#;mpxmorrigan

[mperosx]

❛ maybe it’s not … actually all that bad . ❜

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Eros sighs as he thinks about it a little more. It's not a terrible thing, no, but doesn't it more than mildly change everything about how his life is going? Yes. Is he ready for it? Yes. But the question of how... now that's what has him thinking hard on things. "Well, no, adoption is not that bad. Not bad at all. I just don't know if she'll be down for it. We could have our own but.." he trails off thinking on that too. He'd give her children of their own making but there's so much risk there. "There's not enough research on what the crossing of our powers might do." There's a sadness there when he says it that speaks to his want for his own child with her- a little downward pull at the corner of his lips. Eros' two colored eyes lift to the goddess again and he pushes it down to form that classic grin of his back in the space of where sadness was. "I'll talk to her about it soon. I think she's coming back from her spa session momentarily and then we can pack up and head back to Mount Phoenix. I'll let you know when we make it home."

[mperosx]

“ i’ll be here. when you’re ready to talk. ”

more prompts for your feels {{ No Longer Accepting }}

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She speaks and Eros doesn't react for a second, mentally gathering if he even wants to talk about it. He's known for a while now but has said nothing of it to anyone save for Amaterasu and only because she herself knows more. Shrugging a bit he does finally reply to her and resumes packing up some things from the storage unit he was digging around in. This isn't their realm but he came to gather some things that are needed from this side of the world. "I don't image there's much to talk about. But if you want to I suppose I can."

[mperosx]

NIGHTMARE!

[[ Halloween-ish Starter Prompts - No Longer Accepting ]]

send me NIGHTMARE! for a starter where my character suddenly wakes up from a bad dream.

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  He’s dozing lightly amid the security of the library, the volumes of the histories of gods and man and monsters a cocoon around his little space. Open and writing side down on his chest is an older volume of text. So old that it is written on papyrus and the wisp of his shallow breathing flutters it just a little. It’s some ancient account of a long-deceased queen, a brave woman who dared to rule. How interesting that humans thought her somewhat mad for her claims of being the daughter of a divine being when she was not entirely wrong.

  As his slumber deepens the god slips into the realm of dreams. They’re fragmented and vivid, like buried memories. They halfway are memories enhanced with wishful thinking and woven with the account he just read. Flashes of bright gold and burning sands, skin in a range of beautiful shades painted with crushed then refined pigments in a physical show of status. Ah yes, he remembers such things from his travels. The flashes turn sour though; recollections of bitter arguments and betrayals among servants and royalty, of the evidence of an improper coupling, stolen and “given to back to the gods”. Barely begun under a watching moon a first sound cut short.

  Eros’ body flinches, a hypnic jerk then his eyes snap open. The harsh light that should blind him is blocked by the silhouette of someone he knows is altogether not a nightmare.

   “Morrigan, my apologies.”

[mperosx]

“Aphrodite's a bitch, we all know that. Even she knows that.”

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  “She’s not a bitch,” Eros says dismissing the idea as quickly as he dismisses the outfit in the glossy magazine he is looking at. The god doesn’t have some fierce allegiance to Aphrodite, despite their (fake af) familiar ties- no, he merely knows the truth of the matter.

  “A bitch is callous and calculating and often knows exactly why their actions make life a living hell for those they affect. My dear sainted mother is not nearly so cognitive.”

   His long fingers carefully turn another page as he adds, “Besides, what a horrible word to attach to any woman. They are superior in design.”

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A Heartfelt Welcome// Dagda/Morrigan

[ @mpxmorrigan cont. ]

“Dagda~”

He was stunned, seeing the goddess after so many centuries. Dagda never got to see her after he was slain; this being the first time since he was killed. Closing the door, he slowly walked up to her with that gentle smile that welcomed her.

“It’s been so long..You haven’t changed much at all.”

Dagda kneeled down in front of Morrigan, face leveled with hers while he reached to tuck some hair behind her ear. She was a sight to behold, something so beautiful that was brought up and rivaled the most beautiful of blossoms.

“You must’ve found out I was coming didn’t you? You know I’ve waited too long to see you again.”

Dagda chuckled softly, leaning in to press a gentle but romantic kiss to Morrigan’s soft, ruby lips. It had been too long. He longed to be reunited with his lover again.

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A Heartfelt Welcome // Dagda/Morrigan

[ @mpxmorrigan ]

He had only been around for a day now, the cool winter air causing his breath to billow our like small clouds. Dagda didn’t mind the cold, seeing that he could change it with his harp; but for now the weather was nice. So far, he had met his daughter who also was an officer. Maybe she does take after him.

Finally making his way to the glass doors of the Mount Phoenix Police Department, he smiled as he was greeted by his colleagues. Walking past the Chief’s office and around the corner to his large office with the sleek, metal plating on the door that read;

‘DAGDA, Head Officer; MPPD’

Letting out a gentle sigh, he opened his door and walked in. It was quiet until he froze. Gripping to the doorknob, he managed to look in front of him to his desk where...laying across the oak desktop was a familiar face. A very beautiful, familiar face at that. A wide smile curled his lips up as he immediately walked over to her.

“Mórrigan..”

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A Beautiful Night // Phob & Morrigan

{ @mpxmorrigan }

The time had finally came, the multiple gods and demigods mixed and melded into a large crowd that slowly walked up the marble stairs into the large building where the summer Gala was being held. Beautiful women and handsome men made their way into the heart of the event to mingle and chat over drinks and food. It would be the most eventful night yet.

Icelus waited until most of the people were through the door, waiting at the bottom of the steps, dressed sharply with the gold accents on his sleeves that shone in the light. He looked around until he saw the beautiful and dazzling sight of the familiar goddess coming towards him. A smile grew on his softened face and he walked over to greet her.

She looked beautiful; enthralling and breathtaking in the long, flowing black dress she wore with the hints of gold jewelry she wore. Surely she could kill with her looks. Taking her hand carefully in his hand, he brought it up and kissed her hand.

“You look beautiful tonight dear Morrigan. I’m honoured to be with you tonight.”

Pulling his hand that was hidden behind his back, he gave her a bouquet of dark red roses; the petals soft and beautifully bloomed. His own gaze was soft as he watched for her reaction; his smile was gentle but also quite handsome with his sharp features and neat hair.

“I hope I can make this a night to remember for both of us. May I?”

[mperosx]

Errand Boy || Morrigan&Eros

continued from (here), @mpxmorrigan

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  At her cool dismissal of the issue of knocking Eros relaxes, a little smile decorating his face as he steps over the threshold of her office. The space was full of her energy- strong and stoic- and the nature of it sent a calm into him. Due to the differences in their ways, Eros had very rarely seen much of the goddess aside from her form moving easily around the gym as he made his visits three times a week for more intense workouts that he couldn’t get from home, or from work. A dancer has to keep up with physical activity!

  “Ah thank you,” he says as he walks closer before stopping a little ways from her space. “But what could they have for the likes of me?”

 Eros is curious about it, having very mixed feelings regarding the council due to not knowing much of it yet and hearing only snippets of things from others. To stave off this uncertainty he bounces lightly on his feet, legs still warm from his light morning jog, and discreetly lets his eyes wander around her office at it’s set up. Age is never anything that thwarts the god’s nature to investigate his surroundings to see if there was anything he might like in them. Aside from the goddess herself, Eros is drawn to the various knick-knacks, books, and arrangement of things.

  “Your office...it’s so….nice!”