Living in the shadow

Name: Morgana Strand Age: 32 Occupation: Owner of Oddities Grotto Hometown: A seas shore in Denmark Personality Traits: Sweet, Innocent, Caring, Helpful, Insecure, Nasty (if compared to her sister), Cold, Shy Rise of Oswald rp

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Masquerade | Morgana and Diablo

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Smiling at Morgana, Diablo shuffled over towards her and watched as she smiled at him and showed off her dress. His eyes lit up like a Christmas tree, however, the moment he heard his native tongue leave her lips. Morgana was a quick learner when it came to learning his mother language, and hearing it come from her only made it sound more beautiful. Even if she didn’t pronounce every word correctly, and even if she struggled with some phrases, Diablo thought it sounded perfect. “Merci.” His shy gaze was focused on her for a few seconds until Diablo found himself glancing down at the ground. “Your French keeps getting better,” he added, peeking up at her through his mask as he smiled. 

The man shook his head, lowering his mask down onto his face again. “Non, I sort of just got here. I was looking for someone familiar to talk to…either Meg, or maybe Rajah or Adam or Khan…but,” he grinned wider and leaned in to press a kiss against her cheek, “I’m glad it was you that I crossed paths with first, chère.”

[fromtheshoreofthesea]

"Merci beaucoup." She murmured happily, she liked that she had done a good enough job to impress him. "I've been working on it a lot. I don't know why but I thought it might cheer you up." After she saw the bruises on his face she knew she had to do something for him, why she chose this she wasn't quite sure. The deed had already been done so it didn't matter.

"Oh, well that's good to know. I would have felt bad if you had been here  a while and I was just running into you." Her smiled widened as he leaned in to kiss her cheek. Her heart fluttered in her chest as she did so. "I'm glad too, I've been looking for a friendly face for a while. I was about to consider going home, that would have been a shame since I would have missed out on the chance to dance with you. I-if you feel like dancing, of course."

[fromtheshoreofthesea]

Masquerade | Morgana & Ratigan

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          Padraic actually smiled a bit at the remark and issued a little snort of laughter. “That does tend to put a damper on things like family get-togethers…” But Padraic paused for a moment, furrowing his brow, before turning towards the girl with a curious expression. “I’m sorry, forgive me, but you said second family…are you implying you’re related to a royal family, my dear?” Just how many people in town who had royal blood in their veins were there?

          Snapping his fingers, the older man smiled and pointed at her. “Morgana! That’s it, I knew I recognized you.” He gave a slight bow towards her. “Mr. Ratigan, your landlord,” he chirped, as if she wouldn’t know who he was just by his name alone. “Marvelous to see you here tonight, Ms. Strand.”

[fromtheshoreofthesea]

She frowned at his question. "It hadn't been my intention," She paused thinking it over. Morgana had never considered herself to be related to the royal family, mostly because she didn't live in a castle and she didn't think of her father as a king, he was just her dad. That was the only title she needed for him. "but I suppose I am. I never really thought about it before."

Her crimson lips curled up in a smile seeing the look of recognition on his face. "Oh Mr. Ratigan! It's good to see you too! You're looking very dapper tonight, if I might say so myself. Are you having a good time?"

[fromtheshoreofthesea]

Masquerade | Morgana & Ratigan

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          Padraic quirked a brow at the young lady, allowing a smile to curl up on his lips. He had to admit that he and the royal family didn’t exactly get along very well either… “Well, we have that in common, my dear. The royal family can be quite touchy, no matter where they’re from,” he said with a soft laugh. She shrugged off his guess, to which Padraic ducked his head in apology. “Well, for being painted in green from head-to-toe, you look lovely.” He gestured at her, furrowing his brow behind his mask. “Now, pardon me, but your name is on the tip of my tongue…” he recognized the girl from somewhere, but the green paint was throwing him off a bit.

[fromtheshoreofthesea]

"I can believe that." She murmured with a soft smile. "Everyone seemed to love them though. I imagine it does make it harder for families to get along when one is a second family complete with a mistress and bastard children." And the stunt that Ursula pulled probably didn't help matters much either. Morgana probably wouldn't have a hard time believing that there was action on her mothers part before she had been born or had been too young to remember. The man complimented her and she smiled. It took a lot of work for her to spread the green paint on her skin (and to do so without any coming off on her dress) it felt nice to get a compliment after all that hard work. "Thank you, sir." When he hinted for her name she smiled even more. All that hard work really had paid off. "Morgana. My name is Morgana. I run the oddities shop."

