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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]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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