Morrigan is many things (whathavewehere) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2017-04-27 14:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, maia amell (the warden), morrigan |
Who: Maia and Morrigan
What: Finally doing some wedding planning
When: Recently
Where: Their home
Warnings: Pretty tame
Admittedly, Morrigan hadn’t done all that much in the way of looking into wedding things. All she really knew was that she didn’t want her mother there. Sure, she was probably risking the woman pulling a Maleficent and cursing them (hopefully not with an actual spell), but Morrigan didn’t exactly have a good relationship with her mother. She’d barely even spoken to the woman in the past several years. They had taken separate paths, mostly because Morrigan wanted to get as far away from her as possible.
However, now she was starting to look into things. And was promptly being daunted with just how much there was that went into putting a wedding together. Morrigan was googling things on her computer, seated at the kitchen table. Her hair was pulled into a messy bun and she had a pencil stuck through it. A pencil that she was using to make notes in a notebook beside her computer. Neatly manicured and freshly purple-painted nails rapped against the tabletop as she was deep in thought, though possibly had a slightly bewildered look on her face.
The only reason Maia wanted Flemeth to attend her wedding was so she could snog her daughter in front of her. Really, anything that bothered or otherwise made Flemeth uncomfortable was 100% go.
“You know, even when you’re being messy and disorganized you look neat and organized. I don’t know how you do it, but it’s kind of hot.” Maia grinned, leaning over and kissing her. The bewilderment was adorable. “What’s wrong, luv?”
“I’m a witch of the Wilds. Tis something I needed to learn at an early age.” Morrigan retorted before returning Maia’s kiss. She turned her gaze to her fiancée. “I was attempting to get some ideas for the wedding that we could discuss. Let us say that the sheer amount of detail that goes into planning a wedding is...daunting. Bewildering, even.”
“Sure thing.” Maia sat on the table, careful to not mess up any of what Morrigan was doing. Morrigan’s confession was endearing to her, and she put her hand on her cheek. “Since I can’t say I’ve ever considered marriage before, I’m going to have to believe you. What are you getting hung up on?”
“All of it?” She responded. Not a confession that came easily to her, but that was that. “Max did say that we could hold the ceremony at Skyhold if we wished. So if that is alright with you, that would be one less thing to decide upon.”
“All of it?” That made Maia’s eyebrows rise. She got of the table, and pulled a chair closer to Morrigan before sitting down. She got that look on her face she usually had when it was time to take things seriously and actually plan something out.
Maia had always been good at the planning stage, at least. “Skyhold sounds perfect, love. One less weight, right? That still leaves the actual wedding and reception to plan. Why don’t we start with the former and then do the latter?”
Morrigan drew in a slow breath, taking a moment to calm herself and approach the problem with a clearer head. “Alright. I suppose the first thing we should decide is what kind of wedding it should be, as in who officiates it. I am not particularly religious, as you know, but if you want a priest or someone of that nature to do the ceremony, I am not opposed.”
“I want the bloody Divine to officiate it,” Maia quipped. If Leliana was still around? She would have asked her, entirely unironically. It would have been hilarious, anyway. “But otherwise, we don’t need anything religious. Maker knows there’s nothing I believe that actually matters in this world. As long as its … uniquly us, anything works for me.”
Shep paused, then added, “Fireworks. I want fireworks.”
Morrigan thought about that for a moment. “As we are both mages, what if we have a wiccan practitioner officiate? Obviously one who is also licensed in the state so that it is a legal marriage.” It was one suggestion, anyway. At the mention of fireworks, Morrigan rose an eyebrow curiously. “How many fireworks?”
“Wiccan?” Maia leaned back and thought about it. It made sense, and it made sense in a way that felt right. It kind of hit Maia that this was actually going to happen and she gave Morrigan a loving look. “I like that idea. A witchy wedding.”
As for the subject of fireworks, she shrugged. “All of them.”
Pulling the pencil out of her hair, Morrigan noted down Skyhold and a wiccan wedding with a smile. “Then we shall have a witchy wedding.” They would simply need to find someone they both liked and that would be able to perform the ceremony.
