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ᴊᴜʟɪᴀɴ ᴅᴇᴠᴏʀᴀᴋ ([personal profile] suspicious) wrote2020-09-21 09:02 am
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[personal profile] jaegerbomb 2020-11-12 12:40 am (UTC)(link)
[something about the way he screams picks and scratches at a still-fresh wound in her heart. the last time she'd been in a position to spare someone like this, she'd been looking down her nose and the length of her spear into eyes not unlike her own. she should've done it then, if only to spare her future self the heartache she feels now. each expression that flits across her face is brief and subtle, her grip going whiteknuckled as she wrestles with each and every last one.

anger. relief. confusion. sorrow. shock. more anger and grief for a man she never mourned. everything but fear and disgust, though... perhaps because it hasn't had a chance to sink in yet. (fear isn't likely, though. she's eaten scarier things for breakfast.)]


Don't.

[she has to force the words out through gritted teeth and around the solid lump sitting far, far back in her throat. she knows what that is too, but like every other complicated emotion she's experienced, morga ignores it.]

Don't you dare lie to me, Hrafn. I'll ask you again — who are you?

[and... you know what? even with the venom and ice laced on her tongue, the spear withdraws by a fraction. her weight eases, but she doesn't remove her boot. not yet. it's not that she's afraid for her safety, but adrenaline is one hell of a thing.]
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[personal profile] jaegerbomb 2020-11-12 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
[she can feel the weight of his hand — each finger curling around the shaft and strips of leather wrapped under the point as if he were touching her wrist or her arm instead. the only thing is she can't feel-feel it. worse than that, she can feel his stare up until he looks away. it's a look morga has seen before, in the rare occasion that they'd reminisce about the bleaker parts of the past. sometimes it was a look she'd wear too, but she'd never address it herself.]

No.

[as faint as it is, it's in her voice. she's uncertain. in all her years, never has she been involved in something like this. the monsters she knew were hulking, slavering brutes concerned with eating, fighting, and breeding. living. this? oh, this was the complete opposite. for as much as he claims to be a monster, he sure doesn't look like one in her eyes.

her grip relaxes. tightens. readjusts to a different stance, one where her weight isn't behind the sharp edge of the tip. all teeth and no bite.]


I spent three days hunting a supposed beast, and I come to find out he speaks with a voice I haven't heard in months and eyes I haven't seen in just as long. I'm not leaving without answers.
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[personal profile] jaegerbomb 2020-11-12 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
It wouldn't be the first time the "real thing" hasn't had the stomach to finish the job.

[she had a chance to finish it at the masquerade before everything went tits up, but did she take the chance? no. the one who ended up doing it... the thought leaves a sour taste in her mouth and squeezes her heart in heavy chains. no matter how awful of a person montag was, she couldn't do it. she failed him so many times in the past, so... what was one more failure on top of that? it wouldn't be the first or last time she let someone down.]

Though I'm not sure if I should be insulted or disappointed that you think I'd believe that this is a trick. A trick would be the raven I hear squawking speak in your place. A trick—

[she jerks the spear back, though not as rough as she'd like. the motion is almost gentle. or it is, up until she presses the speartip between two of his ribs. it's a bit off, but... it's the same spot she'd taken a blade in the snow. the same day the nature of whatever they have changed in that musty house in the empty village]

Was the stunt you pulled with this. Whatever you're trying to pull here? It's sloppy. My son was a better liar when he was a child.
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[personal profile] jaegerbomb 2020-11-12 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
Because I've seen it. ...Up close and personal.

[her expression shifts - something between an exasperated grimace and a very, very strained smile. it'd be almost comical if morga didn't have a weapon pointed down to kiss skin and feathers, though maybe that just makes it that much better. or worse. can it be both? it's probably both. jokes were never her forte, which is why she usually left that up to julian.

brushing it aside, morga shakes her head and drops her gaze to the feathers scattered across his sides. at the patches down the length of his torso, to his shoulders... and back to the spot she's "pointing" to.]


You took two blows meant for me. The second only after the fact, but if you didn't I...

