The Crownless shall be King

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the protector 

“Get behind me.”

“I’ll fight them off.”

“I won’t let them touch you.”

“They hurt you, didn’t they?”

“Hold onto me, it’s not safe here.”

“Stay there, I’m coming to get you.”

“If you want to live, you’ll let them go.”

“I’ll kill them if they lay a hand on you.”

“Here, grab onto me, I’ll carry you out.”

What were you thinking, running off like that?”

“I get it, you’re brave. But, don’t do that, again.”

“If they want to hurt you, they’ll have to go through me.”

“What made you think you could protect yourself here?”

the protected 

“You… you saved me.”

“I didn’t need protection.”

“You were hurt… saving me.”

“They’re trying to kill me, help!”

“You could have been killed saving me.”

“I could’ve handled it myself, you know.”

“I don’t like it here. Can I stay behind you?”

“Oh my god… I didn’t think you would come.”

“They want to hurt me. Please, don’t let them!”

“Please, just leave me behind. They only want me.”

“You’re going to get yourself killed rushing in for me like that.”

mpirelia​:

mpdagda​:

Which was why he had arrived at the location given to him by his queen far earlier than how he normally arrived, which was incorrigibly late. That meant, he was actually right on time, looking positively sober as he rose from the table to greet mother and child.

“Well hello there~” His tone practically melodious as his usual mischievous smirk was softened into one of welcome, beholding the two women.

“Mo gra, beautiful as always.” The Dagda captures the Morrigan’s free hand and presses a soft kiss at the inside of her wrist, meeting her eyes and giving her hand a gentle squeeze, as if noticing her hidden nervousness. Only when he was satisfied she met his eyes did his smile deepen and multi-colored eyes swiveled to the young woman beside her.

“Now, who might you be?”

meetings–were always strange. especially, irelia supposed, when it came to the more godly side of things. especially to that of her mother. 

the demigod mildly yawned as she held…or rather, clung to the morrigan’s arm, relishing herself in the light warmth and companionship that her mother gave, tilting her head lightly as morrigan refuted her thoughts on it being a date. 

almost immediately, her brows furrowed, teeth nicking upon her bottom lip as she lost herself to her own thoughts, contemplating quietly as they cruised towards the pleasant restaurant that her mother seemed to be going towards, on what exactly was so important for them to have dinner at a fancy little restaurant.

and with her dressed in her simple hoodies and sneakers, instead of a fashionably acceptable set of clothes. 

a mile huff surfaced upon her lips, gathered lightly into a slight pout as she blinked at the pretty man before her, brows raising high into her hairline as she squinted at the sight of dagda capturing morrigan’s free hand and pressing a kiss to the inside of her wrist.

should she do something? 

push him away? stab him maybe?

her eyes fell towards the knife neatly plated onto the table, calculative contemplating if she should even attempt and try protecting her immensely capable mother. 

and what was with his eyes? it reminded her very much of a particular someone else that she would not like to think about, though viggo’s was much more feline than that of the colours of the rainbow. 

the man seemed to look at her with the same type of stare that viggo would endow her with. sometimes. that bright eyed gaze that bordered upon gentle yet subtle adoration. 

irelia frowned lightly, fidgeting slightly in her spot. 

she didn’t really like the attention,  the demigod thought, stuffing her hands abruptly into her pockets and nodding at the other’s question.

“ well…i’m…irelia. and you are?” she starts, abruptly remembering that it was good manners to offer a hand to someone in a handshake when introducing yourself (she’d seen that in some old video that her old caretakers had made her watch as a child. it had got her through many a times from precarious situations anyway–handshakes were such incredible leverages when you wanted to step in and throw others over your shoulder.)” sorry, but who is he? and why is he kissing you like that?”   she pointed grandly at dagda, turning towards morrigan with a mildly worried frown, as though trying to let her mother know with a slight wiggle of her brows that she was more than ready to take this male in front of her on if she allowed.

