As a MarogttxTarnish shipper I have thought about everything in extensive detail about their lives including the 5 children have. This is the second born Priscilla. She goes onto study sorceries and later becomes a Carian Knight much to her parents distaste (or dismay in Morgott's case). She is convinced that she can bridge the gap between the two sides and so continues her pursuit. She is also the hairiest of the group with the longest tail of them all.
i would like to know some more about baby Barnabas. That drawing of him and Magnus is very funny
Here’s a little dabble of baby Barnabas with big brother Magnus and a cute doodle to go with:
Magnus crawled along the ground of the nursery, sneaking up to the edge of the crib. His young daughter, Minka, followed behind him. Magnus turned a bit, putting a finger over his lips to signal quiet.
Minka nodded.
He turned back to the cribside, rising up a bit to peek over the edge. His baby brother stirred a bit, clutching the blankets. Minka peered in beside her father.
Barnabas yawned, gummy mouth wide, rubbing his eyes before sitting up. Minka giggled a bit. The baby turned to look at them, already sporting a grumpy look.
“Why does he look so mad?” She asked, smiling.
“He’s full of rage.” Magnus explained, “But he’s so small it’s all condensed.”
While he was talking to Minka, Magnus failed to notice the baby crawl to the cribside. Barnabas pulled himself up, brandishing his wooden dragon toy. Magnus turned back just in time to get bonked square on the forehead.
He closed his eyes, wincing as the baby repeated the act, making Minka giggle harder. Magnus bared his teeth, leaning closer. Barnabas’s little face lit up with a little smile, reaching out with chubby hands. He grabbed fistfuls of his older brother’s fur.
“Ack!” Magnus pulled his head away, loosing some fur in the process.
Barnabas gurgled, waving around his prize.
“He’s too strong!” Magnus fell to the floor, dramatically, “Save yourself!”
Minka turned on her heels, running from the room with a small yelp. Barnabas, held the edge of the crib, bouncing excitedly as Magnus pretended to writhe in agony.
Twisted heartstrings was great! I love the family and your works. I find myself needing to know about Morgott and Matilda's relationship now
Thank you so much! I’m going to answer these together with a dabble!
This is similar to the Morgott/Magnus one but with Matilda instead
A Sturdy Flower
Elden Ring fic
Morgott/child oc
Fluffy dabble
Warnings: strong language, very mild mentions of conflict
Summary: Little snippets into the life between Morgott and his only daughter throughout the years
Morgott walked through the gardens, his two youngest children toddling away on chubby legs in front of him as he went. Magnus was much larger and more coordinated, having learned to walk a few months earlier than his twin. While Matilda had a harder time, being much smaller.
Morgott had noticed that the child frequently bumped into any obstacles when first learning. That fact worrying him. The Lady called the physician, also noticing that their daughter only turned her head in their vague direction.
After some tests and observations the physician pulled the parents aside. With a heavy heart he explained that while not completely blind, Matilda’s range of vision was low. He added that it may improve with age, but there was no way to know for certain…
Back in the gardens Morgott watched the twins toddle along. Magnus went boldly ahead, while Matilda was going straight on a collision course with one of the numerous statues.
Morgott reached out with the end of his cane, gently guiding her away and back on track. Once safe he allowed her to explore again on her own, with a soft smile.
He often guided her away from bumping into things. The toddler learned quickly that if she felt the end of her father’s cane, the way forward wasn’t safe, finding a new route without fuss.
If they were in areas the child was wholly unfamiliar with she would firmly hang onto her father’s tail, a habit that lasted for many years. Morgott didn’t mind the pulled fur, knowing that was a small price to pay to ensure his daughter felt secure while moving through new areas.
Years later~
The Lady Tarnished entered one of the sun rooms. The balcony doors were open, curtains drawn, allowing light and fresh air to pour in. Many plants were scattered about, and a large table and chairs occupied the center of the room.
Her small daughter, Matilda sat at the table, while Morgott sat on the floor to more easily be at the same level as their daughter. The two had recently started learning how to read braille together.
The Lady smiled, seeing both bent over a large, thick book. Their fingers ran over the lines together, murmuring their meaning back and forth.
