#post-tranq

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Disclosures || [Morrigan & Elissa]

Morrigan had not seen a great deal of Elissa in the months since she had gone to see the assassin at the Hanged Man.  They had spoken enough that Morrigan was aware that the acute question of whether or not Elissa’s relationship with Gamlen Amell would continue had been resolved favorably, but little beyond that, and a great deal had occurred in the interim.

A very great deal.

The witch had mentioned Anders in that conversation months ago, though not by name, and not with any explicit assumption that more would come of that connection than the friendship that had already been built.  Now, within the space of a week, that connection had claimed its true place in her life – a place which, in hindsight, it felt as though had been there from the beginning – and she had taken up residence at the clinic.  This information was not the sort of thing Morrigan was inclined to believe was strictly necessary to formally disclose, but she knew Elissa, and Elissa would want to be told, would be hurt if left to find out through some other means than Morrigan herself.  As little as that would matter to the witch with anyone else save Anders himself, it did matter with Elissa.

And so the day she finished unpacking the last box of computer equipment in the space that would become her new office, Morrigan sent her former lover and best friend a text message.

It has been some time since last we spoke, and I have news I would share.  Meet me for coffee, perhaps tonight?

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It Began with an Ending || [Morrigan & Anders]

To say it was a relief when the explanation of the spirit – Justice – wound down and the Hawke twins left the clinic would have been both accurate and an enormous overstatement.  Morrigan had not truly known what to do with their presence, and so had focused on as many discrete tasks as she could.  There were questions, but most of them were not ones she would ask in the presence of others at all, much less a mundane she did not trust (and a mage who… no, she did not understand Garrett Hawke and was not going to waste her energy attempting to remedy that now).  Yet now that they were gone, there was a pervasive sense of walking into the unknown, and not the sort that the witch had ever preferred to explore.

Morrigan was hardly renowned for her skill at offering support, let alone comfort – rather the opposite, if anything – yet that was why she was staying, wasn’t it?  There was no other reasonable course of action, uncertain as she felt.

With silent efficiency, she re-wove the wards on the clinic door, making the new construct far stronger than her last, in anticipation of leaving the public area of the building unattended for some time.  Then she followed where Anders had retreated, to the living quarters, for once actively attempting not to think too hard in advance about what she would say.

“Anders?” she called quietly, a moment before catching sight of him in the midst of undressing.  “I… apologize; ‘twas not my intent to intrude.”  It had not seemed as though he had wanted her to leave as well, but if he did, she would do so immediately.

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Playlist - Morriganders post-Tranquility

"The Race" - Thirty Seconds to Mars