@mpxmorrigan and @mpdagda​

The Dagda was the only person in the world who could read her like a book. Even close confidants ran the risk of painting emotions on her that should be there, instead of understanding her uniquely shaded pallet of actual thoughts on such things. For him to pick up on the softest grey undertone of worry was testament to the bond they shared. 

“Irelia, this is the Dagda.” It was not hard to see her daughter’s skepticism. In fact she had expected as much; would have been terribly disappointed in her darling if there was not a level of suspicion when meeting a stranger. Especially this one. 

Sharing a look of open and absolute adoration with the other God- The Morrigan was incredibly proud of her child and almost seemed to puff as he got to witness Irelia’s excellent attributes of distrust and bravery -she patted the girl’s arm. “ Calm down, A stór, why don’t we sit?” Waiting just a heartbeat for the proper response from her husband, she guided Irelia into her seat and then took the one beside it.  

"It is an absolute pleasure to meet you, Irelia." He says to the demigoddess now, bowing over her hand as he had done so for her mother, but doesn't show any physical affection beyond a pat on the hand. "If I do dare say, an honor." He grins that impish Dagda grin meant to ease any who see it that he really means no harm.

Straightening up, he leads the two women towards the booth, surprisingly taking over the situation to ease mother and daughter. "Yes, let's sit. Are you hungry? I could eat." He says with a shrug answering his own question as he pulls up first Morrigan's chair and then Irelia's. Manners maketh man, or something like that and he was sober enough to pay attention to the fact this meeting was important to his queen.

"To answer your question though, little Iri--may I call you Iri?--Is that I am lucky enough to bestow kisses on your mother, as she allows me so." As if to emphasize, Dagda leans to press another gentle kiss, this time on Morrigan's cheek before he pulls away to settle in his own seat.

mpxmorrigan​:

fèis samhraidh;

Sunshine Festival Starter for @mpdagda

Having only lived on the island for a couple of months, the Dagda was quite pleased in all this little new home had to offer. He had enjoyed his time exploring prior to coming here, but the island had a unique mixture of all things that it never failed to stimulate Dagda’s curiosity.

And now–a festival!

He had heard the buzz amongst the students leading all the way to the festival itself, knew that his dear queen was also busy making preparations—how fun!

He knew that while festivities such as these were best enjoyed during the day, the Dagda knew enough from his queen that she preferred a more subdued evening. And if he were a more daring man (which he was) would have pegged the Morrigan to her own brand of romanticism, to which he was always happy to indulge.

It was no great difficulty finding her amongst the milling throng, winding down as the sun began to set, and the events turned to something much more mellow. There was to be a fireworks show later that evening, but first—

“Excuse me, dear lady I believe I’m lost~” There was a teasing tone in his voice as he saunters to stand next to his gorgeous wife, smiling appreciatively at the beauty before him. “Though I suppose it would be my good luck, since I am now before such a magnificent creature.” Dressed in vivid colors that contrasted to the Morrigan’s signature black, they did make a striking couple.

The Dagda wiggles his eyebrows, quite cheekily in fact, still buoyed by the energy of the day. “You look stunning my dear,” He was all praises, catching the other’s hand and placing his greeting upon her wrist.

The Morrigan didn’t so much as glance to the side as she saw The Dagda coming. She waits until he approaches and speaks to turn a fond black gaze upon him. “What do they say? Not all who wander are lost?” Her husband certainly wandered, but she did not worry. Worried less now, feeling complete with him by her side. 

Delicate fingers curl around the God’s jaw as his lips graze her wrist. Her thumb skims his cheek bone in silent appreciation. He looks as handsome as ever, his bright plumage suiting him. They were like a pair of birds, weren’t they? Fitting. 

When she gestures a desire to be kissed, the Dagda straightens to action, mismatched eyes twinkling with mirth. "And I have nothing but praises that you indulge me so. Your husband is indeed a lucky fellow. You should leave him if he does not see it." He smiles that impish smile before it softens to one of love and the Dagda gently captures her chin to place a soft kiss upon her lips. Always whenever her touch is bestowed, a rage calms within him, and the frayed edges of the chaos that lurks within him seems to still.

