Away

[chaelinsbitch]

[mpxmorrigan]

mpdagda​:

mpxmorrigan​:

fèis samhraidh;

Sunshine Festival Starter for @mpdagda

Having only lived on the island for a couple of months, the Dagda was quite pleased in all this little new home had to offer. He had enjoyed his time exploring prior to coming here, but the island had a unique mixture of all things that it never failed to stimulate Dagda’s curiosity.

And now–a festival!

He had heard the buzz amongst the students leading all the way to the festival itself, knew that his dear queen was also busy making preparations—how fun!

He knew that while festivities such as these were best enjoyed during the day, the Dagda knew enough from his queen that she preferred a more subdued evening. And if he were a more daring man (which he was) would have pegged the Morrigan to her own brand of romanticism, to which he was always happy to indulge.

It was no great difficulty finding her amongst the milling throng, winding down as the sun began to set, and the events turned to something much more mellow. There was to be a fireworks show later that evening, but first—

“Excuse me, dear lady I believe I’m lost~” There was a teasing tone in his voice as he saunters to stand next to his gorgeous wife, smiling appreciatively at the beauty before him. “Though I suppose it would be my good luck, since I am now before such a magnificent creature.” Dressed in vivid colors that contrasted to the Morrigan’s signature black, they did make a striking couple.

The Dagda wiggles his eyebrows, quite cheekily in fact, still buoyed by the energy of the day. “You look stunning my dear,” He was all praises, catching the other’s hand and placing his greeting upon her wrist.

The Morrigan didn’t so much as glance to the side as she saw The Dagda coming. She waits until he approaches and speaks to turn a fond black gaze upon him. “What do they say? Not all who wander are lost?” Her husband certainly wandered, but she did not worry. Worried less now, feeling complete with him by her side. 

Delicate fingers curl around the God’s jaw as his lips graze her wrist. Her thumb skims his cheek bone in silent appreciation. He looks as handsome as ever, his bright plumage suiting him. They were like a pair of birds, weren’t they? Fitting. 

“I really shouldn’t indulge you this way, my lord. I am a married woman,” Feeling particularly affectionate today the Crow lifts her chin in a universal gesture belaying her desire to be kissed. The nighttime always cheered her, and the festival, the lanterns, the laughing and drinking and fire- it all reminded her of the celebrations of their home. It was nice to spend the time with her King after so long separated. “but you are quite the charmer.” 

[mpxmorrigan]

fèis samhraidh;

Sunshine Festival Starter for @mpdagda

Morrigan wasn't quite sure what all her darling husband had gotten to experience during his time awake, but what she did know was that it didn't matter. If he hadn't experienced it with her at his side, it was surely a hollow experience.

She had waited patiently to be reunited with the other Celtic God, and now she expected him to spend as much time with her as she demanded. Such was her matrimonial right, was it not? She had given him all the time he may want to enjoy the festivities during the day, but as she steps up onto the curb, lifting the long back sundress she wears out of the way, the Morrigan expects her husband to come provide her companionship. 

There were plenty of darling little things they could do... things she had seen the demigods doing that she thought might be... entertaining to try. 

[mpxmorrigan]

𝓢𝓾𝓷𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓕𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓿𝓪𝓵   || 2022 ||

Morrigan is in charge of curbing any nighttime delinquency,                  but let’s be honest, a little delinquency never hurt anyone . 

Should you need help, The Morrigan can be found prowling around the festival grounds after 9pm.

[mpxmorrigan]

;family dinner

mpirelia​:

mpdagda​:

Which was why he had arrived at the location given to him by his queen far earlier than how he normally arrived, which was incorrigibly late. That meant, he was actually right on time, looking positively sober as he rose from the table to greet mother and child.

“Well hello there~” His tone practically melodious as his usual mischievous smirk was softened into one of welcome, beholding the two women.

“Mo gra, beautiful as always.” The Dagda captures the Morrigan’s free hand and presses a soft kiss at the inside of her wrist, meeting her eyes and giving her hand a gentle squeeze, as if noticing her hidden nervousness. Only when he was satisfied she met his eyes did his smile deepen and multi-colored eyes swiveled to the young woman beside her.

