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Indiependent Murtagh Morzansson & Thorn from The Inheritance Cycle Private & Mutually Exclusive & Low Activity Headcanon-based + book based as told by Thoth.

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#ithring .    ❛ innocence died screaming. ask me, i should know. .  ❜ ❛❛ i turned and ran to save a life i didn’t have. ❜ ❛ No, better version of me i could pretend to be tonight. ❜

A STUDY ON  STUDY IN TRAGIC UPBRINGING, BREAKING TRAGIC CYCLES, FOUND FAMILY AND FINDING LIGHT IN THE DARK.

Independent,   private,  &.  selective roleplay blog for murtagh morzansson & thorn from the inheritance cycle (eragon, eldest, brisingr, inhertance and murtagh) book-canon with personal headcanons . read carrd before interacting.  written by thoth.  30+.  she/her.  no minors please.

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[ithring]

"who can presume to know the heart of a dragon?"

To hold a dragon's heart in your hands was one of the greatest gifts anyone could ever have. The eldanari was a gift not just given. It was something that ran much deeper than the dragons themselves. They willingly chose to give someone that. It was not just something that fell into your palms or that you even touched. You looked over at her. "We can't. To touch something like that is a gift beyond anything anyone could ever receive. I wouldn't dream of even touching something like that without the permission of the dragon." you had heard too many whispers of broken dragons. ones that had been forced into things that were horrid, there voices not heard. it lives in your memory sometimes of what that wretched king had done to them. "A heart of a dragon is the greatest gift a rider could get after their death, to know they live on and be able to speak with them even after the body decays." it is a thought that leaves you and it's one that runs deep. "A man had already corrupted enough of them, the heart should remain at rest."

[ithring]

in that moment, i received some semblance of hope.

Hope was such a dangerous thing. You learned to not believe in it all the time. You had learned that sometimes it creates a false hope, or a falsehood of having faith. Hope for you had died out so long ago because of what had broken you open. But this was different. This was a matter of dragon eggs. This was a matter of the entire race being reborn in ways that were not handed off to the eleves. These dragons would become part of the population of wild ones that would not be bound by obligations. You and Sonja did not want the eggs that Sze produced to be passed back to the elves. You knew that she had seen the eggs and you exhaled. "I don't want to give them over to the elves, they deserve to live and be wild." A look towards her as you say it. "They deserve to be in these lands free, Saphira had her set of eggs those can go to what is being created for the riders. Don't you agree?"

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You're insufferable, you know that? - jean

Your bones have wept for far to long. You have been ripped apart in the worst ways: you have suffered beyond what most men could. There are pieces of you that remain locked away: this world was not meant to see the damage laid from what feels like a lifetime ago. You show kindness when it's meant to be shown. The grace of it has been something that you tend to present to children. Children never deserved cruelty. You had seen enough violence at a young age to know. You can hear the whisper in your head from Thorn: a comfort in this world. Even if he is human in form, he remains a presence in your head. A bond that could never be served: unless death touched him. The comment leaves your lips in a thin line. That isn't a word that you'd use. Maybe you were just a little exhausted from the travels and finding your footing in this world. Instead you chose not to be rude. Not when this stranger doesn't know you, or know a fraction of the hell you've been through. You ignore Thorn's comment in your head and you speak instead. "Exhaustion does that." A pause in breath, a tiredness heard. "New to the area, and not exactly lucky." You've been soaked to the bone from rain that's been falling. You could easily have Thorn shift and give you shelter but that would require finding a wooded area. That wasn't something just found here. You had enough issues as it was with the electronics that existed, you weren't overly fond of any of it. It was foregein and you had just started to learn words for some of the things. As it was you used a spell to keep your translations to whatever they were speaking here. You could feel it ebb and flow and drain you but not to the extent of real damage. "Can you blame me? I got caught in the rain."