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Masquerade | Morgana and Diablo

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Diablo didn’t like this feeling, the feeling of being in a giant crowd of people he rarely saw outside of the bar (if he ever saw them at all to begin with). He didn’t feel comfortable in crowds, and parties worried him most of all. But at least he was trying. But now he’d just settled on shuffling awkwardly along a wall, staring at people from the background while nibbling on some food he’d taken from one of the tables. He saw a figure in his peripherals, but tried not to look that way while he focused on his feet on the floor. However, he heard the person speak and instantly recognized the voice; turning, Diablo was caught off guard when he saw a striking beauty of green skin and golden hair, dressed in an elegant black ensemble. He knew it was Morgana, but something about seeing her with that lovely shade of green flesh sparked old memories in the man’s mind, memories he had long thought were dead and buried in the past, along with the mistress he mourned. Blinking slowly, Diablo lifted his mask off of his face, seeing as Morgana clearly didn’t know it was him. He smiled, perhaps for the first time this evening, and gave a small shake of his head. “Neither have I. But you look…” he paused, still blinking as he struggled to put into word his thoughts. “You look so pretty, I wouldn’t have guessed that you’ve never been to one of these before.”

[fromtheshoreofthesea]

The man's voice startled her, only because she recognized it and hadn't been expecting to. "Diablo!" She greeted happily,  She looked him over as he complimented her. "Thank you, monsieur." Her hands gripped her skirt lightly and shifted it from side to side in a bashful flowing motion.  "Je pourrais dire la même chose pour vous , vous regardez si beau." She'd learned a great deal of french from the time she spent from Diablo and the words that she didn't know weren't hard to learn with the proper research. For some reason now seemed like the perfect place to display the language she'd learned for and because of him. Getting to take on a different persona for the sake of her costume was probably why it seemed so perfect. His face was still bruised, but she ignored it. He'd told her that he got hit in the crossfire while breaking up a fight at Dragon. Or maybe she just assumed, she couldn't quite remember, but either way, he was fine now and she knew he didn't want to talk about it so she wouldn't force him to. "Have you been here long, ma chérie?"

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Masquerade | Morgana & Ratigan

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          Padraic wandered around, occasionally stopping to chat with people he recognized, but otherwise scanning the room with bored disinterest. It wasn’t long, however, before Ratigan made his way closer to the wall and spotted someone completely covered in green paint. It was a little startling, at first, to see someone so dedicated to their costume. And, for a moment, he wasn’t able to tell who the person was; even as she spoke to him, her identity remained mostly a mystery…at least from now. At her question, the older man smiled in a kindly manner. “Yes, very kind of our mayor and Mr. Iwerks to put on this event for us.” As she mentioned never having been to a ball before, Padraic chuckled. “Grand parties is all they are, really. Surely you’ve been to a party before.” He gave the young woman a once-over before his smile widened. “And just what are you supposed to be, my dear? Some sort of witch?”

[fromtheshoreofthesea]

The man laughed, insisting that she had been to a formal gathering like this before. "Sorry, I can't really say that I have. Back home the only parties there were, were held at the palace. My family and the royal family didn't get along so great. We were never invited to any of the formal events and celebrations, needless to say. Had that not been the situation then maybe Morgana would have known about Princess Melody's existence and would have been more prepared for what the result of helping the little princess had been. "Oh, I'm not really sure, if I'm honest with you. I just sort of went with my gut feeling and this was the end result." She admitted with a laugh as the man asked her about her attire.

