Maybe the dreams aren’t worse, but they are also no better. She wakes up in the night, screaming, staring at nothing, and then collapses back on her pillows, shivering. She hates this. She absolutely hates it. She sees horrible things every night, all through the night, and she doesn’t know what to do with them. It’s like she’s living the future in her dreams, and sometimes when she wakes up she doesn’t know if this is real or just one more awful dream.
If she’s honest, it’s not Gaius’s potions that make it better; it’s Gwen. Gwen’s taken to sleeping in her room, more often than not, and she’s always there when Morgana wakes up, stroking at her hair, smoothing her sheets, rearranging the pillows. Sometimes, Morgana just buries her face in the place where Gwen’s shoulder meets her neck, closes her eyes, and tries to pretend that she didn’t just wake up from another dream of Camelot in flames, that her ears aren’t still ringing with Gwen’s screams.
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Date: 2010-10-20 04:10 pm (UTC)If she’s honest, it’s not Gaius’s potions that make it better; it’s Gwen. Gwen’s taken to sleeping in her room, more often than not, and she’s always there when Morgana wakes up, stroking at her hair, smoothing her sheets, rearranging the pillows. Sometimes, Morgana just buries her face in the place where Gwen’s shoulder meets her neck, closes her eyes, and tries to pretend that she didn’t just wake up from another dream of Camelot in flames, that her ears aren’t still ringing with Gwen’s screams.