[she doesn't know if she'd be standing here today. sure, she'd suffered worse injuries in the past but that had been when she had a full clan to fall back on while she healed. alone? morga probably would've died of blood loss or something else.]
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[personal profile] jaegerbomb 2020-11-12 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
[that seals it. it's him. this feather-brained fool is actually him, and morga doesn't know if she should be relieved or more angry. so, she settles for both. her lip curls back in a snarl and she removes her foot, raises the spear as if to strike...

only to pivot on her heel and throw it with enough force to embed it into the trunk of a tree with a guttural yell. the birds go silent, and for a good long minute the sound of their breathing is the only thing this forest hears. sometime during this, morga starts to pace to and fro. when she'd gone into these woods, this isn't what she expected. she expected... a bear or something, not...

not whatever this is.

his words echo in her ears, and each time it brings up a new hurt. she doesn't need protection. she doesn't deserve it, not after everything in her life. not when she couldn't protect her own family. her husband. her son. her clan — she was the last of the scourge, but that didn't mean she was so weak that she needed protection. it was her generation's job to protect them, not the other way around.

she can't think straight, so she just... picks a spot and starts from there.]


One. Don't you dare think about running away. I'll track you down and lash you to a tree if you try. Two. Don't ever tell me where I should and shouldn't be. Three. I don't de— need anyone to protect me! And if I did, where the hell were you?! You vanished without so much as a word!
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[personal profile] jaegerbomb 2020-11-12 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
[her pacing stops when malak interjects, and she takes the time to count backwards from ten. rubs at her mouth with one hand, and reaches out to offer the poor frazzled animal a gentle head rub. he can croak and gurgle all he wants, but morga knows it's some form of playful "backtalk." jaeger does it, so why would malak be any different? it also gives her an excuse to avoid julian's gaze until she's good and ready. she angles herself so she can keep him in her peripherals, but that's it for the moment.]

...I'll bite. What did we need protection from?

[of course she has suspicions after everything that'd happened over the last few months, but one can't be too certain these days.]
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[personal profile] jaegerbomb 2020-11-12 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
I'll gut him throat to belly if I see him again.

[a threat both empty and not. it wouldn't do a damn thing to him, she knows it, but it'd make her feel something before she died in the process. and even though the arcana doesn't show his hairy face, she still reaches behind her back to pull out the hunting knife attached to her waist. just in case he had any doubts about it being a terrible joke.]

But... I won't lie, Julian. I'm... a lot of things right now. More disappointed than angry. My son made arrangements with people, and look where that got him. The only difference between the two of you is... you said it yourself; you're here.

[alive.]

I should be grateful for that, at least.
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[personal profile] jaegerbomb 2020-11-12 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
He's dead, Julian.

[her hackles go up, and she nearly postures right back at him. were it a happier situation, she'd have gladly done it to get a rise out of him. but with things as they are, all morga does is raise an eyebrow and fold her arms across her chest. a small part of her wonders if he realizes he's doing it, but... she doesn't bring it up. she lets him go on, and she makes her move to step closer when it starts to look like his feathers deflate.

up close like this is... a little surreal. he looked big while he was on the ground, but sitting? no question about it, he'd tower over her standing up now. at the very least while he's like this, she can still look down. still look him in the eye, except not.]


My son is dead, and when Jæger couldn't find you, I—

[her words soften, and there's the faintest flicker of pain in her eyes. it's there and gone in a blink, but it's there. this isn't how she thought the week would go, but here they are.]

I don't know what happened to the world, but I don't think he's involved this time. Even the magician seems... fine. Or I assume as much.
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[personal profile] jaegerbomb 2020-11-12 05:13 am (UTC)(link)
[julian folding is damn near enough to make morga follow suit. one would think she'd have moved beyond that once montag was grown and away from home, but no. what surprises her is she doesn't reach for him. not like she would monty, anyway. what she does instead is stand by and wait for his frazzled feathers to smooth down, and only then does she roll her shoulder.]

I only assume because I don't know him that well. After that night, I've spent most of the last few months shadowing your family. Just because you made a deal with the Devil under the assumption that he wouldn't hurt them doesn't mean it applied to everything else.

[she's seen the lengths people will go to when they're desperate. comes with the territory of leading the scourge, especially considering the whole bone-picking beetle motif. she knew what to look for, and how to defend against it. sure, nadia and the others were more than capable of taking care of themselves, but... it put morga at ease knowing that they'd have one less thing on their plates to worry about.]

I can promise you that they're safe.
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[personal profile] jaegerbomb 2020-11-12 07:26 pm (UTC)(link)
You sound surprised by that.

