#;morrigan

[ @mpxmorrigan ]

He had only been around for a day now, the cool winter air causing his breath to billow our like small clouds. Dagda didn’t mind the cold, seeing that he could change it with his harp; but for now the weather was nice. So far, he had met his daughter who also was an officer. Maybe she does take after him.

Finally making his way to the glass doors of the Mount Phoenix Police Department, he smiled as he was greeted by his colleagues. Walking past the Chief’s office and around the corner to his large office with the sleek, metal plating on the door that read;

‘DAGDA, Head Officer; MPPD’

Letting out a gentle sigh, he opened his door and walked in. It was quiet until he froze. Gripping to the doorknob, he managed to look in front of him to his desk where...laying across the oak desktop was a familiar face. A very beautiful, familiar face at that. A wide smile curled his lips up as he immediately walked over to her.

“Mórrigan..”

panic had set in the second that damn wolf revealed what had happened. ronan stood amongst the crowd, frozen in place as he gazed directly at the man who had made all of this happen. while his surroundings went to absolute chaos, ronan seemed completely cool. internally, however, panic and dread ran cold in his veins. brows furrowed, ronan turned sharply and left the room. he was going to find her, and then him. witch first, he thought to himself as he spotted her amongst the crowd. ronan went into full hunt mode, gaze tracking every little movement she made, nose following her distinct almost electric scent, ears drowning everything out except for her steps. it wasn’t long until he was right up on the witch, aware that she had probably known he was following her the entire time. “morrigan.”

[ @mpxmorrigan cont. ]

“Dagda~”

He was stunned, seeing the goddess after so many centuries. Dagda never got to see her after he was slain; this being the first time since he was killed. Closing the door, he slowly walked up to her with that gentle smile that welcomed her.

“It’s been so long..You haven’t changed much at all.”

Dagda kneeled down in front of Morrigan, face leveled with hers while he reached to tuck some hair behind her ear. She was a sight to behold, something so beautiful that was brought up and rivaled the most beautiful of blossoms.

“You must’ve found out I was coming didn’t you? You know I’ve waited too long to see you again.”

{ @mpxmorrigan }

The time had finally came, the multiple gods and demigods mixed and melded into a large crowd that slowly walked up the marble stairs into the large building where the summer Gala was being held. Beautiful women and handsome men made their way into the heart of the event to mingle and chat over drinks and food. It would be the most eventful night yet.

Icelus waited until most of the people were through the door, waiting at the bottom of the steps, dressed sharply with the gold accents on his sleeves that shone in the light. He looked around until he saw the beautiful and dazzling sight of the familiar goddess coming towards him. A smile grew on his softened face and he walked over to greet her.

She looked beautiful; enthralling and breathtaking in the long, flowing black dress she wore with the hints of gold jewelry she wore. Surely she could kill with her looks. Taking her hand carefully in his hand, he brought it up and kissed her hand.

“You look beautiful tonight dear Morrigan. I’m honoured to be with you tonight.”

Pulling his hand that was hidden behind his back, he gave her a bouquet of dark red roses; the petals soft and beautifully bloomed. His own gaze was soft as he watched for her reaction; his smile was gentle but also quite handsome with his sharp features and neat hair.

“From what I can see dear Morrigan, the mortals seem to still continue with it despite it being more advanced than in the past.”

He sighed, wondering why people bothered to do these sort of unimportant things. It made him question whether or not they have strayed a bit from old morals and traditions to do things like wear short uniforms and cheer for sports teams as a pass time. He never understood it at all.