If You Ship Gwencelot Or Mergana, This Is The Book For You. I Can't Find Any Good Gwencelot Fics. I Did

If you ship Gwencelot or Mergana, this is the book for you. I can't find any good Gwencelot fics. I did not seek it out when I read this book. I went into this one blind so this was kind of a fix that I did not see coming.

GAAAAAHHH I NEED SOMEONE TO TALK TO ABOUT THE HACIENDA BY ISABEL CAÑAS. Gothic horror has me on a chokehold. It's my new personality.

This book creeped tf out of me.

The atmosphere.

The religious imagery.

The horrors of colonialism.

Also I don't think I've ever rooted for two people so much in a book in a long time. I actually SHIPPED them. Who knew it would be with a witch priest and the general's daughter lol. Please, thank yew

He’s mine.

Childhood can be scary.

A collection of some of my hand-drawn horror looping animations!

Ergo Proxy - 14

“Get back! He's mine.” My voice came out as a rough snarl; I barely recognized it.

– The Hacienda, pg. 156

lemme tell ya I screeched (internally) when I got to this part. I love protective Beatriz.

Parts 1 2 3

“If you die, I’m gonna kill you.”

The fever seemed to play tricks on his mind, for Morgana’s unexpected words were the last thing he anticipated coming out of her mouth.

His blood-stained lips quivered, attempting a smile. “Once upon a time, we tried to kill each other,” he murmured.

“Exactly,” Morgana replied, her eyes fixed on the ancient book before her. In her hand, she clutched a vail containing the antidote. “I should be the one responsible for your demise, not some unseen serpent.”

“It wasn’t a snake—” The pain surged, electric and unyielding. He knew he was dying, and Morgana was his only hope.

After all, She had found him and brought him back to his flat. She had rifled through his magical tomes until she found the venomous creature that had bitten him.

Not only that, she was making the antidote.

How the hell did she know that he needed help? How did she find him?

As he caught his breath, Morgana was standing over him, her voice cutting through the haze. “Drink this,” she commanded, shoving the vail into his shaky hands.

No sympathy for the dying man.

He had no other choice but to accept, realizing that the consequences couldn’t be much worse than his current state.

He looked down.

His gaze lingered on the vial she placed in his hand, noticing that she had wrapped her fingers around his.

“I won’t drop it,” he assured her, struggling to sit down.

As the liquid flowed past his lips and down his throat, Merlin glanced up just in time to feel her fingertips tracing the scar above his eye. It was a miracle he hadn’t lost it.

“Thank you,” he murmured.

“Don’t thank me just yet,” Morgana replied. “We still don’t know if it’ll work.”

But it was working; he could feel it. For some reason, he kept that revelation to himself.

Morgana’s touch remained on his face. “It healed badly,” she remarked, her tone betraying hidden pain.

“If only you’d healed it as promised,” he said, half-teasing.

Funny how fast time simply flew by.

She had left the hospital with a promise to return the next day. Tomorrow. she had said.

Unfortunately, that next day turned out to be ten years later, and once again, he was at his lowest.

She hummed, her expression suggesting she owed him no explanation. “How are you feeling?” she deflected.

“Better,” he replied.

Morgana nodded, satisfied. “I’m glad. I should let you rest.”

“Are you leaving?”

“Yes.”

Why? He wanted to ask. Or perhaps he wished she’d stay. But he couldn’t voice those thoughts—how pathetic it would be.

Instead, he settled on a safer question: “Will you be back?”

“Maybe.”

His voice sounded small, but he blamed it on the poison. “Soon?”

“Perhaps tomorrow.” Something flickered in her eyes as she offered a small smile. “We can try to do something about your eye.”

They both knew she wouldn’t return tomorrow.

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