Zar'roc

Independent roleplaying blog for Morzan from the Inheritance Cycle. Quit telling people I'm dead. Seeking writing partners. {Personal ooc blog: @lordmorzan}

[thepedanticbohemian]

Writing tool for your fight scenes.

[a-chaotic-ananas]

they're only champagne problems if they come from the champagne region in france, otherwise it's just sparkling emotional damage

[overlordmorzan]

What died didn't stay dead You're alive, you're alive in my head...

Sometimes I have no choice but to listen to all the Taylor Swift songs and weep when my desire for Morzan has no where to go. It really hurts me not to be with him.

[arsonistic-expop-deactivated202]

“You’re far too friendly with the peasants. It needs to stop. You are an embarrassment.”

"Am i too friendly or are you not friendly enough? We are equals. Or at least i am with them."

[overlordmorzan]

“We are CERTAINLY not! You’re grounded. You’re grounded for saying something that stupid. I thought you were smarter than that, aren’t you?”

[lunememes]

🌙 * ― 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒: 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ( a collection of various settings for drabbles or prompts, or both! )

001. under the mistletoe, placed sneakily above a doorframe. 002. in front of the fireplace, cuddled up under a blanket with a hot drink. 003. in a mountain lodge, snowed in from a heavy snow storm. 004. on an ice rink, careful to dodge the bustling crowd that stumble and rush past. 005. at a busy dinner table, food piled on the centre and family chaos ensuing around the house. 006. at a quiet dinner for two, an intimate meal and magical moment for a special couple. 007. standing in front of the christmas tree, decorating it with an assortment of baubles, lights and tinsel. 008. lifting up a smaller frame to put on the finishing touch on the christmas tree: the tree topper ( a star, an angel, or something else! ) 009. setting out the snacks for santa and his reindeers. don't forget the milk and cookies for christmas hardest workers! 010. in the kitchen making the deserts for the big day, and perhaps even making a mess too! 011. in the dining room building a home: a gingerbread home! decorate the home and make it one fit for a little gingerbread man. 012. at the mall, waiting in line to sit on santa's lap and spill your christmas gift wishes. will you be deemed naughty or nice? 013. sitting down with some company to wrap all the christmas gifts, preparing for the big day. 014. sitting down to exchange and open gifts, anticipating what gift you may get. is it something cool or just another pair of socks? 015. out on the streets doing christmas carolling, blessing the streets with the sweet voices of heavenly haromies. 016. in the snow rolling a big ball to build a snowman, bringing it to life with makeshift features and wrapping it up with a warm scarf. 017. in the trenches of snow forts, amidst a war of a snow fight! who will win? 018. falling into soft snow to create snow angels, flailing wildly on the ground. 019. traversing the treacherous conditions of icy pavements. will you laugh as they fall or lend them a hand and go down in solidarity? 020. jamming out to a christmas song, and inflicting the pain of holiday songs on someone else.

[petalsprompts]

𝐪𝐮𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐲𝐜𝐥𝐞, 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞: 𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 part one. taken from chapters .. prologue - chapter 10 (flight of destiny)

taken from the book 'eragon', by christopher paolini. medieval fantasy setting. change tenses/pronouns as needed.

"Spread out; hide behind trees and bushes. Stop whoever is coming… or die.”

“Well, the mighty hunter joins the rest of us mortals. How many did you bag this time?”

"I won’t deal with anything you bring back from those damned mountains!”

"I lost my best arrow. I’ll have to make more before long."

"The less we’re involved with magic, the better."

"That was private! If I wanted everyone to know about it, I could have built a bonfire and used smoke signals to communicate."

"Whoever shaped this used tools I have never seen— or magic."

“Our wanderings have been dogged with misfortune. Chaos seems to rule this land, We could not avoid illness, attacks, and the most cursed black luck."

"Whole villages have been forced to move because [bandits, monsters, etc.] destroyed their fields and starvation threatens them."

"Supposedly, it’s only through the grace of our king that we’ve been protected for so long—as if [Kings Name] would care if we burned to the ground."

"They have spies everywhere as they prepare to invade. You never know who might be working for them.”

“How do you know this? I can say that clouds are green, but that doesn’t mean it’s true. Prove you aren’t lying.”

“The sands of time cannot be stopped. Years pass whether we will them or not… but we can remember. What has been lost may yet live on in memories."

"When the foul deed was done, [villain's name] turned on his ally and slaughtered him without warning."

"The elves, too, fought bitterly against the shared enemy, but they were overthrown and forced to flee to their secret places, from whence they come no more."

"Alas, sorrow was conceived that day."

"Night after night he brooded on that and formulated a plan to exact revenge.”

"And from that day, he has ruled us."

“Do you want your original questions answered or not? They won’t be if you want to explore every obscure piece of knowledge.”

“Thus, to greatly abbreviate a complicated series of occurrences, there was a very long, and very bloody war, which both sides later regretted."

"A brash elven youth hunted down a dragon, as one would a stag, and killed it."

"Unfortunately, the bloodletting did not stop there."

"At the beginning, the elves fought only to defend themselves, for they were reluctant to escalate the fighting, but the dragons’ ferocity eventually forced them to attack for their own survival."

"We are no more native to this land than the elves. It took our ancestors another three centuries to arrive here and join the Riders.”

"No one knows why that dragon egg was abandoned. Some say the parents were killed in an elven attack. Others believe the dragons purposefully left it there."

"This valley is old, and hasn’t always belonged to us.”

"Much can be learned from this history. It’s a pity the king makes it a... delicate subject to discuss."

"Before Galbatorix [dictator/ruler name] overthrew them, the Riders held more power than all the kings in this land."

"Respect the past; you never know how it may affect you.”

"'Story'?! If it is a story, then the rumors of my death are true and you are speaking with a ghost!"

"The older a dragon was, the longer it could breathe fire. Some of them could keep at it for minutes."

"Yes, a dragon will live for quite a while, forever, in fact, as long as it isn’t killed and its Rider doesn’t die."

"Ahh. That is the greatest mystery nowadays: How many dragons survived [villain's name]'s murderous slaughter?"

"The dwarves sealed all the known entrances to their tunnels and disappeared underground. As far as I know, not one has been seen since."

“What happened to the dwarves after the Riders were destroyed?”

"What is possible is subjective. It’s all a matter of perspective."

"You forget that the dragons were magical—they affected everything around them in strange ways. The Riders were closest to them and experienced this the most."

"All the Riders were, or became, stronger of body, keener of mind, and truer of sight than normal men.”

"How many men would draw their swords if they knew a giant fire-breathing lizard—one with more natural cunning and wisdom than even a king could hope for—would soon be there to stop the violence? Hmm?"

“I learned what I wanted to, and more.”

"I doubt anyone remembers except the elves, and fortune would have to smile greatly upon you before you talked with one."

"A human Rider would slowly acquire pointed ears, though they were never as prominent as an elf’s."

"Did you think I would stop you? I’d hoped you would marry soon."

“I’ve nothing else to give you, except my blessing. Take it if you wish, but it is worth little.”

“Now you must go. Dawn is approaching, and [Name] will be waiting.”

“Of the affairs of love… my only advice is to be honest. That’s your most powerful tool to unlock a heart or gain forgiveness."

"Give men your ear, but not your heart. Show respect for those in power, but don’t follow them blindly. Judge with logic and reason, but comment not."

"Two men arrived here yesterday. Strange fellows dressed in black and carrying swords. It made my skin crawl just to look at them."

“I just got dizzy all of a sudden… it’s passed. It was very odd— I don’t know why it happened.”

"It’s a long walk, but I’m sure you will feel better by the time you arrive. Let me escort you to the road.”

"Oaths betrayed, souls killed, eggs shattered! ... Blood everywhere. Murderers!"

"Death is a poison."

"Why do the Strangers frighten you?"

"What have I done?"

[glbtrx]

Morzan mangia la mela e il formaggio. Lui beve il tè. È una buona giornata perché il re verrà presto a trovarci. La sua attenzione si concentrò su Mara; sarebbe stato il primo a sapere quando Galbatorix sarebbe stato vicino.

Galbatorix teneva gli occhi chiusi mentre cavalcava Shruikan. Il vento gli dava fastidio. Quando vide il castello di Morzan all'orizzonte il suo cuore si riempì di un familiare amore. Ordinò a Shruikan di andare più veloce e in pochi minuti atterrarono. Il Re saltò giù dalla sella (senza farsi male grazie alla magia) e si avvicinò al giardino dove vedeva Mara.

[overlordmorzan]

Mara si alzò, spiegando le ali con entusiasmo. "Buongiorno mio re! Buongiorno Shruikan!" La sua gioia veniva dal sapere quanto sarebbe stato felice Morzan di essere di nuovo tra le braccia del re.

Il drago rosso sapeva di che avrebbe dovuto mantenere la distanza tra sé e Shruikan, ma era ansioso di leccare Galbatorix in segno di saluto.

Nel frattempo, Morzan ha sorpreso una cameriera quando ha aperto la porta della sua camera da letto. "Mio Signore!" "Che cosa?" "Tu… sei sveglio! Di giorno…" "SÌ…?" Continuò a camminare, credendo ancora di essere un vampiro.