“Now, who might you be?”

meetings–were always strange. especially, irelia supposed, when it came to the more godly side of things. especially to that of her mother. 

the demigod mildly yawned as she held…or rather, clung to the morrigan’s arm, relishing herself in the light warmth and companionship that her mother gave, tilting her head lightly as morrigan refuted her thoughts on it being a date. 

almost immediately, her brows furrowed, teeth nicking upon her bottom lip as she lost herself to her own thoughts, contemplating quietly as they cruised towards the pleasant restaurant that her mother seemed to be going towards, on what exactly was so important for them to have dinner at a fancy little restaurant.

and with her dressed in her simple hoodies and sneakers, instead of a fashionably acceptable set of clothes. 

a mile huff surfaced upon her lips, gathered lightly into a slight pout as she blinked at the pretty man before her, brows raising high into her hairline as she squinted at the sight of dagda capturing morrigan’s free hand and pressing a kiss to the inside of her wrist.

should she do something? 

push him away? stab him maybe?

her eyes fell towards the knife neatly plated onto the table, calculative contemplating if she should even attempt and try protecting her immensely capable mother. 

and what was with his eyes? it reminded her very much of a particular someone else that she would not like to think about, though viggo’s was much more feline than that of the colours of the rainbow. 

the man seemed to look at her with the same type of stare that viggo would endow her with. sometimes. that bright eyed gaze that bordered upon gentle yet subtle adoration. 

irelia frowned lightly, fidgeting slightly in her spot. 

she didn’t really like the attention,  the demigod thought, stuffing her hands abruptly into her pockets and nodding at the other’s question.

“ well…i’m…irelia. and you are?” she starts, abruptly remembering that it was good manners to offer a hand to someone in a handshake when introducing yourself (she’d seen that in some old video that her old caretakers had made her watch as a child. it had got her through many a times from precarious situations anyway–handshakes were such incredible leverages when you wanted to step in and throw others over your shoulder.)” sorry, but who is he? and why is he kissing you like that?”   she pointed grandly at dagda, turning towards morrigan with a mildly worried frown, as though trying to let her mother know with a slight wiggle of her brows that she was more than ready to take this male in front of her on if she allowed.

@mpxmorrigan and @mpdagda​

The Dagda was the only person in the world who could read her like a book. Even close confidants ran the risk of painting emotions on her that should be there, instead of understanding her uniquely shaded pallet of actual thoughts on such things. For him to pick up on the softest grey undertone of worry was testament to the bond they shared. 

“Irelia, this is the Dagda.” It was not hard to see her daughter’s skepticism. In fact she had expected as much; would have been terribly disappointed in her darling if there was not a level of suspicion when meeting a stranger. Especially this one. 

Sharing a look of open and absolute adoration with the other God- The Morrigan was incredibly proud of her child and almost seemed to puff as he got to witness Irelia’s excellent attributes of distrust and bravery -she patted the girl’s arm. “ Calm down, A stór, why don’t we sit?” Waiting just a heartbeat for the proper response from her husband, she guided Irelia into her seat and then took the one beside it.  

“mhuirnín?” It was not her place to introduce Dagda, even as she gazed across the table at him in the fond sort of way that was only detectable by knowing her well. 

[mpxmorrigan]

mpirelia​:

;family dinner

to say that iri was surprised her mother had called her for dinner wasn’t an exact statement. morrigan had always cared for irelia wherever she went–the demigoddess had long been used to the workings of her everpresent mother. 

she watched as the shadows slowly consolidated around her mother–the familiar well of power that was morrigan dissipating as her mother faded into existence. 

“dinner?”  she was intuitive as much as she was oblivious in others, folding her arms as the blinked at her mother impassively. she tilted her head as she spared another glance at her mother, noting the slight discomfort in morrigan’s stance. was she hiding someone from her? intrigue led the demigod to lean forward with the mildest interest. 

“a date of yours?” she was rather surprised that morrigan had sought her out for her to give some of her time to approve of someone. that particular person must be–unusually important to the norse goddess. with that conclusion in mind, irelia nodded sagey, blinking as she peeked a glance at her untied sneakers. “it’s all the non-vegetable eating. i’m eat a lot. ahri says that it’s my avoidance of veggies that’s making me thinner than i actually am.”  she scrunched her eyes together slightly. “ though–i don’t really get what she means by that.” her shoulder rest against the wall relaxedly. “ i might as well go with you now since i’m free though.” she mumbled, picking herself up from her spot and stretching out her neck. “so let’s go.” she clung to morrigan’s arm in a rare show of mild affection.

