;; Feed me your heart.

Magnolia June Morgenstern She wears strength & darkness equally well; the girl has always been half goddess ; half hell. demi goddess with a kick independent original character 2018.

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   He can’t, can’t walk away from this animal or simply allow it to avoid him. He chases after it because he can feel it, the vibrations of fear - of the unknown and Ivar resonates far too much with that singular emotion to properly process his actions or where he was running through or even how the energy shifts around him, becoming stale with humidity and sulfur - demon. His senses all but scream out to him before he has a full chance to respond and that very same creature of hell grins. Crap no no no. Legs carry him back- back toward the wall and now he’s wedge between the demonic entity and the dog – the dog is standing behind the demon as if he were an owner, the loyalty in his eyes crushes Ivar and hazel orbs only shift toward the entrance of the alleyway when he hears his sister’s voice. Light him up. Could He? He doesn’t know, doesn’t have much time to think when a cackle is let out and fist closes around his throat. “ doesn’t look like he takes after mom and dad” hissed words, spilled through his mouth. Ivar doesn’t get, why hell was chasing after them even though the devil was his grandfather but could he think about it clearly? No, not with the amount of pressure being applied and the lack of air in his lungs. Hands claw at whatever sort of flesh they can grab but as darkness swims in the ridge of his vision, he can feel the beginning of his energy pounding. It just won’t kick start. 

                    the awful things about demons besides the fact that they’re demons is sometimes they try and have thoughts of their own. some still thought that maggie and her brother were dangerous for the underworld ; take them out and they’d be safe again. little did they know that ivar wasn’t like their father, they all expected him to be the fighter, but when the demons hands grip around her brothers throat magnolia goes from slightly calm to enraged. no one touches her brother. no one!  “i sure as fuck do,” she hisses at the other, hand shooting forward letting out something they haven’t seen before, water heated up to the temperature of hell fire - maggie liked to think it burned even worse than fire. the ball of water connects right with the demon sending him backwards with a huge hole in his shoulder that continues to ripple open with every second. “oh, darn, you’re all wet. good thing there aren’t any electric currents around here right?” the words carry a confidence that reads as her mothers but would be thought that it was taken from her father. attention shifts for just a second to ivar to make sure he’s okay, the all important hand held out to him - take some of her energy. electrocute this asshole. “lets show him why him and his friends should leave us alone.”

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          It was an eruption of energies and matter, he felt it like a flare ignited within his bones - Where it makes Maggie feel drunk, it makes Ivar awake with energy. Every ounce of him buzzes when they touch the new ground, the distant music of the party pounding and the vibrations travel through him. He has to take a deep breath, settle the throbbing in his chest and a nervous laugh escapes his lips. “We did.” He sounds almost in disbelief, whatever sort of confidence he had mustered for their little adventure, has dwindled away. He’s like a spark, as quickly as it was alive  - it began to die. It was amazing, in some impossible way what his sister and himself could do when they came together.  If he allows himself just a moment of freedom, he would understand - his sister’s desire to be more, to become ultimate. He would feel that connection to their father and all that he was but it wasn’t something he could bath in forever. There was something inside him, which whispered; don’t feed me or you’ll regret it.      “We’ll at least we made it in one piece.” He looks over the house pumping with life, watching as people went in and went out, some already sitting on the lawn and others dancing aimlessly in the grass.  “Want to go in? or work our way around the side of the house?" 

                                    “one piece is a win in my book,” she gives him a big smile, reaching back to make sure that her sword made it with them. at his question magnolia gives her head a shake, “i don’t want to be scared of big crowds anymore, ivar, like -- look at what we can fucking do. why am i so terrified of tight spaces and stupid shit like that?” the words carry as they move closer to the pumping beat of the music that seems to call her like a siren. get lost. get lost in the music. try and find a way to ignore the large mass of people and focus on the fun, the reason they came here. a few people slip past them, most knowing better than to try and walk BETWEEN the morgenstern twins, one of those people being magnolia’s ex boyfriend ; payton. the two dated for maybe two months, if that, but it went south when she refused to give up her virginity. “watch where you’re going, asshole,” maggie yells out to him which in exchange has a middle finger thrown her way, “i know we aren’t supposed to kill people but payton is an asshole not a person.”

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              she sits down next to her father on the couch, pongo asleep on the dog bed that’s a bit too ratted, a mental note taken that it needs to be replaced, and rests her head against his shoulder. one might think that kris wasn’t capable of love, that the world he came from, the environment he was raised in would produce someone to dark to have feelings, but they were wrong. while, yes, he is dark, he’s also the light of his daughters life. “daddy,” magnolia starts to speak, pulling away so that she can get a better look at him, “i know ivar and i are godly, right? is it bad that..--” she can hear the selfishness before she even speaks it, “that i want that? like i want to be godly? i want people to fear me?”

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okay. 100% will be on tonight.

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fuck me with a chainsaw

my phone died tonight. like the touch wont work

WHICH MEANS I CANT GET ANY OF MY PICTURES OFF FROM VACATION THAT I JUUUUUUUST CAME BACK FROM.

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         “You’re brother actually plucked me from the couch.” Leaning against the counter, he does steal a quick and casual glance over her costume - it was impressive, as were many more attending here but he saw a trend between Kristopher and his daughter. He gives her a faint smile and shakes his head, dark curls shifting in his head. “He was in a bit of a rush, saying that you wanted company.” Well, he knew that Maggie had her difficulties with crowds and he was sure that was what the youngster meant. He peers over into her cup, taking a small sniff - instantly smelling the spiked liquid and brows knot just the slightest at the base of his forehead. “Should you be, i don’t know, consuming that?”

