#slayer!verse

@arthur-rex

Slayer Gwen

This is the closest I can get with a dress up game to the image I have in my head of what modern-day Gwen looks like in her typical Slayer patrol outfit, and I thought I’d share it with you.

@agirlofwinterfell

Continued from here

@sonofpendragon

There really had to be a better way of doing this. A way that didn’t end with her being exhausted and covered in vamp dust--and sometimes blood--by the end of the night.

Even tired as Gwen was from her patrol, however, she was still alert. And the cold shiver up her spine was a clear warning that something was following her--just as good a warning as the crunch of leaves underfoot, just far enough out of sync with her own pace to belong to another.

A sharpened wooden stake slid into her palm from the holster hidden beneath her sleeve, and the Slayer whirled, weapon poised to pierce the undead heart of whatever new enemy thought they could get a jump on her--

--An iron grip closed around her wrist, stopping her hand before her weapon could reach its target. The low chuckle accompanying the cold hand on her wrist sent a spike of terror through Gwen, but it was dispelled an instant later when she saw who the hand belonged to.

@agirlofwinterfell

Just a scene I wrote up after our conversation.

“Arya! Duck and roll!”

The machete Gwen had just thrown spun through the air where Arya’s head had been only a second before, the blade decapitating the vampire behind the younger girl and turning it instantly to dust before lodging in a nearby tree.

“Nice save, Gwen!”

Their breath was visible in the frigid night air, but neither the Slayer nor her sort-of ward really cared. They were too busy dusting vamp after vamp. Fluid movements that almost seemed choreographed and easy banter flowed between them, starkly contrasting the feral snarling of the crowd of freshly-turned vampires they fought.

“Fuck, how many more of these things are there?” Arya huffed. “It’s like they’re growing out of the ground!”

Gwen smirked, shooting Arya a quick, almost mischievous glance. “They popped out of the snow--”

Beautiful Creatures Sentence Meme

@agirlofwinterfell

send ‘FIVE TIMES SMILED’ for five times your muse made mine smile.

@agirlofwinterfell

The girl was such a spitfire. It worried Gwen at times–worried her that Arya’s attitude may one day get her in more trouble than she could handle–but she had to admit, it was quit worth seeing the look on the face of the young squire who’d dared cross Arya and gotten pushed in the mud as a result.

In my Slayer!verse--canon timeline, at least--Merlin has to know Gwen’s the Slayer. There’s really no way around it, since Gaius is Gwen’s Watcher, and Merlin lives with Gaius. Plus, of course, Merlin being who he is.

Send “Do you love me?” for my muses reaction.

@agirlofwinterfell