[fromtheshoreofthesea]

Masquerade |Open

Morgana felt like a fish out of water. This was definitely out of her element. Getting all dressed up and attending parties. She wasn't really sure she should be there, but it sounded like fun if all went as planned so it was worth a try.  Walking around the ballroom she looked around at the festive decorations. The fake spiderwebs and the streamers that were black and orange and purple. The place definitely had a spooky atmosphere. She could only hope that people would be more occupied with looking at the decorations than they would be looking at her. She felt very over dressed in her black gown, Though, maybe it was the green paint that covered every inch of skin visible that made her feel out of place. Morgana had gone for a combination of costume and formal wear and she didn't see anyone else that seemed to have the same idea.  She ran her fingers through her hair that were draped over her shoulder, Exposing the part of her head that was shaved. Not seeing anyone she knew, or at least unable to recognize them she moved over to the wall to wait for someone to show up.  There was someone already along the wall feeling the pressure of not talking to them she decided to break it. "It was nice of them to put this together, don't you think? I've never been to a ball before."

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Streetside // Diablo and Morgana

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Diablo had been looking down at his guitar when he felt Morgana’s hands on his cheeks, and he looked surprised when she turned his head up to look at her. Something about staring at her right in the eyes, seeing those gorgeous blue eyes staring back at him, made his heart race in his chest. The feeling only worsened when she said those three little words. I like you. Diablo smiled; yes, he had a feeling he knew what she had wanted to say, but Diablo didn’t have to hear her say it. He saw it in her expression, and in the way she’d smile at him, and just the fact that she liked to be around him. Still, it didn’t help the blush that suddenly crept over his cheeks, which only grew hotter while he stared at her. “Je vous aime, aussi,” he murmured back, feeling the heat burning on his face as he lowered his gaze and blinked a few times. “I…I like you too.”

She may have meant it innocently enough, but Diablo wasn’t completely naive. And as Morgana offered to let him stay the night, tucking her hair behind her ear, Diablo felt his go red hot as his eyes widened a little. “Y-You…You want me to stay the night?” he asked, his heartbeat picking up speed again. It wasn’t like he never thought about it, but it was one thing to think about waking up next to Morgana one day and actually waking up next to her. “I, um…I-I mean, if…if that’s okay with you, chérie, I-I think that might be…nice.” What else could he say? No? No, if he wanted to have a normal relationship with Morgana, he’d have to learn to get over his fears and insecurities with women. Though he’d have to have a chat with the only girl in town he knew he could trust about this sort of thing: Meg. He knew she’d answer his questions without laughing in his face (like the boys at work might) or being put-off by his curiosity. At least, he hoped so. Diablo was quiet as he waited for Morgana to speak again, only to feel a small grin starting to grow on his lips. He’d been asking her if she had a song request, but he wouldn’t tell her; she’d probably get flustered and embarrassed and, consequently, he’d feel terrible and also embarrassed. Instead, he just nodded until she mentioned a potluck. He wasn’t much of a cook (takeout was his preferred method of cooking), but he did have an idea of what he could make. His maman used to make lecso for him as a boy, and he knew Morgana didn’t eat meat, so a vegetable stew would be perfect. “I think I can manage to come up with something. And I’ll bring dessert, too,” he added. One of the bakeries in town made excellent pastries, he was sure he’d find something there that she’d like. Hopefully. Diablo smiled a little wider. “We do shout at each other a lot in there, don’t we?” He’d never realized it until now. “I think the quiet would be really nice. Different.” He gently strummed his fingers on the strings a few times, picking at them a bit, until he sighed and leaned his head back against the brick side of the building. “But I promise you…one day we’ll go somewhere nice. A nice restaurant. You and me,” he murmured, glancing over at her. “Okay?”

[fromtheshoreofthesea]

He murmured words in his native tongue to her and she smiled; even thought she had no idea what it was he had just said to her. She knew that he would translate once he had a second to process things. It didn't bother her, she liked it when he spoke in his native language.  She liked the way that it sounded and she had known him long enough to know that it was something that he did when he was either too overwhelmed to translate or he didn't know the proper word. Hearing his translation she just felt this wave of blissfulness hit her like something she couldn't even begin to describe. Having no words for the moment but wanting to let him know that she liked hearing him tell her that he liked her, she did the only thing she could think of. His head still in her hands she leaned in and pulled his face to hers until their lips met. She held him there while their lips crushed together and their noses smooshed out of lack of space. She didn't want this moment to end. It was so wonderful, it felt like the whole world had melted away and there was just him and her and their intertwined lips. Hesitantly she pulled away, eyes opening she held his gaze.