[palacesuggestion]

I am not arrogant. I simply know my place. It’s quite far above yours.

[overlordmorzan]

@demiaseranmage

"I think I need help."

It was an understatement, but for a man like him it was no easy task to admit to needing anything from anyone else.

The door closed behind him, and white edged into his vision. He had to sit down. He brought a hand to his mouth, trying to conceal the blood he was coughing up as he sunk to the floor.

What a shitty day. Galbatorix couldn't know of this failure.

[demiaseranmage]

Elemmírë took a deep breath. She wasn’t expecting anything like a potentially fatal wound from anyone today, but especially Morzan. She takes her pillow from her bed and places it on the floor. She stretches Morzan out, and eases his head on top of the pillow. “How were you injured?” To Orlith she says, “I may need some of your assistance soon”

[overlordmorzan]

It took Morzan a moment to understand what she was asking; she was sounding farther away instead of closer. "Wild dragon," he replied breathlessly. Everything hurt. Every breath, every movement. "Not so easy to handle as Galbatorix would lead you to believe." he added, briefly laughing before it invoked greater pain.

[demiaseranmage]

She sighed maternally. “You’re such an idiot,” she said. “Now this is gonna hurt.“ she healed Morzan while singing a soft, lilting, lullaby type tune. She could feel Orlith humming high above Ilriea and lending Elemmírë her strength. When she had finished, she said to Morzan, “I will need to notify your Master. Oromis is your master, correct?”

[overlordmorzan]

He cringed, clenching his fists. He swore once, twice, under his breath… then managed to be quiet for the remainder of the treatment despite the nausea. “No! I mean, yes— he is— no, let’s… let’s not bother him with it. There’s simply no need for it.” replied Morzan.

The effort it took to sit up caused him to need to catch his breath before he looked to her again and continued, “What would it take to convince you to forget I was here, hm?” He smirked, trying to play down the severity of how much he did NOT need to be in trouble… again.

[demiaseranmage]

She sighed again, shaking her head at the same time. Switching to the ancient language so that Morzan knew that she was telling the truth. She said “it is my duty as a healer of the Riders of Ilriea, to tell the masters, of those who have masters what they have been up to. Or would you rather me go to the council?” She saw Moran trying to speak. She held up a finger ”you know I care about you like a son,” she continued in the ancient language, cupping her belly she did so. “And that is why I must do this. Please Morzan. Do not be hasty”

[overlordmorzan]

"Why waste Oromis' time on something you took care of without a problem...? He has plenty on his mind and his schedule! I really don't see why--" He automatically turned his face to the door when he heard it open. Shit.

Oromis crossed his arms. "Morzan." There was a firmness to his voice that implored him not to make up some stupid excuse for his bad behavior.

"I must... rest." Morzan plopped back down while Oromis approached. He turned over onto his side to avoid him.

"Is Mara well?" asked Oromis.

"He wasn't with me."

Oromis' displeasure grew. "You thought you could fight a wild dragon... without your own." he said flatly. Unbelievable. "And for what? Why were you picking a fight with a wild dragon? You could have died! You nearly did!"

"I'm okay."

[overlordmorzan]

“So many problems lead back to Morzan’s death. That’s the common factor—when the Empire started to fall apart. Without him Galbatorix doesn’t give a damn.” explained Durza. 

“How did you get roped into the job of five men?” Lydia asked. 

Her number was a random one for exaggeration, but her mentor corrected it flatly: “14, actually.” 

“Why were the Forsworn incompetent?” 

“I don’t have the time to get into that, I’m afraid. But… go ahead and ask the king, I’m sure he would love to talk about it.” 

Yeah right. “You’re… leaving again already?” He had hardly been back to Uru’baen Castle for a day to update Galbatorix on his findings and plans.

“The Eragon problem is time sensitive.” 

She pleaded to go with him, but gently then firmly he refused and tried to change the subject. “Perhaps upon my return you can show me the divination methods you’ve been working on.”

“Okay…” She smiled sadly as he touched a hand to hers. “Or… I could tell you about it while you travel.”

Durza sighed, bidding her farewell.

“It hurts to be so useless to you.” she mumbled as he had started for the door.

He paused. “You’re not.”

Then she was alone. Again. Moving from the sitting room to the bedroom to sulk, wondering if she couldn’t go because he didn’t want her to see him work. Did he still think anything grotesque or frightening would alter her high opinions of him?

After a nap she used an academic project to get her mind off it, working through translations of esoteric literature… until she happened upon an idea. A foolish, dangerous, wonderful idea. If she could resurrect Morzan… Durza would have more time for himself— and for her, if the attempt didn’t kill her immediately.

She was up the rest of the night, reading and meditating as her plan came together. 

“Your majesty! Your majesty! My liege!” she exclaimed, rushing into a kneel to the king when she located him in the morning. “Do you have a moment? Please?” she asked, but wasn’t sure how to go about her request other than to throw it out there. If nothing else it would be interesting to see his reaction. She stood, stepping closer. “I need. Dragon blood.”

@glbtrx

[overlordmorzan]

My king… my lover…

They were the only words he could find the energy to string together in his mind as he tried to focus on Galbatorix’s presence.

His gaze lowered to Galbatorix’s hand on him. His touch was… a miracle. It was hard to wrap his mind around being alive again, but he was coherent to the fact he had been dead. He had no clue how long, however. A week?

The magic sustained him, but his blood circulation was slow to catch up, and the movement through his body was uncomfortable at best and miserable every few moments. He had no choice but to endure it. 

He reached for his hand, needing him to know he knew well who he was, until he turned from him to expel a mouthful of blood that left him shaking and paler.

[glbtrx]

Shit. The king's eyebrows furrowed as Morzan vomited blood. He had to cure him. Now.

Galbatorix picked him up gently, careful not to shake him too much. He looked so weak, so vulnerable. The king's hands trembled slightly at the thought of losing him again. He couldn't bear it.

The ruler turned and quickly headed out of the tombs, saying: "Lydia, with me. Now!"

I can use the energy from the Eldunarya. That will make him better. I just have to keep him awake for now. He mustn't fall asleep. Or...

The Rider's gaze fell on the sick and exhausted face of his lover. His eyes softened, full of melancholy.

Or he could not wake up again.

He gripped his hand firmly as he climbed the stairs to exit the dungeons. With large and hasty steps he headed towards his rooms.

@overlordmorzan

[overlordmorzan]

“You know, it looks like my work here is done. You’ve got this from here, right? You can thank me later, when Durza is around actually…” Lydia said as she followed him up the stairs, eager for a path to run off into a different direction soon.

Morzan offered Galbatorix an apologetic look. He hated being so… fragile. So unlike himself. It made him wonder how long before he was dead again; how frustrating that he couldn’t use this new time granted to him to do anything important! Like KICK BROM’S FUCKING ASS or kiss his husband.

Lydia fled.

[glbtrx]

Galbatorix had every intention to shout in Lydia's face that if Morzan hadn't made it, he would have finished her, rather than thanked her. But for a moment his gaze was lost in Morzan's weak and frustrated one. He knew what he was thinking.

The king bent down to kiss him on the forehead, whispering: "It's going to be alright. iet hjarta. Resist for me.."

He didn't wait for a response to open the doors to his rooms.

[overlordmorzan]

Morzan was thinking more about his death, trying to remember every detail that made him all the more angrier— and then he remembered while trying and failing to reach him… his dragon was dead.

If Morzan recovered it would bring greater clarity to this isolation. To be apart from Mara was wrong, so wrong, and he felt sicker, anxious, furious.

How could he live without him?

Suddenly the maddening depth of Galbatorix’s grief for Jarnunvösk was understood.

[glbtrx]

These were not Galbatorix's first thoughts at all. All he cared about now was Morzan. The world could have been on fire, collapsing around them, and his mind would have been only for his lover.

The king approached the large, luxurious bed of his room to gently place Morzan on it. He sat on the side of it, taking Morzan's hand and preparing to give him energy. At the same time, he let his mind drift to find Shruikan's.

Shruikan. He coldly said to the mad dragon. I'll need your energy to recover Morzan. Don't try to protect your mind.

As he expected, the dragon didn't answer with words, but the rumble from the back of his mind told him that he understood. Like it or not, Shruikan's strength was at his disposal.

He squeezed Morzan's hand lightly in his, and slowly, delicately, so as not to upset him further, he began to transfer some of his energy to him.

@overlordmorzan

[overlordmorzan]

It was a good thing Lydia had persued using Shruikan’s blood for the necromancy. It made channeling his energy into him much easier. What Lydia hadn’t considered was what side effects for Morzan come from a mentally disturbed, enslaved dragon.

But for now it was an advantage. Morzan sighed, closing his eyes.

What is happening?

[glbtrx]

Galbatorix kept transfering Shruikan's energy into Morzan, at least until his complexion became a healthier color.

After a while he slowed down the process to focus on talking to his lover.

"Morzan? Can you talk to me? How are you feeling?" He asked, a hint of nervousness and concern in his voice.

[overlordmorzan]

He spaced out for some time, looking distantly to the ceiling before Galbatorix’s voice brought him back to the bedroom. He turned his face to him, trying to work together an answer but then he would forget the question. Where was he?

