Fic!

I usually try to have a rule about not posting chaptered fics. But I have been trying not to write this fic for seven months now, to the point where not writing it was blocking me from writing other things. So... hopefully, posting it will get it out of my system once and for all and I can throw myself wholeheartedly into writing ASOIAF femslash (er, yay?)

So, the one where Morgana survives the finale (hush, magic resurrection dragon), has a crisis of morality, gets thrown into Camelot's dungeon, and has a series of vaguely philosophical conversations with Queen Guinevere.

This is What You Will Wear To the End of the World
Merlin; Gwen, Morgana; PG-13; 3500 words; part 1/3

Gwen's choice was a stark one: she could kill Morgana, or she could keep her.


Also, parts two and three ought to be up next week and the week after, respectively.

Also also, icon (at least on the dw side) never more relevant.

Unexpectedly Pleasant Day

Any plans I had for the day went out the window when my mum called this morning to say that my dad had thrown his back out and was off work, and could I hang out with him for the day to make sure that he didn't, and I quote, do something ludicrous and make it worse, the bloody idiot.

I did enjoy dad's reaction to daytime telly, which was to stare at the television, mildly appalled, and say, This is why you read all the time, isn't it?

But we spent most of the day hanging out in the garden, enjoying endless rounds of egg sandwiches and tea (with occasional breaks to keep the dog alive; Eustace was bred for loyalty, not brains, and if I am outside he will lie at my feet until he keels over from sunstroke or I take him inside and show him his water bowl) and discussing who should be the next Doctor. Dad's suggestion was Jenna Louise Coleman, on the grounds that she's excellent and has already played practically every other character; difficult point to argue with, really.

So, that was nice. Especially as most of the chances I've had to talk to dad recently have been when we've been driving to or back from funerals of extended family members. Three in two months, two heart attacks and an alcohol related liver disease. Needless to say that my last couple of supermarket runs have been heavy on the fruit juice and vegetables. I am even going so far as to consider taking up exercise. I've seen people jogging through the park with their dogs and it's looked quite pleasant, but, no, Eustace would go on strike.

It helped that the weather has turned unexpectedly lovely. Dad said that it was like a summer's day, I politely refrained from pointing out that that was because it is a summer's day. Still, given that spring went awol I can see where his confusion came from.

And then even more unexpectedly Scotland won a football game.

So, yes, I had a nice day. That's it. That's the post.