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Morrighan
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loving you was the
most exquisite
form of self-destruction
There is a certain stillness to the world by the frozen lake. Normally Morrighan would like it because it means she's away from everything and everyone. Now, she's not so sure. It makes everything in her head louder and there are no distractions. Even with the water, she can't watch the ripples form by the wind or a creature coming up to the surface. A solid layer of ice is covering it, so there will be none of that until it melts. Given the dropping temperatures, it will be a while until winter goes away.

She makes herself a campfire, although not a very large one. It's enough to keep her warm and give her something to focus on. Yet when she stares into the flames and plays around with controlling it, it's not quite as satisfying. How disappointing.

She is too troubled apparently with Isra leaving and her still not resolved feelings for Al'Zahra… for whatever reason she is so hung up on it all. There is rage, sadness, confusion, and it all just mixes together and creates a kind of chaos in her head. The regime will be changing and she's not sure just how it will yet. Moira is still Emissary, but who's to say she won't take a step further? She has never hated someone so much in her life until they began butting heads. All these things used to be solved by burning the world down, but now it seems she's even lost that. It frustrates her. In a way, she hates herself.

Morrighan wanders away from her campfire for a moment to stand by the edge of the lake. Beneath her hooves are small stones that are smooth to the touch. She picks one up and throws it across the ice, more for the satisfaction of throwing something, but the result is surprising. As the rock skips across, a strange sound echoes off the frozen lake. It's an eerie high pitched noise, almost like a bird chirping, but it doesn't sound quite right. It almost reminds her of the strange birds that lived on the island before it transformed for winter.

She decides to pick up another and throws it a bit harder this time. The sound rings out louder and it's such an odd, otherworldly noise. Bram comes up to her side and looks out at the lake as the stone finishes skipping.

"You might want to turn around," he says through their telepathy and nudges her leg.

"What," she grumbles, not moving just yet. She can hear footsteps crunching in the snow in the distance, but doesn't feel like talking to anyone right now.

"It's her," is all he says and that is what makes Morrighan turn around. Up on a hill, she sees her. Even in the low sunlight, her chains seem to shimmer and her coat is like the sun's own rays. It makes her heart skip a beat and it's disgusting.

As the woman moves closer, she knows their eyes aren't playing tricks on them. It is indeed Al'Zahra and Morrighan freezes in place. She doesn't know what to do as panic sets in. The last time they were together, they were dancing (and they were close). They may have kissed, she doesn't really remember. But she does remember running and never looking back.

Now she can't even run. Her mind is blank and it seems her breath is caught in her throat.

“Speaking.”











Messages In This Thread
made of hellfire - by Morrighan - 01-20-2020, 12:40 AM
RE: made of hellfire - by Al'Zahra - 01-24-2020, 06:57 PM
RE: made of hellfire - by Morrighan - 01-28-2020, 11:28 PM
RE: made of hellfire - by Al'Zahra - 02-01-2020, 10:17 PM
RE: made of hellfire - by Morrighan - 02-03-2020, 01:12 AM
RE: made of hellfire - by Al'Zahra - 02-18-2020, 08:54 PM
RE: made of hellfire - by Morrighan - 02-26-2020, 11:03 PM
RE: made of hellfire - by Al'Zahra - 03-01-2020, 09:03 PM
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