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[mythshire]

✧˖°⚔️°˖✧ 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃 ··· a collection of enemies to lovers, rivalry and surrender, violence as intimacy, fury & desire roleplay sentence starters. genre: romance, tension, power dynamics, slow burn.

You think you're so much better than me, don't you?

Stop looking at me like that.

We're on the same side now, whether you like it or not.

I'd rather die than work with you.

You're the last person I wanted to see today.

Don't you dare act like you care about me now.

I know what you did. I know everything.

You've always been my enemy, but you've never been my equal.

Why does it feel like you're the only one who actually sees me?

I don't trust you. I'll never trust you.

You're insufferable, you know that?

We can't keep doing this—pretending we don't feel it.

I've spent half my life trying to destroy you.

God, I want to hate you so badly right now.

You make me want to scream.

I didn't save you because I like you. I saved you because I had to.

We're not friends. We'll never be friends.

You don't get to be vulnerable with me now, not after everything.

I've imagined killing you a thousand different ways.

Why do you always have to be right?

I hate how much space you take up in my head.

You're my rival, not my—whatever the hell this is.

Don't touch me. Don't you fucking dare.

I know you better than anyone, and that's the worst part.

You've ruined me for anyone else, and I hate you for it.

I'd burn the world down before I let you win.

You look at me like I'm the villain, but you're no hero either.

I can't do this. I can't want you and hate you at the same time.

You're the only person who's ever challenged me.

Stop pretending you don't feel this too.

I've never wanted to throttle someone and hold them this badly before.

We're going to regret this in the morning.

You think you know me? You don't know anything.

I didn't mean to fall for you. This is a mistake.

You make me feel like I'm losing a battle I didn't even know I was fighting.

I swore I'd never let you get close to me.

Why does fighting with you feel better than being happy with anyone else?

You're dangerous. To me. To everything I've built.

I hate that you're the only one who makes me feel alive.

This thing between us—it's toxic. We're toxic.

You've always been the thorn in my side. Now you're under my skin.

You betrayed me once. How do I know you won't do it again?

I've spent years building walls to keep you out.

We're playing with fire here, and we both know it.

You're my competition, my nemesis, my—fuck, I don't even know anymore.

I never wanted this. I never wanted you.

[beaft]

characters who view themselves as tools/weapons first and people second... characters who martyr themselves for a cause because they think that's the only way they can be worth something... characters who push themselves past their breaking point again and again and again... characters for whom devotion and masochism are inseparable... characters whose self-sacrifice becomes self-annihilation...... what was my point again? i had a point. anyway.

[thoughtkick]

“To have someone understand your mind is a different kind of intimacy.”

— Unknown

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“I don’t want you to save me. I want you to stand by my side as I save myself.”

— Unknown

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“One day you’ll laugh so much that you’ll forget you have scars.”

— Benjamín Griss

[ithring]

how you turn my world, you precious thing

@wcrstarter Somewhere in the kitchen a radio plays, soft tunes of a voice that is singing anything but soft topics. The notes are in the kitchen and Murtagh is sitting on a barstool in the kitchen living room area of the apartment. It's not his: though he's asked the pair of them just use his place more, Kiran still comes back to his flat now and then. But Murtagh being the alpha he is almost rolls his eyes. "Don't be all gross and mushy now." He comments, though he caught himself before he started singing with the radio, though that would make Sonja look over at him if he did that. "It's dangerous and unheard of for an alpha to take on two mates let alone another alpha in the house. Flattery works more on him than me, do you intend to keep what you gave to him?" Murtagh is being forward and isn't about to give her the shoveltalk but he is protective of Kiran considering how he is.

[ithring]

treat all your ladies like this?

It's easy to have her propped up like this on a wall. Her legs hitched around his waist, and it's his bedroom wall of his apartment this time. Kiran was on tour, which meant he was inviting Sonja to his place for more than a few weeks at a time. He was already inside her, they had been wound tighter than drums and it showed by how deep he was inside her and by the fake she had bites on the side of her neck. "Just you." He teases her before biting her again rocking his hips up letting her feel him inside her and how the wet heat just grows as he shifts his hips. "Besides who said I was going to let you cum."