Sunshine Festival Starter for @mpdagda

Morrigan wasn’t quite sure what all her darling husband had gotten to experience during his time awake, but what she did know was that it didn’t matter. If he hadn’t experienced it with her at his side, it was surely a hollow experience.

She had waited patiently to be reunited with the other Celtic God, and now she expected him to spend as much time with her as she demanded. Such was her matrimonial right, was it not? She had given him all the time he may want to enjoy the festivities during the day, but as she steps up onto the curb, lifting the long back sundress she wears out of the way, the Morrigan expects her husband to come provide her companionship. 

And now--a festival!

He had heard the buzz amongst the students leading all the way to the festival itself, knew that his dear queen was also busy making preparations---how fun!

He knew that while festivities such as these were best enjoyed during the day, the Dagda knew enough from his queen that she preferred a more subdued evening. And if he were a more daring man (which he was) would have pegged the Morrigan to her own brand of romanticism, to which he was always happy to indulge.

It was no great difficulty finding her amongst the milling throng, winding down as the sun began to set, and the events turned to something much more mellow. There was to be a fireworks show later that evening, but first---

"Excuse me, dear lady I believe I'm lost~" There was a teasing tone in his voice as he saunters to stand next to his gorgeous wife, smiling appreciatively at the beauty before him. "Though I suppose it would be my good luck, since I am now before such a magnificent creature." Dressed in vivid colors that contrasted to the Morrigan's signature black, they did make a striking couple.

@mpdagda

If there was anyone who Arawn wanted to slap more than anything, it was Dagda. He stared at the  giant rubber duck gracing the campus. Nope, he wasn’t dealing with this today. Nope, not at all. He just speed walked past the duck. Thankfully, it wasn’t in the city lake but who approved this? As far as he recalled, he didn’t sign anything that said there could be a duck in the proper anywhere. A tense smile graced his lips and he just walked past the mess to his office. His comforting offfice of darkness and solitude. 

Which was why Arawn didn't need to wait too long for a response, a multicolored dyed head emerging from behind one of the towering piles of paper, followed by the blearily blinking face of said god.

(  various  fluffy  dialogue  prompts  so  soft,  so  sweet,  just  for  you!  )

❛ i just wanted to make sure you’re okay. ❜

❛ there it is, there’s that smile! ❜

❛ you got me flowers? ❜

❛ i’m not afraid of you. ❜

❛ aw, did you miss me? ❜

❛ you’re lucky that you’re cute. ❜

❛ wait, you think i’m cute? ❜

❛ you’re not alone. you never were. ❜

❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ good morning, sleeping beauty. ❜

