Do not conflate darkness with evil.

A roleplay blog for Morgana the Fallen, from League of Legends.

[sinfully-succulent]

The darkin growls lowly.. or was he purring at her?

She places a hand on his stomach to try and feel his rumbles. She'd touch his chest, but he was much too tall for that.

"You're like a big angry cat."

[sinfully-succulent]

“So you’re constantly in pain...? I’m interested.”

“No disrespect meant to you, but I’m not interested in being a succubus’ dinner.”

[hate-spikes-deactivated20190607]

“Succubus? Please, Honey, I’m much more than that.” A grin formed on her perfectly crimson lips. “You have yet to answer my question, Sweetie.”

[sinfully-succulent]

“Emotionally and spiritually, yes.  Physically, no.  Although I like to inflict it sometimes to remind myself I was human once.”

[hate-spikes-deactivated20190607]

“Ah, a bit of a masochist, huh?” There was a pleased look upon the demons face as she thought for a moment. “Emotional and Spiritual are still tasty, the later is a lot rarer to find.” Her eyes seemingly lit up as she looked over Morgana. “I like you.”

[sinfully-succulent]

“Thank you.  Sometimes I like me too.” She stared at the other with a deadpan, mildly intimidating expression.  But at least she didn’t look disgusted or hateful.  Morgana had tussled with demons before.

“I’d rather you not try to eat my essence, but I do have some cookies with me.”

[sinfully-succulent]

“So you’re constantly in pain...? I’m interested.”

“No disrespect meant to you, but I’m not interested in being a succubus’ dinner.”

[hate-spikes-deactivated20190607]

“Succubus? Please, Honey, I’m much more than that.” A grin formed on her perfectly crimson lips. “You have yet to answer my question, Sweetie.”

[sinfully-succulent]

“Emotionally and spiritually, yes.  Physically, no.  Although I like to inflict it sometimes to remind myself I was human once.”

[sinfully-succulent]

“So you’re constantly in pain...? I’m interested.”

“No disrespect meant to you, but I’m not interested in being a succubus’ dinner.”

[sinfully-succulent]

"Must you be chummy with that monster?"

"...Which one?" She seemed genuinely confused.

[sinfully-succulent]

"Why bind yourself to our flaws?"

“That’s oddly specific for someone I’ve never met before.”

[summonersofruneterra]

Morgana - Proxy Xi

[summonersofruneterra]

Morgana x Morgana - Basic crotch

[summonersofruneterra]

Morgana - azalien

[rarts]

Pretty Morgana: League of Legends (LOL) game fanart  [Artist: Waltsy]

[noobhiyari]

[aquaxtic]

Holy I love this Morgana, she’s one of my main supps!

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[sinfully-succulent]

Continued from here

Morgana sat and listened to him in silence, save for the odd reactionary sound at any given point in his speech. She sneered at the word 'defiling' when used in description of her, but the brief irritation was quickly overrided by a soft laugh, seeming to find something funny in what he said. She could tell he was working himself up, she didn't even have to see his angry glowing core for that. Her claws brushed briefly down his horn, then back up again amd around, an attempt at soothing the bitter giant.

"I seek pity from no one," she addressed first, once it seemed he'd finished.

"You seem to think I have any interest at all in reconciling with my fellow Aspects. I don't. I barely knew any of them, save for my sister-- she's the one who seems to think she'll find truth within the mountains. I could care less of that. I don't bind myself and walk among mortals as some sort of martyr-- I do it so that I may experience what they do, see what they see, feel as they feel. Mortals may be shortsighted and ignorant, but I find that to be more trustworthy than the words of any god or deity. I can remove my chains any time I wish; and I will if the time to stand against my sister and hers ever arises. She'll break again, someday; and bring with her an unforgiving rain of holy fire. Until then, I find ways to entertain myself. Mortal pastimes prove to be quite exhilarating on occasion. Like cooking, and sexual debauchery."

[theworld-ender]

[twiddles fingers] they love… .

[jest-a-puppeteer]

"Here, have some muffins, remorseless harlequin."

[sinfully-succulent]

[sinfully-succulent]

The small boy would go over to the older woman and held up a picture he drew of her and him holding hands.

"That's absolutely adorable."

[sinfully-succulent]

The darkins head tilts to the side as he sniffs gently. “You smell of pastries.”

“Yes.  I bake a lot.  I wish you could eat my muffins.”

[theworld-ender]

“Hmn.. muffins?”

[sinfully-succulent]

“Muffins.” She held up a covered basket and pulled the cloth away to reveal an array of freshly baked muffins. Glowing eyes looked up at him hopefully.

“Feel free to try one. Who knows, maybe you can digest some human foods.”

[theworld-ender]

The darkin squints at the female. A large claw coming down to stab through a tiny muffin and lifting it daintily. At first he was unsure if he was capable. But despite his indifferent demeanor he wished to see the female happy.

He popped the pastry into his mouth, not bothering to remove the paper from it. As he ate it appeared that Aatrox didn’t think much of the muffin. But he had ate it for her. Even though he knew digestion of some foods was something he was incapable of. He hoped that later he would not suffer later for this.

“Interesting.”

[sinfully-succulent]

"Oh, you're not supposed to eat the wrapper, you know. Here, try another one," she insisted cheerily, unwrapping another blueberry muffin and holding it up to him with a warm smile. Morgana you're going to kill him stop.