A-V-E-M-A-R-I-A

„… you are like a son to me, but you are more than that“

He has one shot—just one shot—to pull off the perfect “Trust me, bro” prank with bogus bullshit about elves.

He probably lies awake at night trying to craft the perfect lie. Lucanis isn’t an idiot. It’s got to be believable and not easily disproven. It has to be something personal so he won’t ask Rook or Bellara about it. And he’s got to time it for maximum hilarity.

The others notice he’s distracted and ask if he’s okay. He nods solemnly and says he just has a lot on his mind. The others understand. Risen gods, blighted dragons, responsibility for the last of the griffins… they’re all overwhelmed.

"You could have waited inside, my dear Warden." "And where's the fun in that, huh? I thought I'd meet you halfway, save some time." "Oh, a perfect moment to waste that time now, then."

Like. This is a woman who fought tooth and nail not to have to give up her body to her mother. And she failed. She is possessed by that fragment of mythal that resided in Flemeth. And if they were going to do this they should have leaned into it way more than simply making it a matter of plot/lore dumping convince.

Imagine Morrigan laughing like her mother, that iconic Flemeth laugh. Imagine Morrigan calling herself foolish for not wanting to be the next host in a way that feels slightly out of character and vitriolic. Imagine Morrigan speaking in those riddle type ways that Flemeth did.

cowboy crow

sequel to my cowboy alistair had to be zev lol