[she could write several sagas detailing the shit her son (and by extension herself) did wrong, but that's neither here nor there. it's easier to focus on stroking his cheek and smoothing his feathers flush against skin, and easier to just kind of. look at him. look, listen, and just... be here. there's time to walk the past later, but not now. definitely not now.
what she wants to do now is... gods, morga doesn't know. on one hand, she wants to keep him right here. keep holding him as best she can. give him the comfort and support she'd never been able to give her own flesh and blood. on the other? she wants to track the devil down and take her two pounds. one for montag, and the other for julian. she's tired of losing people, you know? all her life she was meant to protect her clan. her family. those she cared for. and in the end, she failed each time, only to be left with ash, bones, and memories.
she wants to make up for past mistakes. so, while it's a small hit to her pride, morga stands up on her toes to properly throw both arms around the back of julian's neck and tugs him down to her level. hell, why not take it a step further and bury her fingers into the feathers on his head? it's not the same as hair, but it's close enough.]
I've said it before and I'll say it again. He's a goddamn coward, and you can't change my mind about that.
[what point is there in tormenting an already broken man? make that three pounds of flesh. you hear that, devil? she's gunning for your goat ass. maybe she'll even turn those horns into a coat rack.]
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what she wants to do now is... gods, morga doesn't know. on one hand, she wants to keep him right here. keep holding him as best she can. give him the comfort and support she'd never been able to give her own flesh and blood. on the other? she wants to track the devil down and take her two pounds. one for montag, and the other for julian. she's tired of losing people, you know? all her life she was meant to protect her clan. her family. those she cared for. and in the end, she failed each time, only to be left with ash, bones, and memories.
she wants to make up for past mistakes. so, while it's a small hit to her pride, morga stands up on her toes to properly throw both arms around the back of julian's neck and tugs him down to her level. hell, why not take it a step further and bury her fingers into the feathers on his head? it's not the same as hair, but it's close enough.]
I've said it before and I'll say it again. He's a goddamn coward, and you can't change my mind about that.
[what point is there in tormenting an already broken man? make that three pounds of flesh. you hear that, devil? she's gunning for your goat ass. maybe she'll even turn those horns into a coat rack.]