2 Works in Red Daughter | Linda Lee/Morgana (Merlin)
“Who are you?” Kara asks, watching the woman’s eyes fade from gold back to pale green. There’s no mistaking it – she has powers, and those powers seemed undeniably magical.
“Morgana,” Red Daughter supplies as an introduction, pulling this Morgana close and taking her by the waist. Morgana rests a hand gently on her chest, looking up at her with an incredibly genuine affection totally divorced from the droll tone she was taking with Kara, and they look so utterly devoted to each other that Kara couldn’t possibly mistake their relationship for anything but what it is.
They’re in love. Kara’s clone and Lena’s are, inexplicably, in a relationship; and Lena’s can somehow do magic.
When Kara and Lena’s look-alikes turn up in National City, aggressively in love and seemingly shameless, Kara is forced to reckon with why she can’t stop thinking about what’s happening between the people wearing their faces.
Morgana and Red Daughter are horny and chaotic, and Kara has some (repressed) feelings about it.
- Part 2 of where the heart moves the stone
Fandoms: Supergirl (TV 2015), Merlin (TV)
21 Jan 2021
“You do not know me?”
The woman’s voice is thick, low and accented with a lilt Morgana has never heard before. Rough, but pleasing to the ear. It rumbles over Morgana’s skin, leaving gooseflesh in its wake.
“I –“ Morgana hesitates, thrown off by the question. She clutches the runestone harder. As a last resort her plan was to try to send whoever was summoned back through the rift if they proved disagreeable, but this woman is even more formidable and yet somehow less threatening than Morgana could have imagined. “The spell was to find the most powerful being in creation. I didn’t know who would answer the call.”
The woman frowns. “Me? Not her?”
In a desperate attempt to reclaim her throne, Morgana casts a dangerous summoning spell to call for aid. When the call is answered by a woman with no name and an even stranger story, the façade of vengeance and control that Morgana has cultivated so carefully begins to fall apart.
- Part 1 of where the heart moves the stone