“Alright, I am not about to deny you your fireworks,” she commented as she noted those down as well. “I suppose we should also decide on a date for the wedding, which would then help dictate whether the wedding is indoors or outdoors.” Skyhold had plenty of room to do both. The courtyard was huge, and there was plenty of room inside it as well.
Maia thought that Morrigan wouldn’t approve of actual Witch Hats, so dismissed that idea out of hand. Besides Morrigan looked happy, and Maia wanted to see her in white.
“Too soon for Spring. Late summer, early fall perhaps? Or Spring next year. I’m not in any particular hurry and the more we can plan, the better.”
“I rather like the idea of a spring wedding.” Morrigan almost suggested the spring equinox, but it might be difficult to get a wiccan presider for the wedding on that day. “That at least allows us more time to plan. And enough warning to have Max ensure we can have Skyhold for that day.”
“If only we could have dragons,” Maia joked. And then she realized it. It was so important that she couldn’t believe she’d forgotten it. “You know, we’re going to need dogs. For a proper Ferelden wedding.”
Was Maia kidding? Was Maia serious? She certainly looked earnest.
Morrigan blinked a bit, studying Maia’s face. Dogs. That was...going to be something. “What type of dogs do you have in mind?” Sure, Barkspawn had somewhat grown on Morrigan, but that didn’t precisely mean she was comfortable around multiple dogs. But maybe if she had enough time to prepare herself, she could deal with it.
“Mm, Golden retrievers. A whole army of them. Barkspawn will be the flower girl though.” Okay, she was definitely joking about the army of puppies. But she was also very serious about Barkspawn. Maia was Ferelden, she had to have some standards. It was only proper.
“Please tell me you are joking about the army of golden retrievers.” An entire army sounded like it would be a little much. Morrigan was Ferelden as well, but she didn’t quite have the affinity for dogs that other Fereldens did.
“I’m mostly joking, yes. But Barkspawn does need to be the flower girl. He’ll behave.” Maia leaned in, resting a hand on Morrigan’s knee. “More importantly, what do you want for our wedding?”
“I shall not argue about Barkspawn being the flower girl.” It seemed a bit hilarious to call him a flower girl, but it was what it was. “Flowers. I was thinking of using ones I grow, to save money. And also have more of a personal touch.” She’d also need to see what else Max had planted in Skyhold’s garden as well.
“Your flowers then. I like that idea.” Maia grinned at her, lifting her hand to Morrigan’s cheek. “Anything else? Aside from the dress I desperately need to rip off of you, even if I haven’t seen it yet.”
“I...am uncertain. Max shall need to have a part in the wedding, though I do not know what role he shall play yet.” Morrigan didn’t know Max personally in her dreams considering her Trevelyan had been female and definitely not a mage, but she liked him and wanted him to be part of the ceremony in some way.
“Do you want him to walk one of us down the aisle?” Maia certainly had no one that would fit that role. No family to speak of, really. Except Hawke. He’d be the closest thing and yet she wasn’t sure she wanted to impose. “I’m willing to do anything for you, Morrigan. You deserve this.”
“Maybe? I need to think about that.” Likewise, Morrigan didn’t have anyone to walk her down the aisle. There was her mother, but she really didn’t want that to happen. Really, Flemeth should just stay far away from Orange County considering Morrigan had the whole compulsion to do whatever Mythal told her to and she didn’t want to run the risk of Flemeth staying and starting to dream.
She smiled at Maia, setting a hand on her knee. “As do you, love. We both do.”
Maia would kill Flemeth for Morrigan all over again. Even if she didn’t dream, Maia could turn her to ash. That would be… easier, all things considered. No Flemeth, no problem.
Maybe she’d make that happen anyway.
“How many people do you want to invite?” Morrigan asked. That number would then determine the amount of seats needed and what decorations for the ceremony would be needed. In fact, they should probably actually go to Skyhold one day to plan that out.
“Skyhold is huge. What about the entire Valarnet? I do want fireworks…It’s not every day the Hero of Ferelden weds one of the greatest mages who ever lived.” She winked at Morrigan. “Do you want to stay there for the honeymoon? Bugger, we really should make sure he gets paid for all this.”
