Morrigan is many things (whathavewehere) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-07-18 11:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, maia amell (the warden), morrigan |
Who: Maia and Morrigan
What: Morrigan dreams about fighting Corypheus' dragon, and wakes up with injuries from the battle.
When: This morning
Where: Her house
Warnings: Blood and injury sustained from a dragon fight
The time had come to confront Corypheus. He had opened the Breach yet again, and while the Inquisitor and the rest of the party engaged in fighting Corypheus, Morrigan made good on her end of the bargain. She used her new dragon form and fought an aerial battle with Corypheus’ dragon. Things were going well. Morrigan was keeping the dragon occupied, and even inflicting wounds on it, while the others handled Corypheus.
However, things took a sudden turn when Morrigan rose high into the air. She flew almost into the Breach itself before she turned, tucked her wings in against her body, and free fell at the other dragon. They locked claws and spiraled their way downwards. However, Morrigan was not so fortunate in her end of the fall. She was wounded from the fight already, but she landed on her back, bones crunching under the weight of the impact.
When she hit the ground, she instantly reverted back to her human form and collapsed, losing consciousness. She was bleeding, she’d broken a couple ribs at the very least, and there was a possibility of internal trauma. She probably also had a concussion from the impact of hitting the ground.
And as she woke up, she was hit by the sensation of not being able to breathe well. As she tried to shift, that was when the pain hit and she let out a cry of pain. And she was certain one of her broken ribs was pressing against her lung. She didn’t even notice she was bleeding. She had a gash on the side of her head, and some claw marks that were bleeding. But she couldn’t really move, so she just laid there in intense pain, having trouble breathing.
At this rate, it was probably a good thing Maia frequented Morrigan’s bed to soften. For both of them really, when the threat of waking up injured was very present. She slept better with Morrigan next to her, anyway. She should probably drop hints about her lover just giving her a key.
Those were thoughts for another night, as once again she was so rudely awakened. Morrigan’s pained cry jerked her awake, and she blinked sleep out of her eyes as she tried to get her bearings. “Maker, not again.”
She turned the light on so she could get a better look at Morrigan, and froze. There was far more damage than her mediocre healing magic could help with. She could maybe stop the bleeding, but that was about it. Maia cursed herself for focusing so heavily on offense. “Don’t move.” She jumped out of bed and started going through the drawers until she found one of Morrigan’s potions she’d brewed up. She knelt on the ground next to the bed, and slipped a hand under the back of Morrigan’s head. “Drink up. I don’t...actually know what it will do in this world, but it might help.”
Running the risk of being sentimental, Morrigan did like sleeping beside Maia. It reinforced the fact that she was not alone to wake up with someone she loved and who loved her in return. But it was also nice to have someone else there in the event either of them woke up injured and were unable to get help themselves.
Such as was the current state with Morrigan. The pain was incredible, and she was trying to breathe without inflicting more damage on herself, but it was difficult. As Maia got up and got one of her potions, she remained still. Or at least as still as she could muster right then. She drank the potion as instructed. It began to work instantly, taking care of the damage as much as possible. A couple ribs went back into place and any internal damage seemed to be repaired. The bleeding slowed, but didn’t completely stop. She still needed healing, but it was a good thing that Morrigan was a healer. She had more hefty healing spells than Maia did.
“Thank you,” she said. She lifted a hand and concentrated, then she cast a healing spell on herself. It repaired the remaining damage, but it took quite a bit out of her and she sagged back against the bed. “Bloody hell,” she let out in a long sigh.
Maia sighed in relief. “Didn’t know if that would work, but I’m glad you made some.” She brushed some hair from Morrigan’s sweaty face. “Are you all right? Andraste’s knickers, you look like hell!”
She didn’t want to touch Morrigan too much. Not until she knew for sure she wasn’t too badly injured and the potion had done more work.
The combination of the potion and spell healed most of the damage. However, she’d have a few scars. A couple claw marks and there was probably a partial bite mark from dragon’s teeth on her shoulder.
“I am better now. The potion and my spell seem to have healed most of it.” Though she didn’t move yet. She didn’t exactly have the energy to move much at the moment. Morrigan closed her eyes for some moments. “Tis the side effect of fighting a dragon in dragon form. I dealt it some damage, but it won t’would seem. Free falling is no where near as fun as it looks when you land on your back.”
Maia ran a hand around one of the cuts, staring at it and tyring to figure out what exactly had caused it. Nothing she’d ever seen. Neither the claw marks or the bite marks. She chewed on her lip. So that was what a very small dragon could do to a human. She couldn’t imagine what the battle must have looked like. “You’re lucky you weren’t paralyzed.”
“I am lucky to be alive.” Morrigan corrected. “I fought Corypheus’ dragon while the Inquisitor fought him. He had torn open the sky once more, the Breach sitting over us and waiting to swallow the world whole if we did not stop him. His dragon was unlike any other dragon I have ever seen. Tis as though it was infused with red lyrium.” It had been an odd looking dragon, to say the least. And now she’d carry some marks from it’s teeth and claws for the rest of her life.
“Bugger. I still wish I’d been there, it sounded like you all needed all the help you could get.” Maia frowned. Thedas was one shit show after the other and frankly she wondered if they should just let it burn to ashes. “And that sounds horrible. You don’t think it would infect you?”
“T’was a bit of an easier fight as Corypheus no longer had his army. The Inquisition’s forces and those of its allies routed his army in the Arbor Wilds. Nevertheless, an ancient magister responsible for bringing the Blights into being is nothing to be trifled with.” Sometimes Morrigan wondered what would happen next. She’d once wondered what could be worse than a Blight, and then Corypheus had come along. She feared wondering what was worse than a madman with aspiration and delusions of god-hood. “I do not feel afflicted, so I believe I am well in that respect.”
