#a morgling

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Transporting some precious cargo

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“Mine dear…wee flower…”

Some Papa Morgott and little Matilda art

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Morgott had just sunk into a large bath, looking forward to the chance to unwind a bit after a stressful week. He leaned back, closing his eyes contently as the warm water seeped into his bones.

It was short lived.

“Papa?” Came a small voice.

Morgott jolted, water sloshing out of the tub. He peered over the edge to see his small son: Maddox. The boy blinked up at him.

“What are you doing?” He asked, stepping on his toes to get closer.

Morgott took a breath to steady himself, sure he had latched the door. “Partaking in a bath.” He answered.

“I’ll help!” The little omen exclaimed excitedly, already pulling off his clothes.

“I am quite practiced in bathing mineself.” Morgott’s words fell on deaf ears as the boy scrambled up the tub side, “Have been successful for some time…”

He sighed as the small one fell into the water, whatever relaxation there was to be had no longer an option. He fished Maddox up to the surface, the boy a fit of giggles.

Morgott leaned back once more, watching as the boy played in the bubbles and splashed about. At least he was getting clean…

“This is fun!” Maddox smiled, clinging to Morgott’s arm to stay above water.

“Aye.” Morgott gave a soft smile, taking a rag to wash behind the little one’s ears.

“Papa.”

“Hm?”

“I gotta pee.”

Morgott scooped up the boy, gently placing him outside the tub.

Maddox dropped to all fours, shaking off like a dog. He send a spray of water and suds all over, before standing to scamper away, leaving sopping foot prints behind.

Morgott rubbed the bridge if his nose a bit.

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The Lady Tarnished playing with baby Maddox:

Lady Tarnished:*holding up the baby*

Lady Tarnished: Stinky!

Morgott: :(

Morgott: That tis cruel.

Lady Tarnished:*swaying the baby back and forth in the air*

Lady Tarnished: Stinky bastard man!

Morgott: Nay!!!

Petra:*from the hall* N-Naughty baby o…men boy!

Morgott:*distraught* NAAAAAAAYYYY!!!!!

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“Lulled to sleep by his father’s heartbeat, the tiny omen was calm. He had pointed ears and silvery white hair like Morgott’s,nose covered in dark freckles.

He was the most adorable thing Morgott had ever laid eyes on, that fact a bittersweetness in that moment.”

~Fear: dabble

Morgott holds his little son, Maddox

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Teething Troubles

Watercolors/colored pencil/gold acrylic

I wrote a short fluffy dabble to go with this painting:

Papa Morgott and baby Maddox

Maddox had just started to really crawl. The world opened up for him, so many new things to interact with and places to explore. Morgott had taken the little one on a walk with him, setting him down in a grassy place to move about while he himself rested on a stone bench.

As he watched the boy attempt to catch butterflies he drifted, warmed by the sun. Maddox crawled around his father’s feet, looking down into the grasses as he went. His head suddenly made contact with something, stopping him in his little tracks: his father’s cane.

His golden eyes focused on its base, sitting on his butt to free his small hands. This was a prize, an item his father had constantly so it must be coveted in some way. The wood also smelled, scents worn into its surface for years, detectable by his omen nose.

The boy reached out, feeling over the grooves for a moment. He surged forward and bit down on it, the surface giving ever so slightly under his sharp new fangs. The sensation felt good on his itching gums and freshly erupted teeth. The baby gave a gurgle, chewing happily.

Morgott jolted awake, rubbing the drowsiness from his face. He felt an odd vibration running through his cane, frowning. He shifted on the bench to look down. Maddox was still happily using the base as a teething toy.

Morgott gently pulled it free of him, the baby falling back on his butt. Maddox made an upset growl, reaching up.

Morgott softly bonked the little one on the head with the cane end, chuckling, “No biting mine cane.”

The little one huffed, reaching up for it again. Determined to a fault.

Morgott’s smile deepened, reaching down to scoop him easily up with one hand. “As undaunted as thy mother.” He murmured, bringing the little one closer to softly place his forehead again the other’s.

Maddox smiled widely, head bumping his father affectionately before grabbing at his horns. Morgott chuckled again, seeing the little one so focused. “Thee shall have thy own soon enough.” He looked to the little nubs on the baby’s head, “They are much less amusing by then.”

The boy paid little attention to his father’s words, instead totally engrossed in running his hands over the ridges of Morgott’s closest head horn.

He glanced up just in time to see Maddox leaning forward, mouth open. He pulled the boy a safe distance away, horns saved from the same treatment of his cane, chiding, “Nay!”

The baby fluffed up his fur with annoyance, attempting to pull himself up his father’s robes.

“Alloweth us receiveth thee back inside, find thee something suitable to chew, hm?” Morgott stood, smiling gently at the baby. They made their way back towards the castle.

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“She did most of raising us…Read us to sleep, kissed our scrapes…fed us…”

Some Nanny Petra and little Maddox

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Halig-Protector Barnabas