❛ it’s better with you here. ❜

❛ don’t worry, i’m staying right here. ❜

❛ you’re welcome to stay, if you want. ❜

❛ don’t be a stranger, okay? ❜

❛ i haven’t laughed like this in a long time. ❜

❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜

❛ you can hold my hand, if you want. ❜

❛ i knew you would be here. ❜

❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜

❛ before you do anything, try this and tell me what you think. ❜

❛ wow i really can’t speak, huh? must be because of how pretty you look. ❜

❛ we can order pizza, watch a movie, whatever you want. ❜

❛ what, am i not allowed to look at you? ❜

❛ i’m not giving up on you. ❜

❛ is that my shirt? ❜

❛ this is a good look for you. ❜

❛ pinky promise? ❜

❛ c’mere, you. ❜

❛ honey, i’m home! ❜

❛ you remembered? ❜

❛ you’re my family too. ❜

❛ let’s go somewhere, just you and me. ❜

❛ i’m here for you. don’t forget that. ❜

❛ you’re the only thing that matters. ❜

❛ was that your first kiss? ❜

❛ i was worried something happened to you. ❜

❛ your heart is beating so fast right now. ❜

❛ relationships are built on trust, and i trust you. ❜

❛ you always see the good in people. even me. ❜

❛ do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are? ❜

❛ nope, puppy dog eyes aren’t going to work this time! ❜

❛ thanks to you, i know what it means to love again. ❜

❛ how about a kiss before i go? ❜

❛ i’m just glad you’re okay. ❜

❛ here we are, home sweet home. ❜

❛ thanks for being here with me. ❜

❛ seeing you happy is all that matters. ❜

❛ keep it. it looks better on you. ❜

❛ i couldn’t stop missing you if i tried. ❜

;family dinner

to say that iri was surprised her mother had called her for dinner wasn’t an exact statement. morrigan had always cared for irelia wherever she went–the demigoddess had long been used to the workings of her everpresent mother. 

she watched as the shadows slowly consolidated around her mother–the familiar well of power that was morrigan dissipating as her mother faded into existence. 

“dinner?”  she was intuitive as much as she was oblivious in others, folding her arms as the blinked at her mother impassively. she tilted her head as she spared another glance at her mother, noting the slight discomfort in morrigan’s stance. was she hiding someone from her? intrigue led the demigod to lean forward with the mildest interest. 

“a date of yours?” she was rather surprised that morrigan had sought her out for her to give some of her time to approve of someone. that particular person must be–unusually important to the norse goddess. with that conclusion in mind, irelia nodded sagey, blinking as she peeked a glance at her untied sneakers. “it’s all the non-vegetable eating. i’m eat a lot. ahri says that it’s my avoidance of veggies that’s making me thinner than i actually am.”  she scrunched her eyes together slightly. “ though–i don’t really get what she means by that.” her shoulder rest against the wall relaxedly. “ i might as well go with you now since i’m free though.” she mumbled, picking herself up from her spot and stretching out her neck. “so let’s go.” she clung to morrigan’s arm in a rare show of mild affection.

 For a moment before she speaks she simply relishes in the action, so severely fond of the little demigoddess on her arm.

“More than a date.”

It is not a correct so much as a detail she adds to Irelia’s pool of knowledge. Of course, her daughter had access to all the information she liked, but the Morrigan doubted she had ever set her mind to seeking out lore pertaining to her mother. The odds of Irelia being familiar with the existence of Dagda were not slim, but they were not guaranteed. Why would her darling little Iri ever need to be bothered by a man unpresented in her life, anyway? The goddess had never felt the need to regale her with stories of some godly step-father.

-and she had been holding onto her grudge. To be quite fair, she still did. But the Dagda was her husband, nonetheless.

“I am so glad you have agreed. I thought you might.” Neither would play at coyness as if they weren’t quite aware the Morrigan knew her child’s schedules, and Irelia knew when her mother had decided they would be having plans with or without prior arrangement. “We aren’t very far at all, and I have made a reservation.”

In fact, they turn the corner of the street on which is located a rather pleasant restaurant; owned by a deity who respects the privacy of their clientele and furnished the establishment accordingly. No light or sign beckons them, but as she guides Irelia in and to the podium they are swiftly escorted to a booth down a set of small stairs and lit tastefully by candles. It is already set.

So when she requested his presence, he did not even hesitate before acquiescing, quite excited to be honest at the prospect of spending more time with his wife. When she made clear what the purpose of this dinner would be, why he was more excited.

Which was why he had arrived at the location given to him by his queen far earlier than how he normally arrived, which was incorrigibly late. That meant, he was actually right on time, looking positively sober as he rose from the table to greet mother and child.

"Well hello there~" His tone practically melodious as his usual mischievous smirk was softened into one of welcome, beholding the two women.

"Mo gra, beautiful as always." The Dagda captures the Morrigan's free hand and presses a soft kiss at the inside of her wrist, meeting her eyes and giving her hand a gentle squeeze, as if noticing her hidden nervousness. Only when he was satisfied she met his eyes did his smile deepen and multi-colored eyes swiveled to the young woman beside her.

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