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Morrigan ([info]witchofthewilds) wrote in [info]utr_logs,
@ 2011-03-12 22:38:00

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Entry tags:morrigan, zevran arainai

Who: Zevran and Morrigan
What: RAGE! TEMPER TANTRUMS! Possible revelations?
When: Right after Flemeth shows up and Zevran refuses to kill her again
Warnings: I have no idea.


The windows of the apartment Morrigan stayed in blew outward all at once in a massive explosion of shattered glass. There was no fire.. Not yet, anyway. Inside, Morrigan paced angrily. She was alone; Brother was working at the library. Thrown objects were strewn across the floor, and some of the furniture was upended. She was trying to find a plan, but it was hard to think through all of the fury. She had managed to do this before. But there had been a hero before. More than the useless elf-slut that was Zevran. That was all she was left with? She couldn't ask Brother. He would get himself killed, and she would rather that not happen.

In a fit of rage, she shot fire out the window, engulfing a car across the street in flames.



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[info]easy_lover
2011-03-14 11:48 pm UTC (link)
This he was good at. Almost as good at killing people, though he usually preferred this. It was nice to not have to think, to have to worry about being chased. Instead, he could simply focus on how she smelled, how she felt beneath him.

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[info]witchofthewilds
2011-03-15 04:26 am UTC (link)
Soon they were both nude, or close enough. There was some irony in the seemingly tough as nails, leather-clad witch wearing a lacy thong. His bites were met with moans and her nails digging into his shoulders as she pressed her hips against his.

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