“Tis fine with me.” Morrigan didn’t exactly have a lot of friends. So they could put out the general invite and whoever showed up would be fine with her. “The answer to that would entirely depend upon how much sex we plan to have on said honeymoon. T’would be rather pointless to travel somewhere else and never leave the hotel room or whatever we have there.” Morrigan replied with a sly smirk.
“Morrigan…” Maia shook her head in awe. “Wouldn’t you prefer another trip to China? Though the idea of only seeing the inside of your thighs the whole time is rather appealing…” She licked her lips, thinking of all the places she could have her way with Morrigan, the whole world over. Or just in the books and crannies of Skyhold.
Morrigan let out a laugh at Maia’s reaction, her eyes sparkling with mirth. “You know I would never say no to returning to China. Though perhaps this time we should go to a more out of the way place. There is a village where I studied some herbalism that you may like to see.”
“I’d love to see it, and I was thinking of exactly the kind of place that’s out of the way. Where people don’t normally go.” It would give her time to brush up on her Mandarin, at least. Or was that the dialect there? Bugger, she was going to have to check on that. Chinese was different, that way. “A nice little adventure.”
Luckily, Morrigan had picked up some of the dialects, enough to get by, when she’d been studying in China. “Then we shall go there. It’s one of those places that time seems to have forgotten. I quite enjoyed it there for that very reason.” Unlocking the secrets of ancient civilizations were just as exciting to her in this life as it was in the dreams.
“Do you want to spend most of the time there? Or explore more of the countryside?” Maia wondered what it would look like to have a dragon in the Chinese country-side. Or if they could learn to change into Chinese dragons. Chinese dragons were so gorgeous.
“A bit of both? The village I’m thinking of can be considered remote, though there are some relatively large cities not that far away. It still has some very beautiful scenery around it.” Morrigan had fond memories of the area. It had been strange at first when the locals weren’t sure what to do with a western woman wanting to learn ancient Chinese herbalism, but she’d proven herself. And she’d rather like to see the place again when she wasn’t so mired in studying and working.
“The most beautiful scenery will be the rolling hills of your beautiful body,” Maia assured her, her voice falling to a low rumble. It wasn’t even a lie, and Maia was looking forward to the idea, beyond just the whole honeymoon aspect. Sharing something like this with Morrigan meant the world to her.
She might not admit it, but some mornings she woke and expected Morrigan to be gone.
“I rather think the rolling hills of your beautiful body will be the most beautiful,” Morrigan countered. This was not a position that Morrigan had ever thought she’d be in. She hadn’t thought of herself as the marrying type, and yet here she was, going to marry Maia. It was a frightening concept at times, but Morrigan wasn’t going to run from it. While she’d left in the dreams, it had been because of her duty. Here, she had no overarching duty to leave, and she had no will to leave Maia.
"Not true. Have you seen yourself in the mirror, love?" Maia gave Morrigan a smile, her eyes twinkling. She was going to enjoy Morrigan as long as she could. Hopefully for the rest of her life.
However short it might end up being, but that was neither here nor there.
Morrigan chuckled. “I have, yes. I suppose we must agree to disagree on this matter, hm?” Otherwise they just might be at it all day. Or until one of them decided to change the subject.
“You know, I know one way to settle this matter,” Maia replied, bringing a finger to her lips. “But it’ll require quite a bit of first hand discovery and exploration.” Her eyes somehow twinkled even more, and there was a suggestive note to her voice.
Seeing the look in Maia’s eyes and the tone of her voice, Morrigan smirked a bit, her own eyes twinkling as she leaned a bit closer to Maia. “Is that so? Is this a hands-on kind of discovery and exploration?”
“Is there any other kind?” Maia got to her feet and held her hand out to her future wife. She wanted to make love to her and then not leave the bed for the rest of the day except on pain of death.
Setting her pencil aside and closing her laptop, Morrigan took Maia’s hand and stood up. “Indeed there is not,” she confirmed. Morrigan was all too happy to make love to Maia and stay in bed for the rest of the day.
“Perfect,” Maia murmured. It was all so perfect.