[ithring]

"If it was down to me to save your life, would you trust me to do it?"

There's a pause as he climbs Thorn's saddle. It's one of those things were he didn't want to have to worry about either one of their lives but they still had to. The sword he unhooks and sets in the saddle feels so heavy sometimes. He exhales but also lets her climb up onto Thorn. It's easier for him to carry both riders and their gear over Sze carrying it all, not to mention she's just as vicious as Thorn when she doesnt know you, so there's that too. "I think you're at the point you want me to stay out of harms way." He points out with an honest answer. "After Bachel, I think we both would for one another."

[ithring]

"Don't go looking for something you don't want to find."

Murtagh knows the depth of that statement perhaps a little too well. He has walked that path a number of times knowing the outcome and odds would not be in his favor. Someone would say destiny just hated him. Murtagh often just would say he was cursed or something with how often bad things seemed to happen to him. His digging around for magic was another thing entirely. But he had almost startled when Sonja had appeared he hadn't seen her or her dragon coming around. "I wasn't, but what were you doing? You don't normally travel this late in the season." they tended to stay put in the winters but it had been dangerously close when she had come back. "Was it him?" he knew of the shade she hung around even had slept with, it was uncanny to say the least how much control that one had. It didn't bother him as much as it should have.

[ithring]

"You want me to make you some coffee?"

He presses his fingers to his temple carefully entering the kitchen. The redhead singer is still chained to the bed by the collar around his throat. Murtagh knows that he'll be out for awhile and he and Sonja can at least enjoy a quieter rest of the morning at least for now. "I don't know how either of you found out about that after party but he sure as hell knows how to wear people out." He gives her a glance as he sits in a chair. "There's pods for the machine over the cupboard, just grab a pumpkin spice one for me." most people would hate that but murtagh is rather fond of things with clove and ginger in it. "Has he always been that forward like he was last night, or was he more mellow?" Kiran's complicated but Sonja's known him longer than him. "He loves you though, I can see it by the little things." he says to her as she brings the mugs over. "He's good at sex, I'll give him that but it will be interesting to see how he plays with you being around me more." Murtagh knows Kiran has had conversations but it doesn't stop the fact people still get jealous in a good way sometimes if it's talked about at least. "I owe you a spa date considering I also lost that bet, unless you have something else, considering we're both going to be around for at least a few weeks." Murtagh knows the cycles they play with going back and forth and both of them don't mind if Sonja tags along with them just sometimes they all are traveling. Murtagh takes a sip of coffee.

[ithring]

"You can stay here, I'll make up the sofa for you."

He had been on the trip back from his touring, it was the one time where Kiran was leaving and he was returning and it still wasn't something that Murtagh was used too yet. Yet here he was with his suitcase and headed into Sonja's studio that the three of them had all been too. He had to blink the tiredness settling into him from his flights and travels. "Shit, do I look that tired?" Murtagh glances at her for a moment and realizes he's still standing by the door but hasn't moved to sit down, he's overtired and hadn't realized it. "I didn't sleep much on the flight." truth be told he was not overly fond of flying, he preferred to look out windows. "Nerves got the better of me," it wasnt about her and Kiran he had just been nervous because of how people were starting to listen to what he played. He wasn't on the same level Kiran was when it came to people. "I don't know how he does it." he hadn't meant to sonja but she never didn't listen and they had known one another for so long. "it's exhausting singing in front of that many people sometimes, you know?" he manages to get to the couch only for sonja to beckon him to lay his head in her lap so she can sooth over hair. He closes his eyes and lets himself drift, he's home afterall.

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“Healing is difficult because it requires solitude and some haven’t conquered the battle of being comfortable alone.”

— Meggan Roxanne