Despite his confusion, he remained aware his husband was with him. How could something be wrong if they were together?

“You are… perfection,” he said faintly.

[glbtrx]

Galbatorix looked worried and frustrated at his lover. He was starting to speak better, but he didn't seem aware of what was happening to him. He held his hand tightly in his, kissing it. "Everything is gonna be alright, Morzan, I promise. Do you understand me? Everything is gonna be alright. I'm here with you."

Shruikan still had a lot of energy, but it seemed like something more was needed...

Galbatorix's gaze brightened slightly. Perhaps...? He stood up, glancing at Morzan. "I'll be right back." Then he entered one of the side doors of his room, starting to search through some drawers and compartments.

He smiled victoriously when he finally found it. He returned to Morzan with an elegant travel bottle in his hand. He uncorked it, sitting down next to him. "There. You will drink it in small sips, and little. It is faelnirv. It's strong, but it should help you to recover energy." With that, the king brought it to Morzan's lips, careful to place just a few drops in his mouth.

[overlordmorzan]

The substance tasted familiar. It brought forward memories of an elf… his master… The name Oromis shortly followed, and Morzan thought of learning to make it his way— the proper way, mind you. The current drink wasn’t BAD, but it wasn’t Oromis’ faelnirv. 

“Perhaps it will help you get through the winter.” Oromis had told the young man when Morzan had remarked with the lengthening nights, “It’s time to say farewell to regular depression and hello, seasonal depression!” Then sitting with him at the fire with his first glass of faelnirv, having a nice time comparing it to wines, he said to Oromis, “You’re the only one to really care. You’re the only one who ever will.”

“Absolutely not. It might take longer than you would like, but you have all the time in the world.”

“Wonderful, an infinite amount of time to be miserable. I wish I were an elf.”

“An elf? Why? You’re an excellent swordsman and an inspiring magician. You don’t need to be an elf.”

“Elves are desired.”

“One day you’ll have a wife or a man who will love you exactly as you are. And when you find them you’ll feel silly for ever thinking it could be any other way.”

“Do you like men, Master?”

“I would never choose a partner based off something so very shallow. I advise you to think about that— the perversion of humans is a great flaw. Would you want someone to love you because of a sexual organ or because of who you are? It’s better to be loved than to be wanted. Only one can promise the other.”

Now returning his attention to Galbatorix with a refocus of his mismatched gaze, Morzan murmured as though still speaking to Oromis, “I found him.”

[glbtrx]

Galbatorix quickly put the canteen away when he saw him open his mouth to speak. Found who? He asked himself, but he did not say it. Morzan still didn't seem to be able to fully think, but at least he seemed to be recovering his strength, albeit slowly.

Shit, why is Lydia gone? I still need her!

Maybe he knew who to ask though. He didn't have much choice if he wanted Morzan to recover. "I'll be right back, iet hjarta. Stay awake for me." He whispered to him before standing up and grabbing the nearest mirror.

He pronounced the formula in the ancient language in a low and snappy voice, and in a few seconds his reflection transformed into that of an annoyed shade.

"Durza, I need your help."

@lordmorzan

[overlordmorzan]

“Oh, what is it now? Can it wait? I’m in the middle of a conference on the Varden’s supply trains.”

Morzan vaguely recognized this voice, but he couldn’t yet place it despite the many years of working with him. He turned onto his side, watching Galbatorix and thinking of nights spent wrapped in his embrace. Of a winter cabin made all of glass so they could watch the snow pour around them. To be alone without staff and magicians and guests was a luxury they had not indulged in enough. But what could be enough?

They had spent too much time apart. Too busy handling an ungrateful kingdom.

[glbtrx]

"It can't." Galbatorix said, already feeling his patience running out. "Your helper made a mess and now I need your knowledge of black magic to fix it. Look."

The king moved the mirror to frame Morzan's face, who was looking at him with dreamy eyes. "I'm giving him energy, but it's not enough. How can I make him recover? Lydia brought him back around a week ago. Hurry up, I don't want him to fall asleep."

@lordmorzan

[overlordmorzan]

Durza was speechless for a long moment. Had Lydia lost her mind? Why would she attempt anything as impossible as necromancy… and succeed? He hadn’t taught her this, nor would he have.

If it had been anyone else to become a necromancer, sure he would have celebrated it. But not her. Not her.

The Shade’s typically arrogant, snide, and annoyed countenance was now one of resigned despair. He had done so much to protect her, only for her to ensure her doom.

“His energy is directly linked to Lydia’s. And this is going to kill her.”

[glbtrx]

Galbatorix narrowed his eyes furiously, frowning. "I do not care about this, Durza! Think of something to save Morzan, or else!" The king instinctively squeezed his lover's hand, as if to confirm what he had said.

Lydia had been asking for it. She shouldn't have started something beyond her capabilities. But now that Morzan had a chance at life, Galbatorix could not just let him go again. He just couldn't. And if that would take the sorceress' life, then so it would be. Even if it took a thousand souls. If that would save Morzan, he would choose it.

@lordmorzan

[overlordmorzan]

Durza glared back, and moving out of the conference room he slammed the door behind him before exclaiming, “I don’t care about Morzan!!” He didn’t know what they could do, but he had to come up with something quickly. “Is Lydia well?” It was hard to know how severe the time limit was when he wasn’t there.

[glbtrx]

Galbatorix he got out of bed so as not to yell near Morzan. He didn't want to make his headache worse.

"I guess! She ran away in the very same moment problems showed up!" He growled. "You may not care about his life, but if he doesn't live, Lydia will die too. So you better hurry the fuck up and tell me what to do, Durza."

And if you have the courage to show yourself after the worse of the scenarios, your destiny won't be much different.

The king glanced at Morzan, checking his state.

Shruikan! Keep giving him energy! He ordered his dragon. Gods, he would kill everyone if Morzan didn't make it.

@lordmorzan

[overlordmorzan]

Through Durza’s anger and frustration growing, the mirror cracked and shattered.

Hearing those shards of glass hitting the floor, Morzan forced himself out of bed. Although he didn’t know what was going on, concern for his lover filled his heart.

Hmm… I don’t know… I feel a nap coming on, I think. replied Shruikan sinisterly.

“Galbatorix,” Morzan whispered, “My blood hurts.”

Shruikan pressed his thought into both men’s minds, What would you expect? It’s my blood after all. So what could they do about the fever? Hm…

[glbtrx]

Shit. Galbatorix cursed Durza, Shruikan, and Lydia in his mind. He approached Morzan and sat him on the bed again, looking at him with eyes full of compassion and sadness. He saw his lifelong lover, his soulmate, and the light in his irises was dim and weak, as if it could fade at any moment. Just the thought made him nauseating.

He hugged Morzan, trying to think of a solution as he gave up some of his energy for him. But he couldn't stop desperation to creep in his mind, making it hard to reflect clearly. He held him more tightly, closing his eyes. “Morzan...”

@lordmorzan

[overlordmorzan]

Would the inescapable pain burning inside him fade or would he be stuck with this feeling forever? he wondered, imagining how surely he would grow to resent being here if that became his truth. How terrible that was, when he should be happy to be in the king's arms again.

Of course that was assuming he survived very long like this. From the look in Galbatorix's eyes that didn't appear likely.

At least it felt good to be missed. To smell Galbatorix's hair. To hear his voice.

Morzan's hands felt like... static, but he lifted his arms to embrace Galbatorix in return, forehead pressed to his shoulder.

He tried to think harder about what death had been like. Trying to recall it now felt like trying to remember a forgotten name that was at the edge of his thoughts but out of reach and...

"Oh."

OH. Dear gods. Holy shit.

He separated from Galbatorix, returning to his feet, walking back and forth a few steps and back and forth, hand over his mouth thoughtfully. Remembering. Forgetting. Remembering.

He made his way to the king's writing desk, fumbling through drawers for ink and a page on which he recorded the Name of Names.

Breathing hard, he looked back to Galbatorix, and he spoke It.

[overlordmorzan]

@demiaseranmage

"I think I need help."

It was an understatement, but for a man like him it was no easy task to admit to needing anything from anyone else.

The door closed behind him, and white edged into his vision. He had to sit down. He brought a hand to his mouth, trying to conceal the blood he was coughing up as he sunk to the floor.

What a shitty day. Galbatorix couldn't know of this failure.

[demiaseranmage]

Elemmírë took a deep breath. She wasn’t expecting anything like a potentially fatal wound from anyone today, but especially Morzan. She takes her pillow from her bed and places it on the floor. She stretches Morzan out, and eases his head on top of the pillow. “How were you injured?” To Orlith she says, “I may need some of your assistance soon”

[overlordmorzan]

It took Morzan a moment to understand what she was asking; she was sounding farther away instead of closer. "Wild dragon," he replied breathlessly. Everything hurt. Every breath, every movement. "Not so easy to handle as Galbatorix would lead you to believe." he added, briefly laughing before it invoked greater pain.

[demiaseranmage]

She sighed maternally. “You’re such an idiot,” she said. “Now this is gonna hurt.“ she healed Morzan while singing a soft, lilting, lullaby type tune. She could feel Orlith humming high above Ilriea and lending Elemmírë her strength. When she had finished, she said to Morzan, “I will need to notify your Master. Oromis is your master, correct?”

