(mobile) Flower and star symbol? ;v;
meme | four times, one time.
it got a bit… uh, long. so i just focussed on the star one. D>oh gosh i hope it’s all okay.
★ five times my muse thought yours looked breath-taking, and the one time they voice it.
SHE is the first out of the undergrowth, like the sun in the morning. to say that the young woman was not stunned the very first time her eyes found surana euphe would be a lie. a lie morrigan was more than willing to tell, even to herself. the elf held fire between her slender fingers; the very same energy that now pulsed, threatening to awaken, underneath morrigan’s own skin. shifting slowly, she watched as euphe’s companions came to join her; the redhead talking — always talking. yet the woman did not take heed. her features did not falter. in that moment, morrigan knew she had no choice. she would follow this woman; like the moon chasing the sun. and so she did —
where do they go ? she wondered, w h y a r e t h e y h e r e ?
UNTIL that moment, none of them had meant anything. they were a means to an end. to her mother’s end, perhaps, or to her own. and then the warden turned; task complete, and stole the breath from her lungs. euphe stood, garbed in blood and make regal by the fear of the bandits that lay at her feet. beside her, alistair made a pained noise of dis- approval, and yet morrigan could not help the smile that grew upon her lips. oh how long they had remained dormant. there was no elegance there — her hair was matted with innards, and she wiped a smear of ash across one, bronze cheek before carrying on, as if it all were naught. she had left the wilds behind; at her back; but in euphe they lived. in this strange, circle mage, bred with her stone walls and books. blood suited her; morrigan thought. perhaps this would all not be so arduous after all.
THE HUNT was merely her new excuse to avoid the dwarf and the assassin. in truth, they needed no excess of food. & yet, that night, ‘twas not frightened animals nor darkspawn she found, but the twisting form of something familiar. naked flesh, and closed eyes; water cascading from her shoulders as if she were a statue. she had thought; as a woman, she would care not for anyone’s nakedness, but as a wolf, euphe wove herself into her senses quite differently. everything about her was different; her scent, the beating of her heart. ‘twas carnal desire that she felt now — though for hunger? she could not say. her mother had told her once there were many types of hunger — ‘twas hunger that would burn the world. she felt it now, that fire, deep in her bones. that fire belonging to the most natural of beasts with the most natural of urges, that brought the world into new ages.
how could such a sight fascinate her so? what was wrong with her? a snarl. a growl; from the shaggy, dark wolf, and the warden’s eyes flashed to hers. the wolf was gone; into the undergrowth, the moon, fleeing from the sun.
WALLS OF STONE were like wire around her neck. she did not know how to survive such a horror. and yet this was supposed to be a kindness by that Eamon fellow. leliana certainly seemed to approve, yet she had not seen euphe to discuss the foolishness of locking themselves away inside an estate and scheming against noble’s of no consequence. however; when the warden entered, all sensible thoughts were swept from her mind.
dressed in silks instead of blood, or water, the woman managed to move with equal grace. and with every step she captured the witch’s eyes — the pale fabric of the grown like liquid silver against her darker skin. someone; perhaps herself, had pulled her hair back from her face and set it with pins. morrigan could see little outside the shine of her eyes. her lips opened. then closed. what words could be given to this—? what… foolish…
‘ this is what you are wearing? ‘ morrigan mused. ‘ t’would not have been my choice. ‘
‘ i was practically bundled into it. don’t say a word. ‘ the smile on the elf’s lips only made it more unbearable.
‘ I would never. ‘ morrigan laid a hand upon her heart. ‘ and yet I — … you are, that is to say… missing that most important of adornments. ‘ she took it from her wrist; a bracket of sapphires, gifted to her by euphe a few weeks ago. how she adored it.
h o w s h e a d o r e d e u p h e .
MAJESTIC was the creature that reared up in front of her. a bear; it’s fur the same dark, feathered mahogany of euphe’s hair; it’s eyes her eyes; it’s fangs her tactful grin. morrigan paled underneath her, vanishing in the shadow cast by moonlight, looking up at the rearing creature, and laughing gently as she lowered down. she had given euphe her time; the time to take in the form, and the sounds of the forest. to take in the hunger and the singing, screaming rush of nature. how far she had come… how powerful she was…
euphe sat, and they were face to face. morrigan laid a hand upon the beast’s warm fur, and, with a softness that graced her lips only in rare moments she whispered; ‘ you are beautiful. ‘
& suddenly euphe was in front of her, her hands raising to take morrigan’s own as warm fur turned to cool skin. ‘ well, it was about time I stabilized the form — ‘ euphe laughed.
euphe’s laugh died on her lips. but the witch did not look away. she should have said it sooner. she should have said it a thousand times, as soon as the other burst from the undergrowth as the sun.
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