addressing you as “my liege” would come strangely naturally
I'm reading The Grail Tradition by John Matthews and really love the idea that Merlin was so devoted and obsessed with Arthur's reign and Camelot to the point he done dubious things to ensure it is because he wanted to force a new Grail appearance. The Cup was to descend only to a perfect glorious kingdom. Merlin tried to build and prepare the environment.
I would do anything for you. Anything to keep you from harm. I would burn cities to the ground. You are all that matters. You and your sister. From the moment you came into this world.