[overlordmorzan]

He cringed, clenching his fists. He swore once, twice, under his breath… then managed to be quiet for the remainder of the treatment despite the nausea. “No! I mean, yes— he is— no, let’s… let’s not bother him with it. There’s simply no need for it.” replied Morzan.

The effort it took to sit up caused him to need to catch his breath before he looked to her again and continued, “What would it take to convince you to forget I was here, hm?” He smirked, trying to play down the severity of how much he did NOT need to be in trouble… again.

[overlordmorzan]

@demiaseranmage

"I think I need help."

It was an understatement, but for a man like him it was no easy task to admit to needing anything from anyone else.

The door closed behind him, and white edged into his vision. He had to sit down. He brought a hand to his mouth, trying to conceal the blood he was coughing up as he sunk to the floor.

What a shitty day. Galbatorix couldn't know of this failure.

[demiaseranmage]

Elemmírë took a deep breath. She wasn’t expecting anything like a potentially fatal wound from anyone today, but especially Morzan. She takes her pillow from her bed and places it on the floor. She stretches Morzan out, and eases his head on top of the pillow. “How were you injured?” To Orlith she says, “I may need some of your assistance soon”

[overlordmorzan]

It took Morzan a moment to understand what she was asking; she was sounding farther away instead of closer. "Wild dragon," he replied breathlessly. Everything hurt. Every breath, every movement. "Not so easy to handle as Galbatorix would lead you to believe." he added, briefly laughing before it invoked greater pain.

[overlordmorzan]

@demiaseranmage

"I think I need help."

It was an understatement, but for a man like him it was no easy task to admit to needing anything from anyone else.

The door closed behind him, and white edged into his vision. He had to sit down. He brought a hand to his mouth, trying to conceal the blood he was coughing up as he sunk to the floor.

What a shitty day. Galbatorix couldn't know of this failure.

[overlordmorzan]

“So many problems lead back to Morzan’s death. That’s the common factor—when the Empire started to fall apart. Without him Galbatorix doesn’t give a damn.” explained Durza. 

“How did you get roped into the job of five men?” Lydia asked. 

Her number was a random one for exaggeration, but her mentor corrected it flatly: “14, actually.” 

“Why were the Forsworn incompetent?” 

“I don’t have the time to get into that, I’m afraid. But… go ahead and ask the king, I’m sure he would love to talk about it.” 

Yeah right. “You’re… leaving again already?” He had hardly been back to Uru’baen Castle for a day to update Galbatorix on his findings and plans.

“The Eragon problem is time sensitive.” 

She pleaded to go with him, but gently then firmly he refused and tried to change the subject. “Perhaps upon my return you can show me the divination methods you’ve been working on.”

“Okay…” She smiled sadly as he touched a hand to hers. “Or… I could tell you about it while you travel.”

Durza sighed, bidding her farewell.

“It hurts to be so useless to you.” she mumbled as he had started for the door.

He paused. “You’re not.”

Then she was alone. Again. Moving from the sitting room to the bedroom to sulk, wondering if she couldn’t go because he didn’t want her to see him work. Did he still think anything grotesque or frightening would alter her high opinions of him?

After a nap she used an academic project to get her mind off it, working through translations of esoteric literature… until she happened upon an idea. A foolish, dangerous, wonderful idea. If she could resurrect Morzan… Durza would have more time for himself— and for her, if the attempt didn’t kill her immediately.

She was up the rest of the night, reading and meditating as her plan came together. 

“Your majesty! Your majesty! My liege!” she exclaimed, rushing into a kneel to the king when she located him in the morning. “Do you have a moment? Please?” she asked, but wasn’t sure how to go about her request other than to throw it out there. If nothing else it would be interesting to see his reaction. She stood, stepping closer. “I need. Dragon blood.”

@glbtrx

[overlordmorzan]

My king… my lover…

They were the only words he could find the energy to string together in his mind as he tried to focus on Galbatorix’s presence.

His gaze lowered to Galbatorix’s hand on him. His touch was… a miracle. It was hard to wrap his mind around being alive again, but he was coherent to the fact he had been dead. He had no clue how long, however. A week?

The magic sustained him, but his blood circulation was slow to catch up, and the movement through his body was uncomfortable at best and miserable every few moments. He had no choice but to endure it. 

He reached for his hand, needing him to know he knew well who he was, until he turned from him to expel a mouthful of blood that left him shaking and paler.

[glbtrx]

Shit. The king's eyebrows furrowed as Morzan vomited blood. He had to cure him. Now.

Galbatorix picked him up gently, careful not to shake him too much. He looked so weak, so vulnerable. The king's hands trembled slightly at the thought of losing him again. He couldn't bear it.

The ruler turned and quickly headed out of the tombs, saying: "Lydia, with me. Now!"

I can use the energy from the Eldunarya. That will make him better. I just have to keep him awake for now. He mustn't fall asleep. Or...

The Rider's gaze fell on the sick and exhausted face of his lover. His eyes softened, full of melancholy.

Or he could not wake up again.

He gripped his hand firmly as he climbed the stairs to exit the dungeons. With large and hasty steps he headed towards his rooms.

@overlordmorzan

[overlordmorzan]

“You know, it looks like my work here is done. You’ve got this from here, right? You can thank me later, when Durza is around actually…” Lydia said as she followed him up the stairs, eager for a path to run off into a different direction soon.

Morzan offered Galbatorix an apologetic look. He hated being so… fragile. So unlike himself. It made him wonder how long before he was dead again; how frustrating that he couldn’t use this new time granted to him to do anything important! Like KICK BROM’S FUCKING ASS or kiss his husband.

Lydia fled.

[glbtrx]

Galbatorix had every intention to shout in Lydia's face that if Morzan hadn't made it, he would have finished her, rather than thanked her. But for a moment his gaze was lost in Morzan's weak and frustrated one. He knew what he was thinking.

The king bent down to kiss him on the forehead, whispering: "It's going to be alright. iet hjarta. Resist for me.."

He didn't wait for a response to open the doors to his rooms.

[overlordmorzan]

Morzan was thinking more about his death, trying to remember every detail that made him all the more angrier— and then he remembered while trying and failing to reach him… his dragon was dead.

If Morzan recovered it would bring greater clarity to this isolation. To be apart from Mara was wrong, so wrong, and he felt sicker, anxious, furious.

How could he live without him?

Suddenly the maddening depth of Galbatorix’s grief for Jarnunvösk was understood.

[glbtrx]

These were not Galbatorix's first thoughts at all. All he cared about now was Morzan. The world could have been on fire, collapsing around them, and his mind would have been only for his lover.

The king approached the large, luxurious bed of his room to gently place Morzan on it. He sat on the side of it, taking Morzan's hand and preparing to give him energy. At the same time, he let his mind drift to find Shruikan's.

Shruikan. He coldly said to the mad dragon. I'll need your energy to recover Morzan. Don't try to protect your mind.

As he expected, the dragon didn't answer with words, but the rumble from the back of his mind told him that he understood. Like it or not, Shruikan's strength was at his disposal.

He squeezed Morzan's hand lightly in his, and slowly, delicately, so as not to upset him further, he began to transfer some of his energy to him.

@overlordmorzan

[overlordmorzan]

It was a good thing Lydia had persued using Shruikan’s blood for the necromancy. It made channeling his energy into him much easier. What Lydia hadn’t considered was what side effects for Morzan come from a mentally disturbed, enslaved dragon.

But for now it was an advantage. Morzan sighed, closing his eyes.

What is happening?

[glbtrx]

Galbatorix kept transfering Shruikan's energy into Morzan, at least until his complexion became a healthier color.

After a while he slowed down the process to focus on talking to his lover.

"Morzan? Can you talk to me? How are you feeling?" He asked, a hint of nervousness and concern in his voice.

[overlordmorzan]

He spaced out for some time, looking distantly to the ceiling before Galbatorix’s voice brought him back to the bedroom. He turned his face to him, trying to work together an answer but then he would forget the question. Where was he?

Despite his confusion, he remained aware his husband was with him. How could something be wrong if they were together?

“You are… perfection,” he said faintly.

[glbtrx]

Galbatorix looked worried and frustrated at his lover. He was starting to speak better, but he didn't seem aware of what was happening to him. He held his hand tightly in his, kissing it. "Everything is gonna be alright, Morzan, I promise. Do you understand me? Everything is gonna be alright. I'm here with you."

Shruikan still had a lot of energy, but it seemed like something more was needed...

Galbatorix's gaze brightened slightly. Perhaps...? He stood up, glancing at Morzan. "I'll be right back." Then he entered one of the side doors of his room, starting to search through some drawers and compartments.

He smiled victoriously when he finally found it. He returned to Morzan with an elegant travel bottle in his hand. He uncorked it, sitting down next to him. "There. You will drink it in small sips, and little. It is faelnirv. It's strong, but it should help you to recover energy." With that, the king brought it to Morzan's lips, careful to place just a few drops in his mouth.

[overlordmorzan]

The substance tasted familiar. It brought forward memories of an elf… his master… The name Oromis shortly followed, and Morzan thought of learning to make it his way— the proper way, mind you. The current drink wasn’t BAD, but it wasn’t Oromis’ faelnirv. 

