this next fanfic contains morrithorne which I DO NOT ship bc mordence. I actually was commissioned to write this by a friend and I thought: “hey, why not just post this!” i must make clear that in this fanfiction morrigan and Hawthorne are 17. they are old enough to actually kiss eachother. Okay? understood? Let’s get on with it then.
Hawthorne and morrigan sat in the damp, grassy rain room, under a wooden picnic table. The duo thought the room would sprinkle a light mist in the wee hours of the morning, but they were gravely mistaken. instead of a light mist, the walls were a downpour of cold, wet rain.
“You’re sure you checked the calendar?” Hawthorne asked while wiping the water from his eyes.
“Yes, I’m sure.” Morrigan answered honestly, “it said, ‘5:00am, slight drizzle.’ I’m not lying, go and check yourself!”
Hawthorne got up and walked over to the chart that explained what would happen when. “It says 5:00pm, morrigan.” Hawthorne scoffed, “‘5:00am, downpour.” He laughed at her mistake and she laughed along awkwardly after some time.
“Shut up, Hawthorne.” Morrigan stood up next to him and pulled her umbrella over hers and Hawthornes head. She couldn’t reach all the way, so Hawthorne held it for her. They were dreadfully close and Morrigan could feel a slight blush creep onto her face.
She wrung out her hair, and started for the hallway. “Well, we better get changed then,” Morrigan trudged out of the room flanked by her friend. “Don’t wanna catch a cold!” She tried to sound energetic, but really she was focused on making that stupid blush leave her face. They walked to her room in silence and when they got there, morrigan made him go through her station door so there was no risk of him seeing her without clothing.
“Go, Hawthorne, I don’t want you to walk in on me.” she turned away.
“Pppffffff,” Hawthorne seemed amused, “we literally sleep over all the time, share food and drinks, and basically know all of each other’s secrets.”
“You don’t know all of my secrets....” morrigan softly spoke, “I have things I keep to myself....”
“LIKE THINGS I DONT WANT YOU TO SEE.”
“You’re a terrible person.”
“I have things, on my body, I don’t want you to see.” Morrigan explained to him as if she was talking to an infant,
“Like,” Hawthorne whispered and gestured to his chest,
“What the hell Hawthorne?” Morrigan looked disgusted.
“SORRY I JUST DIDNT KNOW WHAT YOU MEANT.”
“Fine. If you’re going to keep asking, I have scars.”
“Like normal stretch marks? Because if anyone shames you for those then I’m gonna beat them up.”
“No it’s okay, I mean, it’s completely out of your control!”
The silence between them stretched out for ages as the realization hit Hawthorne hard in the face.
“You have THOSE scars?” Hawthorne asked. Morrigan thought: If he had known how she had got those scars he wouldn’t be asking such stupid questions. Suddenly her voice turned fierce.
“Hawthorne, get. Out.” She spat each word at him. His eyes glistened and his face went pale.
“Oh, morrigan...” he walked up to her and put her face in his hands, “I am so sorry. I won’t stay if you don’t want me to.” He seemed genuinely hurt. Morrigan could sympathize.
“It’s okay. It’s fine,” she let out a deep breath, “my dad wasn’t the best but that’s okay. I’m here now!” She forced a smile, “I have everything...” she lied. she looked at Hawthornes concerned face.
“Yea, you do, but I don’t think you think that. Morrigan, you have me, cadence, fen, Jupiter, jack.... it’s all fine.” Morrigan got angry again.
“Yeah, I really do have everything don’t I. I have a family, in the republic, who doesn’t even want me, I have a murderer as my teacher, a mad ginger as a sort of dad, you, who rides dragons and who actually has a family, and cadence who is so great and she’s worse off than me and I don’t like that because she is still nicer and better...” she trailed of, sobbing.
Hawthorne looked grim, “morrigan, you have so much more than that...”
“Right, name one more thing.”
He shook his head, “I can’t tell you.”
“Real nice. Can’t even boost my self esteem. You stupid-“ hawthorne pulled her lips to his and they shared the most wonderful moment morrigan had ever had. Morrigan knew at that moment that she was safe. She knew she was loved. She knew all the words Hawthorne hadn’t been able to say because... well.... they weren’t really words! Feelings, moments, not time, time was relative, but memories and emotions like a slow dance or jumping in the waves of a blue ocean. Nostalgia. Feelings of home. When they came up for breath, Morrigan was crying. Everything was going to be alright because she had Hawthorne.