 For a moment before she speaks she simply relishes in the action, so severely fond of the little demigoddess on her arm.

"More than a date."

It is not a correct so much as a detail she adds to Irelia's pool of knowledge. Of course, her daughter had access to all the information she liked, but the Morrigan doubted she had ever set her mind to seeking out lore pertaining to her mother. The odds of Irelia being familiar with the existence of Dagda were not slim, but they were not guaranteed. Why would her darling little Iri ever need to be bothered by a man unpresented in her life, anyway? The goddess had never felt the need to regale her with stories of some godly step-father.

-and she had been holding onto her grudge. To be quite fair, she still did. But the Dagda was her husband, nonetheless.

"I am so glad you have agreed. I thought you might." Neither would play at coyness as if they weren't quite aware the Morrigan knew her child's schedules, and Irelia knew when her mother had decided they would be having plans with or without prior arrangement. "We aren't very far at all, and I have made a reservation."

In fact, they turn the corner of the street on which is located a rather pleasant restaurant; owned by a deity who respects the privacy of their clientele and furnished the establishment accordingly. No light or sign beckons them, but as she guides Irelia in and to the podium they are swiftly escorted to a booth down a set of small stairs and lit tastefully by candles. It is already set.

@mpdagda

[mpxmorrigan]

“   i  didn’t  have  enough  rocks  to  write  out   ‘ help ’   so  i  just  spelled  out  ‘ hell ’ .   ”

"It... would attract attention nonetheless."

Surveying her daughter's handiwork the Morrigan only nodded, tapping a finger to her lips. Irelia would survive no matter what the situation- this she knew. The extras were not to be fretted over.

Beyond that, she never had reason to fear her daughter stuck anywhere she would not be capable of escaping on her own. The pop culture reference of spelling out help surely made little sense to either of them. Irelia had inherited many blessings of viciousness and strength, but Morrigan had not much to give in other ways.

"Hell is fitting, anyways. It was one of your first words."

[mpxmorrigan]

“ are you really just going to leave me here ?? ”

"Well..."

By the little smile on red lips and the way she twirled a strand of inky hair around her finger, one might dare accuse the Morrigan of being playful as she sat above the hole her contemporary had seemed to fall into.

"The forest is quite dangerous, even for a man like you."

It was hard to imagine what he had even been doing out and about at noon. Why had he been wondering through the meadows and hidden glades so far into the trees that he had discovered her little sanctuary? Leaving the shade of the trees had been a mistake for him it appeared.

Truly, she did not even expect the Dagda to find this place with ease, so tucked away was it. Men did love to fall into traps no matter the pantheon, it seemed.

So why shouldn't she leave him? She had come all this way out to reminisce with her thoughts, after all. Her husband had returned and she had come to make peace with the absence of her lover. Minding her own business- a little too lost in thought, perhaps -she had been perched as a large black crow upon the back of a solitary stone throne blanketed in lichen and ivy and vines, here in the middle of the meadow. Maybe she had been so lost in her memories, she had not noticed Akbul approach. Had he been curious?

"That hole you are in is where I buried Pan when his body began to fail. Mortals poison the Earth and everything attached to it, you know?" Coming now to stand completely at the edge and stare down she smiled. Thinking of Pan seemed to make her more forgiving and amused, it seemed. "It's quite sunny today, isn't it? I suppose I shouldn't leave you to burn."

[clgzb]

[mpxmorrigan]

“I don’t want to sleep. I keep having nightmares.”

"Good ones or bad ones?"

It was unusual for the other Gods to call upon her outside of office hours- she hoped most of them felt too uncomfortable to do so -but answering the door for Hecate was no trouble at all. In fact, she welcomed the other goddess in quietly before guiding her to the darkness of the living room and helping her to become comfortable upon the couch. Both hands clasped around one of the Grecian's, Morrigan watched and listened for any sign of distress.

"I am glad you came. I loathe the idea of you bearing the night alone in this condition."

[mpxmorrigan]

❛  well ,  the  nightmare  continues .  ❜

"You are too sweet."