“Perhaps it will help you get through the winter.” Oromis had told the young man when Morzan had remarked with the lengthening nights, “It’s time to say farewell to regular depression and hello, seasonal depression!” Then sitting with him at the fire with his first glass of faelnirv, having a nice time comparing it to wines, he said to Oromis, “You’re the only one to really care. You’re the only one who ever will.”

“Absolutely not. It might take longer than you would like, but you have all the time in the world.”

“Wonderful, an infinite amount of time to be miserable. I wish I were an elf.”

“An elf? Why? You’re an excellent swordsman and an inspiring magician. You don’t need to be an elf.”

“Elves are desired.”

“One day you’ll have a wife or a man who will love you exactly as you are. And when you find them you’ll feel silly for ever thinking it could be any other way.”

“Do you like men, Master?”

“I would never choose a partner based off something so very shallow. I advise you to think about that— the perversion of humans is a great flaw. Would you want someone to love you because of a sexual organ or because of who you are? It’s better to be loved than to be wanted. Only one can promise the other.”

Now returning his attention to Galbatorix with a refocus of his mismatched gaze, Morzan murmured as though still speaking to Oromis, “I found him.”

[glbtrx]

Galbatorix quickly put the canteen away when he saw him open his mouth to speak. Found who? He asked himself, but he did not say it. Morzan still didn't seem to be able to fully think, but at least he seemed to be recovering his strength, albeit slowly.

Shit, why is Lydia gone? I still need her!

Maybe he knew who to ask though. He didn't have much choice if he wanted Morzan to recover. "I'll be right back, iet hjarta. Stay awake for me." He whispered to him before standing up and grabbing the nearest mirror.

He pronounced the formula in the ancient language in a low and snappy voice, and in a few seconds his reflection transformed into that of an annoyed shade.

"Durza, I need your help."

@lordmorzan

[overlordmorzan]

“Oh, what is it now? Can it wait? I’m in the middle of a conference on the Varden’s supply trains.”

Morzan vaguely recognized this voice, but he couldn’t yet place it despite the many years of working with him. He turned onto his side, watching Galbatorix and thinking of nights spent wrapped in his embrace. Of a winter cabin made all of glass so they could watch the snow pour around them. To be alone without staff and magicians and guests was a luxury they had not indulged in enough. But what could be enough?

They had spent too much time apart. Too busy handling an ungrateful kingdom.

[glbtrx]

"It can't." Galbatorix said, already feeling his patience running out. "Your helper made a mess and now I need your knowledge of black magic to fix it. Look."

The king moved the mirror to frame Morzan's face, who was looking at him with dreamy eyes. "I'm giving him energy, but it's not enough. How can I make him recover? Lydia brought him back around a week ago. Hurry up, I don't want him to fall asleep."

@lordmorzan

[overlordmorzan]

Durza was speechless for a long moment. Had Lydia lost her mind? Why would she attempt anything as impossible as necromancy… and succeed? He hadn’t taught her this, nor would he have.

If it had been anyone else to become a necromancer, sure he would have celebrated it. But not her. Not her.

The Shade’s typically arrogant, snide, and annoyed countenance was now one of resigned despair. He had done so much to protect her, only for her to ensure her doom.

“His energy is directly linked to Lydia’s. And this is going to kill her.”

[glbtrx]

Galbatorix narrowed his eyes furiously, frowning. "I do not care about this, Durza! Think of something to save Morzan, or else!" The king instinctively squeezed his lover's hand, as if to confirm what he had said.

Lydia had been asking for it. She shouldn't have started something beyond her capabilities. But now that Morzan had a chance at life, Galbatorix could not just let him go again. He just couldn't. And if that would take the sorceress' life, then so it would be. Even if it took a thousand souls. If that would save Morzan, he would choose it.

@lordmorzan

[overlordmorzan]

Durza glared back, and moving out of the conference room he slammed the door behind him before exclaiming, “I don’t care about Morzan!!” He didn’t know what they could do, but he had to come up with something quickly. “Is Lydia well?” It was hard to know how severe the time limit was when he wasn’t there.

[glbtrx]

Galbatorix he got out of bed so as not to yell near Morzan. He didn't want to make his headache worse.

"I guess! She ran away in the very same moment problems showed up!" He growled. "You may not care about his life, but if he doesn't live, Lydia will die too. So you better hurry the fuck up and tell me what to do, Durza."

And if you have the courage to show yourself after the worse of the scenarios, your destiny won't be much different.

The king glanced at Morzan, checking his state.

Shruikan! Keep giving him energy! He ordered his dragon. Gods, he would kill everyone if Morzan didn't make it.

@lordmorzan

[overlordmorzan]

Through Durza’s anger and frustration growing, the mirror cracked and shattered.

Hearing those shards of glass hitting the floor, Morzan forced himself out of bed. Although he didn’t know what was going on, concern for his lover filled his heart.

Hmm… I don’t know… I feel a nap coming on, I think. replied Shruikan sinisterly.

“Galbatorix,” Morzan whispered, “My blood hurts.”

Shruikan pressed his thought into both men’s minds, What would you expect? It’s my blood after all. So what could they do about the fever? Hm…

[overlordmorzan]

“So many problems lead back to Morzan’s death. That’s the common factor—when the Empire started to fall apart. Without him Galbatorix doesn’t give a damn.” explained Durza. 

“How did you get roped into the job of five men?” Lydia asked. 

Her number was a random one for exaggeration, but her mentor corrected it flatly: “14, actually.” 

“Why were the Forsworn incompetent?” 

“I don’t have the time to get into that, I’m afraid. But… go ahead and ask the king, I’m sure he would love to talk about it.” 

Yeah right. “You’re… leaving again already?” He had hardly been back to Uru’baen Castle for a day to update Galbatorix on his findings and plans.

“The Eragon problem is time sensitive.” 

She pleaded to go with him, but gently then firmly he refused and tried to change the subject. “Perhaps upon my return you can show me the divination methods you’ve been working on.”

“Okay…” She smiled sadly as he touched a hand to hers. “Or… I could tell you about it while you travel.”

Durza sighed, bidding her farewell.

“It hurts to be so useless to you.” she mumbled as he had started for the door.

He paused. “You’re not.”

Then she was alone. Again. Moving from the sitting room to the bedroom to sulk, wondering if she couldn’t go because he didn’t want her to see him work. Did he still think anything grotesque or frightening would alter her high opinions of him?

After a nap she used an academic project to get her mind off it, working through translations of esoteric literature… until she happened upon an idea. A foolish, dangerous, wonderful idea. If she could resurrect Morzan… Durza would have more time for himself— and for her, if the attempt didn’t kill her immediately.

She was up the rest of the night, reading and meditating as her plan came together. 

“Your majesty! Your majesty! My liege!” she exclaimed, rushing into a kneel to the king when she located him in the morning. “Do you have a moment? Please?” she asked, but wasn’t sure how to go about her request other than to throw it out there. If nothing else it would be interesting to see his reaction. She stood, stepping closer. “I need. Dragon blood.”

@glbtrx

[overlordmorzan]

My king… my lover…

They were the only words he could find the energy to string together in his mind as he tried to focus on Galbatorix’s presence.

His gaze lowered to Galbatorix’s hand on him. His touch was… a miracle. It was hard to wrap his mind around being alive again, but he was coherent to the fact he had been dead. He had no clue how long, however. A week?

The magic sustained him, but his blood circulation was slow to catch up, and the movement through his body was uncomfortable at best and miserable every few moments. He had no choice but to endure it. 

He reached for his hand, needing him to know he knew well who he was, until he turned from him to expel a mouthful of blood that left him shaking and paler.

[glbtrx]

Shit. The king's eyebrows furrowed as Morzan vomited blood. He had to cure him. Now.

Galbatorix picked him up gently, careful not to shake him too much. He looked so weak, so vulnerable. The king's hands trembled slightly at the thought of losing him again. He couldn't bear it.

The ruler turned and quickly headed out of the tombs, saying: "Lydia, with me. Now!"

I can use the energy from the Eldunarya. That will make him better. I just have to keep him awake for now. He mustn't fall asleep. Or...

The Rider's gaze fell on the sick and exhausted face of his lover. His eyes softened, full of melancholy.

Or he could not wake up again.

He gripped his hand firmly as he climbed the stairs to exit the dungeons. With large and hasty steps he headed towards his rooms.

@overlordmorzan

[overlordmorzan]

“You know, it looks like my work here is done. You’ve got this from here, right? You can thank me later, when Durza is around actually…” Lydia said as she followed him up the stairs, eager for a path to run off into a different direction soon.

Morzan offered Galbatorix an apologetic look. He hated being so… fragile. So unlike himself. It made him wonder how long before he was dead again; how frustrating that he couldn’t use this new time granted to him to do anything important! Like KICK BROM’S FUCKING ASS or kiss his husband.

Lydia fled.

[glbtrx]

Galbatorix had every intention to shout in Lydia's face that if Morzan hadn't made it, he would have finished her, rather than thanked her. But for a moment his gaze was lost in Morzan's weak and frustrated one. He knew what he was thinking.