He seemed to get flustered at her question which was a little confusing for her. Then again, Morgana was naive enough for her to not understand what else her question could have meant. "Yeah, I mean, I'd like it if I woke up in the morning and you were there with me. My house is so big that sometimes I feel like it's going to eat me alive. Darrell comes over sometimes and it helps make it not feel so big, but,  I think it would be better if it was you that was with me. It would make more sense.  And since our schedules are what they would, it would be nice to just have you there with out having to wait until my lunch break or until work was over to see you." He was right, Morgana's face would have turned the color of a cherry and would have died of embarrassment if he'd told her that she had misunderstood his question. She smiled, happy that he liked her idea. "That sounds wonderful! I can't wait! It's going to be so nice."  She bit on her bottom lip. A frown took hold of her features when he leaned back against the brick wall and promised her that one day that he'd take her some place nice. "Diablo, you're so sweet." She murmured as she looked over at him and studied his features. "But, I don't need you to take me to nice places. I'll admit that, when I came here I thought that maybe I wanted a fancy life. I thought I'd want to have the nicest things available, but then I met you, and as it turns out, I just needed one nice thing. I just needed someone who sees me the way that you do." She smiled at him looking into his dark eyes. She never expected him to treated him to fancy dinners or to give her expensive gifts. She knew he didn't have the means to do so and even if he did, it wouldn't be any thing that she desired. The companionship that he gave her was so much better than any of the "nice" places he could take her.  "So, are you going to play me something or are you just going to sit there and pick at the strings?"

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"Cold is the heart, of the king of the sea, and none as cold as he. even when, Cold is the heart, that bleeds ice cold water, Cold is the heart, that will not see his daughter. Cold is the heart, that still can beat, when all that’s left, is grimaced meat. Cold is the heart, that chills another, leaving sorrow in it’s wake, like foam from the rudder. Cold is the heart, that see’s no light, Cold is the heart, that ebs in the night, Cold is the heart, that seeks to claim me, Cold is the heart, of the king of the sea."

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Streetside // Diablo and Morgana

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Morgana hadn’t upset him in the slightest. If anything, Diablo had upset himself by realizing that he wasn’t exactly the kind of guy who could give Morgana a good life, even if he wanted to. He wanted to do nice things for her, to spoil her, to thank her (in some way) for giving him a chance to be happy again. “N-No,” he said quietly, looking up at her with a small shake of his head, “chérie, you didn’t make me upset. Not even a little bit.” He offered her a little smile as if to prove that point, then lowered his eyes to focus on his hands. He didn’t notice (or care to notice) the way she fumbled over her own words, rattling them off just as he’d rattled off his. It made him feel a little less awkward knowing that she was just as nervous and unsure about how to act around him as he was with her. “Oui, I…um…I always feel like my day gets better when you show up,” he added shyly, keeping his eyes on his hands. 

Diablo gave a little laugh in his throat when she started rambling again, his cheeks warm with a blush as he watched her. “I-I understand, Morgana,” he reassured her, and his smile widened as she accepted his invitation. “Dinner would be great. I’m sure I could set something up with Meg to give her a night off. And I’ll drive you home after work,” he added, grinning up at the woman before he started plucking at the strings to make sure they were in tune. Satisfied, he glanced over at Morgana. “Requests?” he asked with a sly smile, feeling a little more comfortable now that plans had been made and the mood had lightened a bit.

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It felt like a heavy weight had been lifted from her when he said that she hadn't upset him. Good. She didn't want to upset him. She didn't like upsetting people, it was about a hundred times worse when it was Diablo. He was her special heart friend. She wasn't supposed to upset him. She was suppose to make him happy.  I always feel like my day gets better when you show up. Her heart fluttered in her chest. She loved knowing that he felt that way about her. Lord only knows that she felt the exact same way with him.  "Goodness, Diablo." She murmured under her breath, reaching out she placed a hand on either cheek as she turned his head so she could meet his gaze. His dark brown eyes were heavenly to her. "I like you."  There was another word she would have liked to have used but she couldn't say it. If she did she was certain she would have burst in to confetti out of awkwardness the moment the word left her lips. Like was a good enough word for now. She knew that he'd know what she meant with how she said it. Diablo was really good at understanding her.