“How are the lessons going?” She asked.
“Quite well.” Morgott nodded, pleased with their progress, glancing up.
Matilda’s face split in a big toothy smile, little fangs poking out. “I can read faster than Papa!” She announced loudly, pride seeping from her tone.
Morgott’s face flashed annoyance for a short moment, before cracking into a chuckle, “Aye…it’s true…”
“That’s good!” The Lady tarnished praised, “You are doing so well, Matilda.”
“She’s a bright little flower.” Morgott murmured, pride shining over his features. He softly ruffled the girl’s silvery hair, making her giggle as she tried to smooth it back to normal.
Many many years later~
Morgott heard a soft wrap of knuckles on his study door. “Thee may enter.” He called out, without looking up from his work. The door opened, the patter of footsteps up to his desk side to follow.
For a moment he thought it his wife, but glancing up he discovered his daughter, Matilda. She had grown into quite the young woman now: golden horns about her head in a pattern resembling her father’s, adorned in a white and gold dress, and wearing the royal seal about her neck. Her flightless wings sat folded neatly at her back as she held out some envelopes. Matilda had been working diligently as the GodLord’s Hand for some years now, taking great pride in her responsibilities.
“Mother sent these over.” She explained, adding, “She also wanted to remind you of that meeting at two o’clock.”
“Ah, mine thanks.” Morgott took the papers. He thumbed through them a bit before asking, “How late is the time?”
“One thirty four.” Matilda answered bluntly.
Morgott rushed to standing, completely had forgotten about the mentioned meeting.
Matilda knew he had, waiting patiently by the door as he hurried about to collect the needed paperwork.
Before he could leave she stopped him, instructing, “Bend down so I can see you.”
With a little grumble Morgott lowered himself down until his face was a few inches from her own.
Matilda parted her overgrown bangs to squint at him. Being terrible nearsighted she had to get very close to actually see him in detail. She made a sound of displeasure, “You have ink on your face.” She reached into her pocket, retrieving a cloth to rub on his cheek.
Morgott sighed, letting her hen him. At times the girl was as bad as her mother.
“There!” She smiled, pulling back to admire her work.
Morgott straightened a bit. “Thee has something on thy visage as well.” He murmured.
“There.” Morgott booped her on the tip of the nose, face cracking a smile.
Matilda gave a soft giggle, batting him away. “You’re going to be late!” She chided.
“Aye.” He agreed before rushing out the door, Matilda following behind him.
Nights later~
Morgott knocked on the bedchamber door, the invitation to enter soon following. He carefully opened the door, to find Matilda sitting on her bed before the fireplace, knitting away.
“Hello.” She smiled as he made his way to the bedside.
Morgott sat down on the floor to be closer to her. He searched for words, “Are thee well?” He asked almost awkwardly, feeling tension in the air.
“Im fine.” She answered, putting emphasis on the singular.
Morgott winced a bit, catching her meaning. He swallowed, steeling himself for the question he truly came for.
“Have thee seen Magnus?” Morgott asked worriedly.
“You mean since you yelled at each other like angry dogs?” She asked, obviously cross with them.
“…Aye.” His voice was thick with guilt.
“No.”
Morgott wilted a bit at her answer, sitting in silence for some time. Matilda sat her knitting aside, asking, “Father, may is speak bluntly?”
“Thee haven’t had need for permission before…” he sighed.
“You know you are just pushing him away right?” She asked.
“Aye…” he gave a sad nod, “I’m not sure how to handle him. He’s…volatile.”
“He’s bullheaded.” She corrected, “And comes by honestly from his father.”
Morgott frowned.
“Why don’t you just talk to him?” She offered, “Actually really talk to him?”
“Tis not that simple.” He argued.
“Well…he’s stubborn enough he’ll find his answers either way.” Her voice was certain, “Better it be from a caring source.”
Morgott knew she was right, but still shook his head. He apologized for disturbing her. Before rising to leave.
“Father.” Matilda called after him making him pause. “You know he cares very deeply for your approval?” She murmured, going back to her knitting.
Morgott gave a heavy nod before disappearing into the dark hallway