Laughing quite openly as she approached his desk Morrigan took the greeting in stride, tossing the folder she had brought onto the Police chief's desk. They had what she would call a loose agreement in which she brought information from her unusual form of "surveillance" that she thought might assist the Egyptian god in his duty of keeping the island safe. Her primary goal was to assure that Mount Phoenix stayed a haven for their children. Nothing more, nothing less.

-and she agreed with his policies for the most part.

"Where is my compensation?"

[mpxmorrigan]

❛ oh , that’s a joint . ❜

Dark eyes following the demigod's gaze the Morrigan seemed rather unimpressed by what was most definately a joint laying on her desk. Herbs that would most likely knock anyone less than immortal out for a decent amount of days; definately the Dagda's.

"My husband was in earlier."

Sounding neither approving nor disappointed she spoke as if only stating a fact, waving one hand in a motion for Ayden to ignore it. She was sure he had encountered wdrugs before, no matter how darling he seemed. It was surely unsurprising to know that deities dabbled in similar forms of stress relief.

"About your question- I am willing to grant you access. You have been no trouble as of yet, so I don't mind signing some forms."

[mpxmorrigan]

❛  the  ends  justify  the  means .  ❜

"Very good."

A genuine smile turned the Morrigan's lips when Cassandra parroted back her words. She was a bright young thing, tempered like a sturdy weapon by the flames of her past; just the type of demigoddess Morrigan so often ended up adoring. She wasn’t the Crow goddess’s child, but she was reminiscent of many of them.

"So... you will do what you have to do, won't you?"

[mpxmorrigan]

❛ i think this is yours . ❜

"It.... yes, thank you."

Shaking herself out before the demigoddess Morrigan eyed the piece of shiny aluminum being offered to her; she had dropped it during the transition from crow to "human". Curse her avian thoughts... still she took the shiny little treasure back and tucked it into the sleeve of her robe.

"Very helpful, aren't you? Are you expecting a boon?"

[janatolqyn]

[mpxmorrigan]

mphecate​:

;the good old days

“Ambitious, self-sufficient humans.” Hecate commented, dwelling on Morrigan’s reveal and pondering about it. Certainly to have efficient worshippers was a plus, but Hecate would miss the whaling of the ones in need and desperate for her wicked blessings. “I’ve focused on helping the women and children, mostly victims from the disgraceful side of humanity. Some men too, but usually they have been the cause of the pain.”

The question came by surprise and Hecate took a couple of seconds to think around it. “Yours is quite fitting, admirable. I’ve been called mother of witches by some of the covens I’ve founded but… officially, I’ve had many other names and descriptions.” Her expression darkens every so slightly, taking a large sip from her drink, mirroring her need of having some external influence to drown her thoughts. “Untamable Goddess is a favourite, although not sure if the most accurate. Torchbearer is quite literal, people have grown the idea I’m some sort of guidance goddess. Ironic, as I’ve found myself to be quite misguided lately.”

Hecate raises her empty glasses, signing to the closest waiter to bring another drink. “Yet I ramble, my dear Morrigan. Apologies. Tell me though, what was your least favourite experience with humanity. Any bitter encounters?”

Morrigan listened with her chin resting on her hand, eyes full of fondness for the other woman. It was quite interesting to watch the flicker of emotions on Hecate's face as she seemed to reminisce.

"Untamable seems quite fitting I think. Your spirit is lovely... even we suffer spells of misguidedness, though. It can't be helped." The crow goddess waved a hand as if the subject were self explanatory. The Queen of the Celts had experienced her own period of wandering, and she had always been a deity of self assured purpose.

"My least favorite experience? Hm. That's a bit more difficult to answer, considering there is much less I appreciate about them than I do. Is there something you have in mind to share?"

[mpxmorrigan]

❛ i’ve got something you could slip into . ❜

"A Ghràdh, tha obair agam ri dhèanamh."

Smoke drifts in from the open door and Morrigan's gaze lifts from the paperwork she's been concerned with for the better part of the evening. It's true that she is still in the clothes she had worn to the University today, but with so much work to do she hadn't considered changing a priority. Yet, Dagda's statement is more than suggestion. She knows this; while others may struggle to find the reasoning in his words she has no such difficulties. So she stands at last while making dull note of the way her body has become stiff and the implication that she had been sitting there for much longer than she realized.

Angling a kiss against his lips she silently thanks the God before slipping past him into their room to divest.