potentialities

The potions that Gaius brews for the dreams are strong, but not like Guinevere's arms. They entwine her, soothe her, lighten the burden of the future in the small hours of the night.

Sometimes, Morgana wakes up sobbing wordlessly, crying out with the pain it costs to keep her secrets deep inside, but Gwen needs no words when she has such hands, splitting her open and holding her tight.

Gwen has her own sorrows, Morgana knows, now and in the future of which she must not speak. It is selfish. Yet Morgana knows that it cannot be any other way.