The king bent down to kiss him on the forehead, whispering: "It's going to be alright. iet hjarta. Resist for me.."

He didn't wait for a response to open the doors to his rooms.

[overlordmorzan]

Morzan was thinking more about his death, trying to remember every detail that made him all the more angrier— and then he remembered while trying and failing to reach him… his dragon was dead.

If Morzan recovered it would bring greater clarity to this isolation. To be apart from Mara was wrong, so wrong, and he felt sicker, anxious, furious.

How could he live without him?

Suddenly the maddening depth of Galbatorix’s grief for Jarnunvösk was understood.

[glbtrx]

These were not Galbatorix's first thoughts at all. All he cared about now was Morzan. The world could have been on fire, collapsing around them, and his mind would have been only for his lover.

The king approached the large, luxurious bed of his room to gently place Morzan on it. He sat on the side of it, taking Morzan's hand and preparing to give him energy. At the same time, he let his mind drift to find Shruikan's.

Shruikan. He coldly said to the mad dragon. I'll need your energy to recover Morzan. Don't try to protect your mind.

As he expected, the dragon didn't answer with words, but the rumble from the back of his mind told him that he understood. Like it or not, Shruikan's strength was at his disposal.

He squeezed Morzan's hand lightly in his, and slowly, delicately, so as not to upset him further, he began to transfer some of his energy to him.

@overlordmorzan

[overlordmorzan]

It was a good thing Lydia had persued using Shruikan’s blood for the necromancy. It made channeling his energy into him much easier. What Lydia hadn’t considered was what side effects for Morzan come from a mentally disturbed, enslaved dragon.

But for now it was an advantage. Morzan sighed, closing his eyes.

What is happening?

[glbtrx]

Galbatorix kept transfering Shruikan's energy into Morzan, at least until his complexion became a healthier color.

After a while he slowed down the process to focus on talking to his lover.

"Morzan? Can you talk to me? How are you feeling?" He asked, a hint of nervousness and concern in his voice.

[overlordmorzan]

He spaced out for some time, looking distantly to the ceiling before Galbatorix’s voice brought him back to the bedroom. He turned his face to him, trying to work together an answer but then he would forget the question. Where was he?

Despite his confusion, he remained aware his husband was with him. How could something be wrong if they were together?

“You are… perfection,” he said faintly.

[glbtrx]

Galbatorix looked worried and frustrated at his lover. He was starting to speak better, but he didn't seem aware of what was happening to him. He held his hand tightly in his, kissing it. "Everything is gonna be alright, Morzan, I promise. Do you understand me? Everything is gonna be alright. I'm here with you."

Shruikan still had a lot of energy, but it seemed like something more was needed...

Galbatorix's gaze brightened slightly. Perhaps...? He stood up, glancing at Morzan. "I'll be right back." Then he entered one of the side doors of his room, starting to search through some drawers and compartments.

He smiled victoriously when he finally found it. He returned to Morzan with an elegant travel bottle in his hand. He uncorked it, sitting down next to him. "There. You will drink it in small sips, and little. It is faelnirv. It's strong, but it should help you to recover energy." With that, the king brought it to Morzan's lips, careful to place just a few drops in his mouth.

[overlordmorzan]

The substance tasted familiar. It brought forward memories of an elf… his master… The name Oromis shortly followed, and Morzan thought of learning to make it his way— the proper way, mind you. The current drink wasn’t BAD, but it wasn’t Oromis’ faelnirv. 

“Perhaps it will help you get through the winter.” Oromis had told the young man when Morzan had remarked with the lengthening nights, “It’s time to say farewell to regular depression and hello, seasonal depression!” Then sitting with him at the fire with his first glass of faelnirv, having a nice time comparing it to wines, he said to Oromis, “You’re the only one to really care. You’re the only one who ever will.”

“Absolutely not. It might take longer than you would like, but you have all the time in the world.”

“Wonderful, an infinite amount of time to be miserable. I wish I were an elf.”

“An elf? Why? You’re an excellent swordsman and an inspiring magician. You don’t need to be an elf.”

“Elves are desired.”

“One day you’ll have a wife or a man who will love you exactly as you are. And when you find them you’ll feel silly for ever thinking it could be any other way.”

“Do you like men, Master?”

“I would never choose a partner based off something so very shallow. I advise you to think about that— the perversion of humans is a great flaw. Would you want someone to love you because of a sexual organ or because of who you are? It’s better to be loved than to be wanted. Only one can promise the other.”

Now returning his attention to Galbatorix with a refocus of his mismatched gaze, Morzan murmured as though still speaking to Oromis, “I found him.”

[glbtrx]

Galbatorix quickly put the canteen away when he saw him open his mouth to speak. Found who? He asked himself, but he did not say it. Morzan still didn't seem to be able to fully think, but at least he seemed to be recovering his strength, albeit slowly.

Shit, why is Lydia gone? I still need her!

Maybe he knew who to ask though. He didn't have much choice if he wanted Morzan to recover. "I'll be right back, iet hjarta. Stay awake for me." He whispered to him before standing up and grabbing the nearest mirror.

He pronounced the formula in the ancient language in a low and snappy voice, and in a few seconds his reflection transformed into that of an annoyed shade.

"Durza, I need your help."

@lordmorzan

[overlordmorzan]

“Oh, what is it now? Can it wait? I’m in the middle of a conference on the Varden’s supply trains.”

Morzan vaguely recognized this voice, but he couldn’t yet place it despite the many years of working with him. He turned onto his side, watching Galbatorix and thinking of nights spent wrapped in his embrace. Of a winter cabin made all of glass so they could watch the snow pour around them. To be alone without staff and magicians and guests was a luxury they had not indulged in enough. But what could be enough?

They had spent too much time apart. Too busy handling an ungrateful kingdom.

[glbtrx]

"It can't." Galbatorix said, already feeling his patience running out. "Your helper made a mess and now I need your knowledge of black magic to fix it. Look."

The king moved the mirror to frame Morzan's face, who was looking at him with dreamy eyes. "I'm giving him energy, but it's not enough. How can I make him recover? Lydia brought him back around a week ago. Hurry up, I don't want him to fall asleep."

@lordmorzan

[overlordmorzan]

Durza was speechless for a long moment. Had Lydia lost her mind? Why would she attempt anything as impossible as necromancy… and succeed? He hadn’t taught her this, nor would he have.

If it had been anyone else to become a necromancer, sure he would have celebrated it. But not her. Not her.

The Shade’s typically arrogant, snide, and annoyed countenance was now one of resigned despair. He had done so much to protect her, only for her to ensure her doom.

“His energy is directly linked to Lydia’s. And this is going to kill her.”

[glbtrx]

Galbatorix narrowed his eyes furiously, frowning. "I do not care about this, Durza! Think of something to save Morzan, or else!" The king instinctively squeezed his lover's hand, as if to confirm what he had said.

Lydia had been asking for it. She shouldn't have started something beyond her capabilities. But now that Morzan had a chance at life, Galbatorix could not just let him go again. He just couldn't. And if that would take the sorceress' life, then so it would be. Even if it took a thousand souls. If that would save Morzan, he would choose it.

@lordmorzan

[overlordmorzan]

Durza glared back, and moving out of the conference room he slammed the door behind him before exclaiming, “I don’t care about Morzan!!” He didn’t know what they could do, but he had to come up with something quickly. “Is Lydia well?” It was hard to know how severe the time limit was when he wasn’t there.

[overlordmorzan]

“So many problems lead back to Morzan’s death. That’s the common factor—when the Empire started to fall apart. Without him Galbatorix doesn’t give a damn.” explained Durza. 

“How did you get roped into the job of five men?” Lydia asked. 

Her number was a random one for exaggeration, but her mentor corrected it flatly: “14, actually.” 

“Why were the Forsworn incompetent?” 

“I don’t have the time to get into that, I’m afraid. But… go ahead and ask the king, I’m sure he would love to talk about it.” 

Yeah right. “You’re… leaving again already?” He had hardly been back to Uru’baen Castle for a day to update Galbatorix on his findings and plans.

“The Eragon problem is time sensitive.” 

She pleaded to go with him, but gently then firmly he refused and tried to change the subject. “Perhaps upon my return you can show me the divination methods you’ve been working on.”

“Okay…” She smiled sadly as he touched a hand to hers. “Or… I could tell you about it while you travel.”

Durza sighed, bidding her farewell.

“It hurts to be so useless to you.” she mumbled as he had started for the door.

He paused. “You’re not.”

Then she was alone. Again. Moving from the sitting room to the bedroom to sulk, wondering if she couldn’t go because he didn’t want her to see him work. Did he still think anything grotesque or frightening would alter her high opinions of him?

After a nap she used an academic project to get her mind off it, working through translations of esoteric literature… until she happened upon an idea. A foolish, dangerous, wonderful idea. If she could resurrect Morzan… Durza would have more time for himself— and for her, if the attempt didn’t kill her immediately.

She was up the rest of the night, reading and meditating as her plan came together. 

“Your majesty! Your majesty! My liege!” she exclaimed, rushing into a kneel to the king when she located him in the morning. “Do you have a moment? Please?” she asked, but wasn’t sure how to go about her request other than to throw it out there. If nothing else it would be interesting to see his reaction. She stood, stepping closer. “I need. Dragon blood.”