“There’s only one of us that ought to have the Taint,” Maia remarked. It had meant to be a joke but it had come out far too seriously for that. But Maia wouldn’t want anyone else to have it, not in this world. Alistair was bad enough. If she could take it from him, she would.
It might help make up for the things she’d made him do, and the things she’d done to stop the Blight.
Morrigan lifted a hand and pressed it to Maia’s cheek, gently stroking it. “Neither of us should have the Taint. Perhaps your search in the dreams may prove fruitful. Or my mother’s grimoire could provide the answer, if we are so lucky.” Once it was fully translated and decoded, of course. Morrigan now had an advantage of knowing the Elven language far better than she previously had, so translating some parts came far easier to her.
“I would like to avoid going mad, yes.” Which was the only choice for her. Madness. Probable suicide, though not in the way of Grey Wardens past. No, there’d be no heroic last stand, no disappearing never to be seen again.
Sometimes she could hear the voices.
And Morrigan didn’t want to lose Maia, especially not like that. While Grey Wardens had a noble duty to uphold, their ultimate fate, if they were not killed before the Calling, was a horrific one. Suicide by darkspawn was not an ideal death, nor was plain suicide.
Morrigan finally managed to sit up, and she reached out for Maia, pulling her into a tight hug. She needed the hug, and she had a feeling Maia needed one too. And Morrigan also needed a shower considering she was covered in her own blood. And the sheets and mattress were ruined as well.
Even now, Morrigan showing emotions was something that was unusual. Not the sort of thing Maia expected on a regular basis. She hugged Morrigan tightly - but not too tightly, for risk of hurting her. “Come on, lets get you cleaned up. I’ll even keep my hands to myself.”
Expressing emotions was strange to her, but it was easier to keep it to actions as opposed to words. Actions did speak louder, didn’t they? Her body was still sore from the injuries, even though she was largely healed. She’d inspect the scars once she was clean. She nodded a bit and stood up, grunting a bit as her back protested the movement.
“Remind me not to free fall again any time soon. My back does not thank me for it.” She’d potentially have bruising to show for it.
Maia moved in, helping prop her lover up. She didn’t care if Morrigan’s pride flared up, or if she objected to the help. No, Maia was going to pamper Morrigan whether the woman wanted to be pampered or not. “Easy…”
She started the water. “You’re going to take a bath, and you’re going to let me clean you up. And you’re not allowed to fall down for at least a week. Warden’s orders.”
Her pride was starting to flare up. Morrigan wanted to do things herself. She wasn’t dead, and her broken bones had healed. They may still be cracked, but they weren’t broken any longer. She didn’t exactly do well being the recipient of pampering in this manner.
“Warden’s orders? What if I wished to fall to see if you would catch me?”
“Mm, as long as I am close, I would try.” Maia smirked at her, then nodded towards the tub. “Should I just get in first?” Maybe Morrigan could be bribed, at least. If nothing else, the warmth of their shared bodies might relax her and make her feel better. “
“Be my guest,” she said at Maia’s question. That was bribery that Morrigan couldn’t argue with. Maia was beautiful and had a wonderful body. She certainly liked seeing it, and perhaps it would help get her mind off of the aches and pains radiating through her body. She grabbed a hair tie and twisted her hair up into a messy bun to keep it from getting wet while she was in the bath.
Maia slipped into the tub, then held her hands up to help Morrigan in as well. She hummed lightly to herself. “If I’m being honest, i’ve wanted to do this for awhile anyway.” Her eyes crinkled up as she smiled. “So don’t mind me taking advantage, love.”
She took Maia’s hands and carefully got into the tub. There were a few grunts as she got in and settled down. Maia undoubtedly got a good look at the claw marks on her left side that were going to scar. Not to mention the few teeth marks. “I suppose I cannot begrudge you that, love,” she responded as she leaned back against Maia.
Burying her anger, Maia wrapped her arms around Morrigan, resting her cheek on her shoulder. It wasn’t as though she was unfamiliar with scars. Her own mostly. Some lovers. Maker, she liked it when hers were touched. But the nature and scope of Morrigan’s upset her, a protective streak rearing its ugly head. “I hope this is the end of it. That we get some peace for awhile.”
Maia didn’t sound convinced.
It had been a vicious battle, but one could expect little else when fighting a dragon. Morrigan had fought hard, knowing that if they did not defeat Corypheus, the world would be destroyed. Regardless of what she tended to think of herself, she had a noble streak in her, always one who was willing to fight when it counted.
Morrigan closed her eyes and drew in a slow breath, her head leaning back against Maia’s shoulder. “We shall see.” She would need to dream again, providing that she didn’t actually die when her dream had ended before she woke up injured.
Maia’s arms tightened a little bit, and she kissed Morrigan’s shoulder. She didn’t respond right away, instead focusing on cleaning Morrigan’s wounds a little better. Mostly she just wanted to hold her, and make them both forget about the end of the world.
Even if she typically didn’t like being taken care of, she couldn’t quite argue that she was enjoying Maia cleaning her wounds and being in her arms. Plus the warm water helped relaxed her. The aches in her body began to subside a bit, and she relaxed against Maia. “You have the hands of a healer,” she commented. Almost ironic, really, when Morrigan was the healer.
“You take that back,” Maia whispered, smiling. She was more than happy to leave the healing to Morrigan but maybe, just maybe, she needed to learn enough to take care of the healer when needed.