Morrigan is many things (whathavewehere) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-07-14 15:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, maia amell (the warden), morrigan |
Who: Maia and Morrigan
What: Morrigan learns things she doesn't want to know about Mythal.
When: This morning
Where: Morrigan's house
Warnings: PG-13 for talk of being bound to the will of an ancient goddess and some FTB adult content
To say that Morrigan had been scared to death when she’d found Kieran had activated the Eluvian and disappeared was an understatement. Though upon rushing through it to find him, she found herself physically in the Fade instead of in the Crossroads, where it should have led. The Inquisitor had followed her and found her, and helped her eventually find Kieran. But Kieran wasn’t alone.
Flemeth was with him.
Ten years of running and hiding from her mother had come to a very abrupt end. Morrigan had tried to attack Flemeth, only to be stopped by her. And then it was revealed that Flemeth was Mythal. There was much arguing and pleading to try and save her son from her mother’s grasp. Morrigan even offered herself in exchange for Kieran being free of Flemeth. But it wasn’t until Morrigan made the comment about not being the mother Flemeth had been to her that Flemeth relented. Instead, Flemeth took the Old God soul from Kieran, told Morrigan that a soul could not be forced upon the unwilling, and then left.
Doubt filled her mind, and that was a terribly uncomfortable thing for her. Morrigan disliked doubt, though admitted that she did not know everything. Especially after that encounter.
“No!” Morrigan exclaimed, waking with a start. Her heart was pounding as she sat bolt upright, looking around the room. “Kieran!” It still felt strange to her to feel these maternal feelings yet she’d never had a child. Nor did she want one.
“Morrigan?” Maia came out of the bathroom, slipping on the tile as she had been taking an early morning shower. She skidded to a stop and flailed her arms before she collided with something. “What’s wrong??” No blood, no demons or monsters, just her girlfriend looking like she’d seen a ghost.
Morrigan shook her head slightly, coming out of the dream haze a bit, but her heart was still pounding, gripped by the feeling of potentially losing her child. She looked over at Maia, taking a few extra moments to let her brain catch up with the real world. “I had a dream in which I discovered the catch to my drinking from the Well of Sorrows.” She spoke softly, but there was clear note of being shaken, of doubt within it that never was there before.
“Bugger.” Maia leaned into the bathroom to grab a towel, then padded to Morrigan and the bed. “I’m not going to like this, am I.” If she’d been there, she wouldn’t have let Morrigan do it. Or at least she would have argued the point. And if she was honest, it wasn’t like Maia hadn’t accepted power with cost, too. She wrapped damp arms around Morrigan. “Whatever it is, we’ll fight it.”
“We cannot fight it.” Morrigan responded, taking a steadying breath as she leaned into the embrace a little. This was not going to be easy to talk about out or even comprehend. After a few moments, she finally worked up the nerve to say it out loud. “My mother is Mythal.”
“I killed her once I can kill her again,” Maia replied. She balled up one fist, then took Morrigan’s hand and rested her chin on her shoulder. The full weight of what Morrigan had said settled on her shoulders. “Shit.”
“Precisely.” Morrigan said, taking a breath. “In her words, Mythal came to her, a wisp of an ancient being, a long time ago when she had been wronged. Mythal is part of my mother. When I drank from the Well, she was able to find Kieran and me. She came to take him, but I refused to let her. I offered myself in exchange for him.”
“I don’t like this.” Maia’s grip tightened on Morrigan. Flemeth was dangerous on the best of days. Her having some kind of control over Morrigan grated at Maia. Maybe it wouldn’t be a problem here, but maybe it could be. Maia was already formulating plans of attack. Or hoping they could find something in China that could help.
“Nor do I, but tis my fault. I put myself in that position, and I am the one who presented you with a way to not die when killing the Archdemon. My mother wanted the old god soul the entire time, and when I told her that I may be many things but that I would never be the mother she was to me, she took the old god soul from Kieran and left him with me.” Morrigan drew in a breath. “She then told me that a soul cannot be forced upon the unwilling and that I was never in any danger from her.” But the entire thing was her fault. She had been raised to be what she was, and that now seemed like she’d been raised to be a fool, little more than a pawn in her mother’s game.
While that was probably better for the child, it was worse for Thedas. Without growing up like a normal person, there was risk the Old God could become corrupted some how. Maia thought it was very important that such a being knew the value in mortal lives. “I don’t quite believe her.”
“Nor do I. Though I suppose with my having drank from the Well, she can use me for other things. I am bound to her for eternity.” Morrigan’s voice grew softer as she spoke, fear and doubt plaguing her. She was relieved that she didn’t have a child here with the Old God soul. At least in that respect, Flemeth could never obtain it should she ever arrive here and begin dreaming. But that reassurance did not go that far.
“Eternity is a long time, and rules can be bent or broken.” Even magic rules could be bent. One just had to … find a way to break it. How was another question, but Maia felt both angry and momentarily helpless. She wanted a to fix it. She just didn’t know how to fix it.
“I know not how to break a bond like I have without requiring my death.” And right now? Morrigan had no will to try and find out if there was a way to do it. She was too unsettled and anxious to do anything like that right now. She actually wanted to drink. Being drunk seemed like a good idea to her to right now, so she pulled away from Maia and made her way to where the liquor was kept. Whether she was actually wearing any clothes or not was not clear. It was clear, however, that she didn’t care if she was butt naked at the moment.
Maia leaned back on her hands, watching Morrigan as she rustled through the cabinet. “Get something for me too.” she figured she was canceling her plans for the day. If she was this thrown by this revelation, she couldn’t fully imagine what Morrigan was going through. Honestly? Maia would want to cry. Out of frustration and anger, but she would want to.