I-I understand, Morgana. See, there he went again. "That sounds nice." She nodded as she nervously tucked hair behind her ear. "M-maybe you could stay the night with me." And she meant exactly what she said. Morgana wasn't even thinking of any other meaning of the phrasing. She just thought it would be nice to go to bed and have him be there and to wake up and have him still be there.  He asked if she had any requests and she thought about it. Sure, there were placed that she would have liked to go. She had heard that Tiana's was a good place to go for a dinner date, She'd always wanted to try the food at Amzy but when it came down to it, she knew his situation. She wouldn't dare suggest they go to a place where he had to spend more than he could afford. She didn't want him to think that it was a necessity to her that he did so. It wasn't. She didn't care about the money that he made. Even if her shop wasn't doing as well as it was.  She still didn't care. No amount of money could replace the connection that she had with Diablo and how wonderful he made her feel. "Hm." She hummed as she searched his features. "How good are you at cooking?" She asked grinning at him. "How about we have a potluck? You cook something that you used to eat all the time back home and I'll do the same. We could meet at your house, or mine, or we could go to the park... I think it would be better that way. Restaurants can be really noisy and the Dragon gets noisy enough as it is. It would be nice to not have to shout to talk to you for a change."

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Streetside // Diablo and Morgana

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Diablo smiled back softly in return. She had a fair point; there were times where it seemed like they only ever saw each other at the Dragon, after her shift at work was over. It was never enough time to do anything or go anywhere, but they tried to make it work. Still, a guilty part of Diablo’s heart weighed heavily inside of him. Morgana deserved more than just passing conversations in a bar or just spare moments between his orders where they could smile and talk to each other. “Well, I…I’m glad you’re here.” He felt his cheeks grow warm again and, swallowing hard, looked down at his guitar as he resumed tuning it. “Because you’re right…w-we don’t really get to see each other that much outside of the Dragon. I mean,” he gestured to the building with a slight nod of his head, “I know we’re outside the Dragon now, literally, but…” Again, his words hung in the air as he silently cringed inside. He really had to learn to think before he spoke, to make sure things didn’t sound stupid once they left his lips. “S-Sorry,” he apologized softly, not quite sure what he was sorry about. Maybe he was just sorry that Morgana had a “special heart-friend” that wasn’t nearly as socially graceful as she was, or that tripped over his words more than he tripped over his own feet (which was often).

He was quiet for a few moments, fiddling with the guitar a bit before looking back up at her. “Y-You look nice, chérie. You look nice all the time but…I-I think you look nice,” he said quietly as he gave her a faint smile. “M-Maybe one of these days you’d like to go to lunch o-or dinner or something?” He shrugged and looked down at his attire before he finally tuned the last string. “It would give me an excuse to look as nice as you do,” he added with a soft laugh, placing the guitar on his lap as he peered over at her.

[fromtheshoreofthesea]

"I'm glad I'm here, too." She murmured in return, her nose crinkling up as she spoke to him.  She watched his expression drop as he tended to his guitar once again. Her stomach turned and she realized that she had upset him. He fumbled over his words. It was still as cute as ever to her when he did that, however she still felt bad that he had gotten the wrong impression. "I hope I didn't upset you. I was only joking when I said that. I mean, it works for us. You know?  If we saw each other more often then that means we'd be really bad at our jobs, right?" She said hoping he'd cheer up. "And it makes the time that we actually get to spend together away from work more special. I like that. The time that I spend with you is always special, but I like it even more when it has a reason to be more special than it normally is." She was rambling but she needed him to know that she liked the time that she spent with him. "It's like having a good day and then something happens that makes it even better."

Hearing him tell her that she looked nice made her smile so brightly.  It only  worsened when he asked her to join him for a meal. "Goodness." was all she could say as she looked at him lovingly. "Yes, I would love that." Her eyes immediately closed as she started to trip over her words. "I mean I'd like to join you for a meal, not that I'd like for you to look nice.  N-not that I don't want you to!  Ugh- Not that I don't think you don't look nice already. I was just accepting your invitation."  He smiled over at her and she smiled back at him.  "Let's go for dinner this time. After we can walk back here so you can open up. We'll just have to pick a night when your lounge act isn't performing. "

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And sometimes I forgive, And this time, I'll admit, That I miss you, I miss you, Hey Dad.