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[overlordmorzan]

My king… my lover…

They were the only words he could find the energy to string together in his mind as he tried to focus on Galbatorix’s presence.

His gaze lowered to Galbatorix’s hand on him. His touch was… a miracle. It was hard to wrap his mind around being alive again, but he was coherent to the fact he had been dead. He had no clue how long, however. A week?

The magic sustained him, but his blood circulation was slow to catch up, and the movement through his body was uncomfortable at best and miserable every few moments. He had no choice but to endure it. 

He reached for his hand, needing him to know he knew well who he was, until he turned from him to expel a mouthful of blood that left him shaking and paler.

[glbtrx]

Shit. The king's eyebrows furrowed as Morzan vomited blood. He had to cure him. Now.

Galbatorix picked him up gently, careful not to shake him too much. He looked so weak, so vulnerable. The king's hands trembled slightly at the thought of losing him again. He couldn't bear it.

The ruler turned and quickly headed out of the tombs, saying: "Lydia, with me. Now!"

I can use the energy from the Eldunarya. That will make him better. I just have to keep him awake for now. He mustn't fall asleep. Or...

The Rider's gaze fell on the sick and exhausted face of his lover. His eyes softened, full of melancholy.

Or he could not wake up again.

He gripped his hand firmly as he climbed the stairs to exit the dungeons. With large and hasty steps he headed towards his rooms.

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[overlordmorzan]

“You know, it looks like my work here is done. You’ve got this from here, right? You can thank me later, when Durza is around actually…” Lydia said as she followed him up the stairs, eager for a path to run off into a different direction soon.

Morzan offered Galbatorix an apologetic look. He hated being so… fragile. So unlike himself. It made him wonder how long before he was dead again; how frustrating that he couldn’t use this new time granted to him to do anything important! Like KICK BROM’S FUCKING ASS or kiss his husband.

Lydia fled.

[glbtrx]

Galbatorix had every intention to shout in Lydia's face that if Morzan hadn't made it, he would have finished her, rather than thanked her. But for a moment his gaze was lost in Morzan's weak and frustrated one. He knew what he was thinking.

The king bent down to kiss him on the forehead, whispering: "It's going to be alright. iet hjarta. Resist for me.."

He didn't wait for a response to open the doors to his rooms.

[overlordmorzan]

Morzan was thinking more about his death, trying to remember every detail that made him all the more angrier— and then he remembered while trying and failing to reach him… his dragon was dead.

If Morzan recovered it would bring greater clarity to this isolation. To be apart from Mara was wrong, so wrong, and he felt sicker, anxious, furious.

How could he live without him?

Suddenly the maddening depth of Galbatorix’s grief for Jarnunvösk was understood.

[glbtrx]

These were not Galbatorix's first thoughts at all. All he cared about now was Morzan. The world could have been on fire, collapsing around them, and his mind would have been only for his lover.

The king approached the large, luxurious bed of his room to gently place Morzan on it. He sat on the side of it, taking Morzan's hand and preparing to give him energy. At the same time, he let his mind drift to find Shruikan's.

Shruikan. He coldly said to the mad dragon. I'll need your energy to recover Morzan. Don't try to protect your mind.

As he expected, the dragon didn't answer with words, but the rumble from the back of his mind told him that he understood. Like it or not, Shruikan's strength was at his disposal.

He squeezed Morzan's hand lightly in his, and slowly, delicately, so as not to upset him further, he began to transfer some of his energy to him.

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[overlordmorzan]

It was a good thing Lydia had persued using Shruikan’s blood for the necromancy. It made channeling his energy into him much easier. What Lydia hadn’t considered was what side effects for Morzan come from a mentally disturbed, enslaved dragon.

But for now it was an advantage. Morzan sighed, closing his eyes.

What is happening?

[glbtrx]

Galbatorix kept transfering Shruikan's energy into Morzan, at least until his complexion became a healthier color.

After a while he slowed down the process to focus on talking to his lover.

"Morzan? Can you talk to me? How are you feeling?" He asked, a hint of nervousness and concern in his voice.

[overlordmorzan]

He spaced out for some time, looking distantly to the ceiling before Galbatorix’s voice brought him back to the bedroom. He turned his face to him, trying to work together an answer but then he would forget the question. Where was he?

Despite his confusion, he remained aware his husband was with him. How could something be wrong if they were together?

“You are… perfection,” he said faintly.

[glbtrx]

Galbatorix looked worried and frustrated at his lover. He was starting to speak better, but he didn't seem aware of what was happening to him. He held his hand tightly in his, kissing it. "Everything is gonna be alright, Morzan, I promise. Do you understand me? Everything is gonna be alright. I'm here with you."

Shruikan still had a lot of energy, but it seemed like something more was needed...

Galbatorix's gaze brightened slightly. Perhaps...? He stood up, glancing at Morzan. "I'll be right back." Then he entered one of the side doors of his room, starting to search through some drawers and compartments.

He smiled victoriously when he finally found it. He returned to Morzan with an elegant travel bottle in his hand. He uncorked it, sitting down next to him. "There. You will drink it in small sips, and little. It is faelnirv. It's strong, but it should help you to recover energy." With that, the king brought it to Morzan's lips, careful to place just a few drops in his mouth.

[overlordmorzan]

The substance tasted familiar. It brought forward memories of an elf… his master… The name Oromis shortly followed, and Morzan thought of learning to make it his way— the proper way, mind you. The current drink wasn’t BAD, but it wasn’t Oromis’ faelnirv. 

“Perhaps it will help you get through the winter.” Oromis had told the young man when Morzan had remarked with the lengthening nights, “It’s time to say farewell to regular depression and hello, seasonal depression!” Then sitting with him at the fire with his first glass of faelnirv, having a nice time comparing it to wines, he said to Oromis, “You’re the only one to really care. You’re the only one who ever will.”

“Absolutely not. It might take longer than you would like, but you have all the time in the world.”

“Wonderful, an infinite amount of time to be miserable. I wish I were an elf.”

“An elf? Why? You’re an excellent swordsman and an inspiring magician. You don’t need to be an elf.”

“Elves are desired.”

“One day you’ll have a wife or a man who will love you exactly as you are. And when you find them you’ll feel silly for ever thinking it could be any other way.”

“Do you like men, Master?”

“I would never choose a partner based off something so very shallow. I advise you to think about that— the perversion of humans is a great flaw. Would you want someone to love you because of a sexual organ or because of who you are? It’s better to be loved than to be wanted. Only one can promise the other.”

Now returning his attention to Galbatorix with a refocus of his mismatched gaze, Morzan murmured as though still speaking to Oromis, “I found him.”

[glbtrx]

Galbatorix quickly put the canteen away when he saw him open his mouth to speak. Found who? He asked himself, but he did not say it. Morzan still didn't seem to be able to fully think, but at least he seemed to be recovering his strength, albeit slowly.

Shit, why is Lydia gone? I still need her!

Maybe he knew who to ask though. He didn't have much choice if he wanted Morzan to recover. "I'll be right back, iet hjarta. Stay awake for me." He whispered to him before standing up and grabbing the nearest mirror.

He pronounced the formula in the ancient language in a low and snappy voice, and in a few seconds his reflection transformed into that of an annoyed shade.

"Durza, I need your help."

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[overlordmorzan]

“Oh, what is it now? Can it wait? I’m in the middle of a conference on the Varden’s supply trains.”

Morzan vaguely recognized this voice, but he couldn’t yet place it despite the many years of working with him. He turned onto his side, watching Galbatorix and thinking of nights spent wrapped in his embrace. Of a winter cabin made all of glass so they could watch the snow pour around them. To be alone without staff and magicians and guests was a luxury they had not indulged in enough. But what could be enough?

They had spent too much time apart. Too busy handling an ungrateful kingdom.

[glbtrx]

"It can't." Galbatorix said, already feeling his patience running out. "Your helper made a mess and now I need your knowledge of black magic to fix it. Look."

The king moved the mirror to frame Morzan's face, who was looking at him with dreamy eyes. "I'm giving him energy, but it's not enough. How can I make him recover? Lydia brought him back around a week ago. Hurry up, I don't want him to fall asleep."

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[overlordmorzan]

Durza was speechless for a long moment. Had Lydia lost her mind? Why would she attempt anything as impossible as necromancy… and succeed? He hadn’t taught her this, nor would he have.

If it had been anyone else to become a necromancer, sure he would have celebrated it. But not her. Not her.

The Shade’s typically arrogant, snide, and annoyed countenance was now one of resigned despair. He had done so much to protect her, only for her to ensure her doom.

“His energy is directly linked to Lydia’s. And this is going to kill her.”

[overlordmorzan]

“So many problems lead back to Morzan’s death. That’s the common factor—when the Empire started to fall apart. Without him Galbatorix doesn’t give a damn.” explained Durza. 

“How did you get roped into the job of five men?” Lydia asked. 

Her number was a random one for exaggeration, but her mentor corrected it flatly: “14, actually.” 

“Why were the Forsworn incompetent?” 

“I don’t have the time to get into that, I’m afraid. But… go ahead and ask the king, I’m sure he would love to talk about it.” 