Did Morrigan want to cry? Possibly. But she was more in shock at the moment to really feel much of anything. She grabbed a bottle of scotch for herself, and a bottle of something else for Maia. She came back and held the one bottle out to Maia before sitting down, taking the top off of the scotch and just taking a drink straight from the bottle.
That was where Morrigan was currently. Drinking straight from the bottle.
“So much for my ‘magic of old must be preserved no matter the cost’ stance. Bloody hell.” And there was another drink taken.
Taking the bottle, Maia opened it and took a nice long swig of her own. “There’s a way out. There’s always a way out. Shit. This is worth than a demon.” Which was saying something, because making a deal with a demon was problematic at best. Usually it was downright terrible.
“Who is to say my mother does not have a demon within her as well?” She took another swig. “So far as I am able to tell, she has no less than several souls merged into her own original one. That is if tis indeed true that she possesses the bodies of her daughters to prolong her life. At the very least, she is Flemeth, Mythal and now has the soul of an Old God within her as well.”
“You realize this is going to come and bite everyone’s arses. Probably in another few centuries.” What did that mean for Morrigan’s soul? For the souls of her sisters past and future? It made Maia incensed. She drank in time to Morrigan.
“Of course it is. She herself admitted to me and the Inquisitor that sometimes she nudges history into happening. Other times she gives it a shove.” Morrigan took another drink and sighed. “She did say that things happened long ago that should never have happened. I am assuming that was more Mythal speaking than Flemeth. After all, as legend goes, Mythal was betrayed by the Dread Wolf, though Abelas said that Fen’Harel had nothing to do with Mythal’s murder. T’was quite a lot of information to digest in such a short period of time. I know not what to make of it other than clearly I am damned by my own hand. I imagine wherever my mother is now, she is laughing herself to death at this turn of fortune.”
“A shove.” That was one way to put it. Sticking Morrigan with Maia’s party was a little more than a ‘shove. Maia shook her head, and reached for a notepad. “I’ve got to write this down. Maybe we can make sense of it later. And murder your mother before she dreams.”
Morrigan snorted slightly. “Oh what I would not give for that old woman to die. Though even if she were to die, she undoubtedly would find some way around it. Besides, this place seems to rather enjoy reincarnation or whatever you wish to call it.”
“I don’t like her,” Maia said, lifting her head indignantly. “She can… she can choke on a bloody dick!”
It sounded better in her head. The alcohol was getting to her.
“Fairly certain she already has. More than once.” Morrigan replied, her lips also loosened by the alcohol. Growing up with her mother, in both of her lives, had been a horror story in more ways than one. She hadn’t been abused or anything of that sort, but her mother wasn’t exactly someone for the faint of heart.
“Oh maker that is not an image I ever wanted!” Maia threw her head back and laughed. Her motion spilled some of the bottle onto her bare chest and she groaned in dismay. “What a waste.”
Morrigan smirked slightly. “At least I am no longer the only one to be scarred by such images dancing through my head.” Her mother’s revolving door of lovers was not something she wanted to think about. She eyed the liquid that had spilled on Maia’s chest for a moment. “Tis such a waste of fine liquor.” Reaching over, Morrigan trailed a finger through it, then licked the alcohol off of it.
Maia promptly forgot how to speak English, as well as who Flemeth was or how important Mythal was. “I think.. You missed a spot?”
Just moments before, Morrigan hadn’t been in the mood to do anything but drink. But Maia had a rather beautiful chest, and generously sized breasts that looked rather amazing wrapped in that towel, and Morrigan’s mind started to go places. It was helped by the alcohol pulling down her walls, and bad thoughts were pushed from her mind.
“Did I? Well, we cannot have that. Perhaps I shall take a closer look.” She leaned in, tongue slowly gliding over Maia’s skin, drinking in the taste of both the alcohol and the skin.
It wasn’t as though Maia had been attempting to be seductive. It was more of an accidental seduction, and she grinned stupidly as she tilted her head back, all but displaying her chest for Morrigan to do with as she wished. Breathily, she asked. “Do the flavors work together?”
Accidental or not, Morrigan couldn’t help but be extremely attracted to her girlfriend, who was smoking hot and sexy. She smiled at the question. “Indeed they do. They are quite complimentary of each other.” And for extra measure, Morrigan’s tongue flicked over the area a couple more times, ensuring that she’d gotten everything.
Getting a wicked idea, Maia took Morrigan’s drink from her and tried to splash some on her chest. To return the favor, as it were. She wasn’t very well coordinated, but then accuracy wasn’t exactly her strong suit right now. She squinted at her handiwork. “You know I dated a bloke once that wanted to shoot it off on my chest and he missed completely, it was horrible.”
The alcohol did miss the intended target. It did, however, land a bit further south on Morrigan. She looked down at it, then back at Maia. She wrinkled her nose a bit. “I would never let any man do such a thing to me for that very reason. That would be very disgusting and horrific upon missing the intended target.” She wasn’t going to ask where it had ended up. Morrigan was certain she didn’t want to know.
“It was,” Maia replied. She wasn’t going to volunteer the information. After all, she wasn’t that drunk and her girlfriend probably didn’t need to know the details of her sexploits. Maia set the bottle aside and pushed Morrigan down. She couldn’t let good liquor go to waste, after all!
The only sexploits of Maia’s that Morrigan was interested in hearing were ones regarding Morrigan herself. A languid smile stretched across her face as Maia pushed her down. “Not letting the liquor go to waste, are you?”
“Never,” Maia slurred. She peered down at Morrigan, then kissed her, before licking her way down to Morrigan’s stomach. She suddenly had just the idea on how to make her lover forget all about the horror that was her mother.