             “did he now? maybe he just doesn’t want you settling into old age,” the snide joke is met with a small hip bump to the side to try and knock him off balance just a bit. she couldn’t remember a time when PJ wasn’t around, it was just like having uncle brian or her auntie anne -- he was there for her in a way that she didn’t know how to explain. it was rare that maggie felt safe, a small trait picked up from her mother, but with a few certain people it was possible. at his sneer comment maggie takes a small sip from the cup before smiling at him, “it’s not like i’m downing them and doing a keg stand. can’t a viking enjoy a nice drink before going into battle?” the battle being braving her fears.

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     Mask gets pulled on as soon as they’re outside, it’s a perfect fit and blends into the neck as if it were a one piece. At the mention of PJ, his lips curl though it can’t be seen - not entirely. Paisley was a good man, better than most people who came from where he did but he also had seen the way his sister flirted with the man, it appeared almost effortless which made him question if a real attraction would lay there and if it was single sided. “I’m going to tell PJ you’ve wanted to chop someone up tonight.” He takes his sister’s hand, without much of a second thought and it wasn’t for the fact that he felt particularly comfortable with the idea of attempting to use their powers - they weren’t easily controlled, pinned together it was as if a BOMB could explode. 

    “If this backfires I’m going to put all the blame on you.” No, that was a lie. He’d share it with her, bare it all if it meant she would come from it clean. He reaches for her other hand, standing in front of her now. He was an insecure mess most days, felt as if they combined their powers a great destruction would be let out but in the rare moments, when he was thinking or fighting himself, he fell into it naturally. Knew the stance to take and the deep breath to let out in his masked face. He let’s there enegry begin to travel, from his arms - to hers, from their finger tips down to their toes and the wind around them shifts. 

        “Think of happy thoughts.” 

            she wants to make a joke about PJ but everything in her mind completely shifts when their hands clasp ; it’s like all the wind had been knocked out of her but somehow she felt more alive then she ever had. this feeling, this rush of divine power, was something their parents had told them to use sparingly, that they didn’t know how strong or what they could do when joined but that’s exactly why magnolia loved it so much. when their skin connected it felt as though nothing could stop them and that was true. pin pricks of magic and light float through her body, setting off every alarm inside her as she used all her strength to picture the house they were going to, picture exactly where they wanted to land. you would think she’d need to tell ivar to do the same thing but she already knew he was - when they were like this it was as if they were one person ; thinking with one mind. 

                “ready.”

         in a flash of bright white light it takes only a split second from standing in front of their yard to landing just where they had thought of in their mind ; the power around the slowly dissipating once she pulls her hands away, though in a way magnolia felt drunk on power, the electricity burning through her with force. “holy shit. we did it.”

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      “He is. He’s great.” There was a fondness there, a river of sweetness that was like honey whenever Ivar spoke of his friend, most days he catches himself before it can fully escape but today wasn’t one of those particular nights and it was harder around his sister because there was an ease with her. He looks over her costume, a smile gracing his lips. He can recognize who she is dressing up as instantly, Tovi. Though he doesn’t always watch the television show with her because of the gore, the violence - he has seen enough to know who had stood out to his sister and there had been the conversations at the dinner table, her and their father planning on dressing up as Ragnar. “Oh god don’t really chop anything off please I’ll throw up and since I’m going to be wearing a mask it won’t have anywhere to go” He does reach out to the shield though, feeling the thickness of the wood and its natural ridges - the paint an extra layer of texture. 

                       “i think PJ might come later -- i don’t know. you know how he likes to follow us around or more so dad makes him.” the words of fodness of freddie weren’t ignored or missed and magnolia always had an inkling that her brother preffered a different set of company but his sexuality was his to deal with and harness just like her own ; but she’d be here with an ear when he was ready. however, PJ, that was a different story.it’s no secret that she’s quick to make flirty comments his way and dirty inuendos, especially when their father wasn’t around, he was just comfortable and that was something that was hard for her to find. Before she had come upstairs her and her father had taken far too many pictures together, per their mothers request, her little vikings. what a father daughter pair they made. “i’ll make sure to do my chopping when you aren’t around,” maggie teased him, wrapping her arm around his to pull him from their house and out into the fresh night air ; a few bats overhead could be heard squeaking as they flew. 

    “do you wanna try to get there on our own?” an eyebrow raised as she held out her palm to him, a sign to meld their powers together, to try and shift themselves to the party like their mother could move about places with ease. if their hands clasped it felt as if they could move mountains so why not just try one small thing? “come on, you know how strong we are together.”

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          the party that her and ivar had made it to was bustling before they even made it in the door ; ivar sensing her issues with crowds held her hand tightly as they moved through the inside and found refuge in the kitchen that had yet to be flooded with bodies. he had left her he swore for only a minute so he could find freddie in the mess and then he’d be right back, in the mean time, red solo cup in hand with what smells like spiked fruit punch, magnolia in all her viking gear felt less like a viking and more like a worm. afraid to even move. this was one fear she was determined to conquer ; she had to - a god couldn’t be scared of something so miniscule. while lost in her own head magnolia didn’t even notice PJ had snuck up behind her until his shoulder brushed hers. “let me guess, mom and dad didn’t trust us alone or you just wanted another look at my costume?”