Yeah right. “You’re… leaving again already?” He had hardly been back to Uru’baen Castle for a day to update Galbatorix on his findings and plans.

“The Eragon problem is time sensitive.” 

She pleaded to go with him, but gently then firmly he refused and tried to change the subject. “Perhaps upon my return you can show me the divination methods you’ve been working on.”

“Okay…” She smiled sadly as he touched a hand to hers. “Or… I could tell you about it while you travel.”

Durza sighed, bidding her farewell.

“It hurts to be so useless to you.” she mumbled as he had started for the door.

He paused. “You’re not.”

Then she was alone. Again. Moving from the sitting room to the bedroom to sulk, wondering if she couldn’t go because he didn’t want her to see him work. Did he still think anything grotesque or frightening would alter her high opinions of him?

After a nap she used an academic project to get her mind off it, working through translations of esoteric literature… until she happened upon an idea. A foolish, dangerous, wonderful idea. If she could resurrect Morzan… Durza would have more time for himself— and for her, if the attempt didn’t kill her immediately.

She was up the rest of the night, reading and meditating as her plan came together. 

“Your majesty! Your majesty! My liege!” she exclaimed, rushing into a kneel to the king when she located him in the morning. “Do you have a moment? Please?” she asked, but wasn’t sure how to go about her request other than to throw it out there. If nothing else it would be interesting to see his reaction. She stood, stepping closer. “I need. Dragon blood.”

@glbtrx

[overlordmorzan]

My king… my lover…

They were the only words he could find the energy to string together in his mind as he tried to focus on Galbatorix’s presence.

His gaze lowered to Galbatorix’s hand on him. His touch was… a miracle. It was hard to wrap his mind around being alive again, but he was coherent to the fact he had been dead. He had no clue how long, however. A week?

The magic sustained him, but his blood circulation was slow to catch up, and the movement through his body was uncomfortable at best and miserable every few moments. He had no choice but to endure it. 

He reached for his hand, needing him to know he knew well who he was, until he turned from him to expel a mouthful of blood that left him shaking and paler.

[glbtrx]

Shit. The king's eyebrows furrowed as Morzan vomited blood. He had to cure him. Now.

Galbatorix picked him up gently, careful not to shake him too much. He looked so weak, so vulnerable. The king's hands trembled slightly at the thought of losing him again. He couldn't bear it.

The ruler turned and quickly headed out of the tombs, saying: "Lydia, with me. Now!"

I can use the energy from the Eldunarya. That will make him better. I just have to keep him awake for now. He mustn't fall asleep. Or...

The Rider's gaze fell on the sick and exhausted face of his lover. His eyes softened, full of melancholy.

Or he could not wake up again.

He gripped his hand firmly as he climbed the stairs to exit the dungeons. With large and hasty steps he headed towards his rooms.

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[overlordmorzan]

“You know, it looks like my work here is done. You’ve got this from here, right? You can thank me later, when Durza is around actually…” Lydia said as she followed him up the stairs, eager for a path to run off into a different direction soon.

Morzan offered Galbatorix an apologetic look. He hated being so… fragile. So unlike himself. It made him wonder how long before he was dead again; how frustrating that he couldn’t use this new time granted to him to do anything important! Like KICK BROM’S FUCKING ASS or kiss his husband.

Lydia fled.

[glbtrx]

Galbatorix had every intention to shout in Lydia's face that if Morzan hadn't made it, he would have finished her, rather than thanked her. But for a moment his gaze was lost in Morzan's weak and frustrated one. He knew what he was thinking.

The king bent down to kiss him on the forehead, whispering: "It's going to be alright. iet hjarta. Resist for me.."

He didn't wait for a response to open the doors to his rooms.

[overlordmorzan]

Morzan was thinking more about his death, trying to remember every detail that made him all the more angrier— and then he remembered while trying and failing to reach him… his dragon was dead.

If Morzan recovered it would bring greater clarity to this isolation. To be apart from Mara was wrong, so wrong, and he felt sicker, anxious, furious.

How could he live without him?

Suddenly the maddening depth of Galbatorix’s grief for Jarnunvösk was understood.

[glbtrx]

These were not Galbatorix's first thoughts at all. All he cared about now was Morzan. The world could have been on fire, collapsing around them, and his mind would have been only for his lover.

The king approached the large, luxurious bed of his room to gently place Morzan on it. He sat on the side of it, taking Morzan's hand and preparing to give him energy. At the same time, he let his mind drift to find Shruikan's.

Shruikan. He coldly said to the mad dragon. I'll need your energy to recover Morzan. Don't try to protect your mind.

As he expected, the dragon didn't answer with words, but the rumble from the back of his mind told him that he understood. Like it or not, Shruikan's strength was at his disposal.

He squeezed Morzan's hand lightly in his, and slowly, delicately, so as not to upset him further, he began to transfer some of his energy to him.

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[overlordmorzan]

It was a good thing Lydia had persued using Shruikan’s blood for the necromancy. It made channeling his energy into him much easier. What Lydia hadn’t considered was what side effects for Morzan come from a mentally disturbed, enslaved dragon.

But for now it was an advantage. Morzan sighed, closing his eyes.

What is happening?

[glbtrx]

Galbatorix kept transfering Shruikan's energy into Morzan, at least until his complexion became a healthier color.

After a while he slowed down the process to focus on talking to his lover.

"Morzan? Can you talk to me? How are you feeling?" He asked, a hint of nervousness and concern in his voice.

[overlordmorzan]

He spaced out for some time, looking distantly to the ceiling before Galbatorix’s voice brought him back to the bedroom. He turned his face to him, trying to work together an answer but then he would forget the question. Where was he?

Despite his confusion, he remained aware his husband was with him. How could something be wrong if they were together?

“You are… perfection,” he said faintly.

[glbtrx]

Galbatorix looked worried and frustrated at his lover. He was starting to speak better, but he didn't seem aware of what was happening to him. He held his hand tightly in his, kissing it. "Everything is gonna be alright, Morzan, I promise. Do you understand me? Everything is gonna be alright. I'm here with you."

Shruikan still had a lot of energy, but it seemed like something more was needed...

Galbatorix's gaze brightened slightly. Perhaps...? He stood up, glancing at Morzan. "I'll be right back." Then he entered one of the side doors of his room, starting to search through some drawers and compartments.

He smiled victoriously when he finally found it. He returned to Morzan with an elegant travel bottle in his hand. He uncorked it, sitting down next to him. "There. You will drink it in small sips, and little. It is faelnirv. It's strong, but it should help you to recover energy." With that, the king brought it to Morzan's lips, careful to place just a few drops in his mouth.

[overlordmorzan]

The substance tasted familiar. It brought forward memories of an elf… his master… The name Oromis shortly followed, and Morzan thought of learning to make it his way— the proper way, mind you. The current drink wasn’t BAD, but it wasn’t Oromis’ faelnirv. 

“Perhaps it will help you get through the winter.” Oromis had told the young man when Morzan had remarked with the lengthening nights, “It’s time to say farewell to regular depression and hello, seasonal depression!” Then sitting with him at the fire with his first glass of faelnirv, having a nice time comparing it to wines, he said to Oromis, “You’re the only one to really care. You’re the only one who ever will.”

“Absolutely not. It might take longer than you would like, but you have all the time in the world.”

“Wonderful, an infinite amount of time to be miserable. I wish I were an elf.”

“An elf? Why? You’re an excellent swordsman and an inspiring magician. You don’t need to be an elf.”

“Elves are desired.”

“One day you’ll have a wife or a man who will love you exactly as you are. And when you find them you’ll feel silly for ever thinking it could be any other way.”

“Do you like men, Master?”

“I would never choose a partner based off something so very shallow. I advise you to think about that— the perversion of humans is a great flaw. Would you want someone to love you because of a sexual organ or because of who you are? It’s better to be loved than to be wanted. Only one can promise the other.”

Now returning his attention to Galbatorix with a refocus of his mismatched gaze, Morzan murmured as though still speaking to Oromis, “I found him.”

[glbtrx]

Galbatorix quickly put the canteen away when he saw him open his mouth to speak. Found who? He asked himself, but he did not say it. Morzan still didn't seem to be able to fully think, but at least he seemed to be recovering his strength, albeit slowly.

Shit, why is Lydia gone? I still need her!

Maybe he knew who to ask though. He didn't have much choice if he wanted Morzan to recover. "I'll be right back, iet hjarta. Stay awake for me." He whispered to him before standing up and grabbing the nearest mirror.

He pronounced the formula in the ancient language in a low and snappy voice, and in a few seconds his reflection transformed into that of an annoyed shade.

"Durza, I need your help."

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[overlordmorzan]

“Oh, what is it now? Can it wait? I’m in the middle of a conference on the Varden’s supply trains.”

Morzan vaguely recognized this voice, but he couldn’t yet place it despite the many years of working with him. He turned onto his side, watching Galbatorix and thinking of nights spent wrapped in his embrace. Of a winter cabin made all of glass so they could watch the snow pour around them. To be alone without staff and magicians and guests was a luxury they had not indulged in enough. But what could be enough?

They had spent too much time apart. Too busy handling an ungrateful kingdom.