Paradisa RP fic: Merlin/Game of Thrones
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elfwannabeTitle: It Doesn't Get Easier
Fandom: Merlin (BBC)/ A Game of Thrones, Takes place in a hypothetical future of![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
paradisa RP
Characters/Pairings: Arthur Pendragon, Catelyn Stark
Summary: He had become another son to her. And now he faced the same risks as all the others
She hadn’t even realized how close they had become until she saw him with a sword, preparing for battle.
It had been slow to build up; neither Arthur nor Cat were particularly open people. But small conversations here and there, discussing Arya’s sword lessons, and dealing with the general chaos of the castle- and then somehow they were talking about duty, obligation, and loss. When the transition happened, she couldn’t say, but somewhere along the way he had become family. He had become a son.
And now she was to watch another son go off to war. It was too much, far too much. She saw Arthur and in him she saw Robb. And she saw Ned, riding off never to return. Leaving her. But she could not ask Arthur to stay. Duty. Honor. They may come after family in the Tully creed, but they are still a part of it. She knew he would feel the same. So she stands, leaning against the wall of the stables early in the morning, watching Arthur prepare his mount.
“You will take care.”
“I will. This is not my first battle.” He doesn't look up, continues working with a nonchalance that they both know is lie.
“A man may fall as easily on his hundredth battle as on his first.”
“I know.” He finishes attaching his equipment with an unnecessary jerk, a hint of annoyance in his voice. It was difficult enough without her reminders.
“Mother watch over you.” She almost leaves it at that, but after all she’s seen, all that’s happened- all she knows will happen in her world, she feels like she's breaking all over again. The words come out in a choked sob. “I can’t lose another child, Arthur. I just can’t.”
Arthur stops halfway out the stables and turns, walking back to her one last time before he leaves.
“You won’t.” He bends down and swiftly kisses her cheek, so rare a gesture from him and yet so natural now with her- the closest thing to a mother he has had.
Nothing more need be said between them; it was understood plainly enough without words. He takes the reins of his horse and leaves for his fight. And she returns to her prayers.
Fandom: Merlin (BBC)/ A Game of Thrones, Takes place in a hypothetical future of
paradisa RPCharacters/Pairings: Arthur Pendragon, Catelyn Stark
Summary: He had become another son to her. And now he faced the same risks as all the others
She hadn’t even realized how close they had become until she saw him with a sword, preparing for battle.
It had been slow to build up; neither Arthur nor Cat were particularly open people. But small conversations here and there, discussing Arya’s sword lessons, and dealing with the general chaos of the castle- and then somehow they were talking about duty, obligation, and loss. When the transition happened, she couldn’t say, but somewhere along the way he had become family. He had become a son.
And now she was to watch another son go off to war. It was too much, far too much. She saw Arthur and in him she saw Robb. And she saw Ned, riding off never to return. Leaving her. But she could not ask Arthur to stay. Duty. Honor. They may come after family in the Tully creed, but they are still a part of it. She knew he would feel the same. So she stands, leaning against the wall of the stables early in the morning, watching Arthur prepare his mount.
“You will take care.”
“I will. This is not my first battle.” He doesn't look up, continues working with a nonchalance that they both know is lie.
“A man may fall as easily on his hundredth battle as on his first.”
“I know.” He finishes attaching his equipment with an unnecessary jerk, a hint of annoyance in his voice. It was difficult enough without her reminders.
“Mother watch over you.” She almost leaves it at that, but after all she’s seen, all that’s happened- all she knows will happen in her world, she feels like she's breaking all over again. The words come out in a choked sob. “I can’t lose another child, Arthur. I just can’t.”
Arthur stops halfway out the stables and turns, walking back to her one last time before he leaves.
“You won’t.” He bends down and swiftly kisses her cheek, so rare a gesture from him and yet so natural now with her- the closest thing to a mother he has had.
Nothing more need be said between them; it was understood plainly enough without words. He takes the reins of his horse and leaves for his fight. And she returns to her prayers.