[it comes off as an accusation, but morga really only means to make an observation of it. her face softens again, and after a long few seconds of wrestling with herself, she offers him her hand. fingers slack, palm up, and it's just. there. she won't force him to take it. not unless she feels he needs the contact.]

Surely you know by now that I'm not so heartless.

[could she be cruel? absolutely. but julian's family has never done anything to deserve her ire - the opposite, really. for as much as morga tried to keep her distance, they still welcomed her with open arms. even with the knowledge that she had been lucio's mother... morga doesn't understand it.]
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[personal profile] jaegerbomb 2020-11-12 08:54 pm (UTC)(link)
It's not about winning, you fool.

[morga exhales slowly, and she hopes the disappointment doesn't show on her face when he pulls his hand back. it's... there, but it's hard to keep everything in check. but she doesn't withdraw her own. no, she keeps it out and open, even curls her fingers by a hair in an invitation of sorts. things would be so much easier if she took a page from monty's book and wore her emotions and heart on her sleeve around people outside of the clan. so, so much easier.

she was brought up differently. this is all she knows, and she may as well be pulling a dragon's tooth by trying it any other way. yet she still tries.]


Look. I didn't know what happened to you. I didn't know where the hell you went, only that you were gone and the world was filling up with monsters I'd only heard of in myths and legends. I had to do something. I couldn't...

[her eyes close and she takes a breath. saying it out loud makes it seem so... wrong. but if she doesn't say it, she never will.]

It was all I could think to do. To honor you. To keep what you had left alive and in one piece while I could.
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[personal profile] jaegerbomb 2020-11-13 12:14 am (UTC)(link)
[his hand is both rougher and smoother than she was expecting. his palm and the underside of his fingers aren't even close to what they once were, but they've a sort of softness to the skin. and — gods — it nearly dwarfs her own. her fingers curl around his with only a heartbeat of hesitation. too fast, and she worries she might scare him off. too slow, and... well, probably the same thing. after another, she brings her second hand up to join the first and she moves to sit cross-legged before him, bringing his hand down with her. it's easier to look at him like this on equal ground.]

People don't always get what they deserve, whether it be good or bad. And those who think themselves undeserving are often more than those who believe they deserve the world simply because of... whatever else. Status. Position.

[carefully and oh-so-slowly, morga turns julian's hand over in her own. her fingertips brush against the rough scales across the top of his hand, while her thumbs work their way across his palm. it's... surprising to be sure, but with how often she has handled Jæger's talons? it doesn't shock her as much as it ought to. this is sort of the same thing, only more "human" and, well. much, much bigger. if she had to guess, she'd guess they were almost as large as a bear's paws. not as wide, but long. yet however big they are, she shows no fear or disgust. and why should she be afraid?]

This... You didn't deserve to have this happen to you. No one does.

[but especially not him. a kind heart was supposed to get people killed. not... tormented by a fiend. not like this.]
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[personal profile] jaegerbomb 2020-11-13 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
[the only thing that slips out is a non-committal grunt, her brows knitting together as she slides her hands along the length of his fingers. she keeps her touch light, even as she squeezes the padded tips between her thumb and index... and then she slides them further forward, hooking them into his talons as easily as she would jæger's. they certainly put the eagle's to shame, though she wouldn't say it within earshot of the bird. not when he has a flair for the dramatics himself behind closed doors. that had been a side he'd only started to show julian and now... it'll be an adjustment period for everyone. no doubt he'll be even angrier than morga was. is? was? it's not important.

she's so engrossed in what she's doing that she's only half aware of the endearment falling from her lips. somewhere down the line she'd gotten so used to hearing things like it from julian that she started slinging them back. how much was genuine and how much of it was in jest was still unknown, but it's out there.]


You've forgotten who my closest friend is, kära. You're simply... bigger.

[her thumbs run down the smooth surface of each talon, stopping before she reaches the ends of them. back up, down, and then to the tops of his fingers once more. she turns his hand, holding it and inspecting it with nothing but neutral curiosity on her face. everything about it is unfortunate and if she had the power... it'd still be julian's choice, not hers. but it's not the worst thing she's seen. magic took all shapes and forms, and it wasn't uncommon to hear tales of other warriors in other clans taking the form of great beasts in the midst of a fight. they were few, though, and as such were better served to live only in those stories.]

Does it bother you? Having me look at you like this?

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