a little bit of [ s w e e t n e s s ]. ( accepting )
← ☼ → Morgan knew the value of being gentle.
There was more to her than bright laughter and brighter smiles, sunbeam and light. Anyone who knew her long enough knew the Sunsinger could have a feather touch to the way she handled someone if the moment called for it. There was a way a switch just seemed to flip inside her if someone she cared for needed a moment of quiet respite. Something about their distress and hidden grief bringing the girl down to something more earthy and more real compared to the clouds the clouds she seemed to keep her mind stuck up in most days.
There was a way her callused fingers were lulling and considerate as she handled someone with a little bit of tenderness, a dash of consideration.
Val. She hadn’t seen the other Warlock in some time since the other had gone out to a mission one day and, at first, thought nothing of it when she quelled her moment of worry. They were Guardians, after all. They were raised by the Light to fight against the Darkness. Whatever would come the Stormcaller’s way, she could call down the heavens to raise hell against them in a show of sparks and furies.
But, sometimes, Morgan forgot that shadows others faced didn’t come from Darkness alone.
Val came back in the late dusk and Morgan was the first to spot her thanks to luck and timing and her insomnia rearing its ugly head again. She had walked out to enjoy the coolness of the nighttime air, to smell the fresh telltale signs of a storming coming the City’s way to clear her head. She hadn’t expected to see Val there but she certainly wasn’t going to complain.
The Stormcaller was a delight to her eyes and she didn’t hesitate to move. She hurried on over, a greeting ready on her lips, and that’s when she noticed... something about her.
Nothing really tangible, nothing she could really put her finger on and yet... the name Atlas came bubbling up in her thoughts. A figure of old, so old, coming to life in Morgan’s imagination with the way it looked like Val held the world on her shoulders and, in that very moment, looked like she was trying to choose if she should bear the weight or shrug it off.
What a beast of a burden Val had to face. Whatever it was. Morgan wasn’t privy to everything about the other Warlock and wouldn’t demand too. That wasn’t right. Everyone deserved to the right to pick and choose what they wanted to present to the world.
But they also deserved to know that someone was always going to be there for them no matter may lay ahead.
So when she got close enough, when she felt brave enough after gathering up enough of it in her short jog over, she immediately wrapped her arms around the Guardian before she could anything about it. Held on for a heartbeat of a second in the eternity that they called time and tried to show with the wiry strength of her arms and the gentleness of her touch that she’ll be there for her if she ever needed it.
Then... she pulled away, a little bit, and smiled up at Val. Not saying much because she hoped with all her heart that actions, for that night, would be enough.
In the distance, she heard a rumble of a storm behind them and she held even tighter, the touch feather light but lulling and warm and steady as the dawn that also fast approached them.
