you got married and didn’t even invite me?
— @morloveslili 🍷
Hello, Mor. I checked the invited, I did invite you. I got married and you didn’t even show up?

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you got married and didn’t even invite me?
— @morloveslili 🍷
Hello, Mor. I checked the invited, I did invite you. I got married and you didn’t even show up?

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"Are you gonna finish that? Thanks." This is how breakfast usually goes in their little shared home. Billie prepares the breakfast, she puts more on Morrigan's plate than his little fairy appetite is ever going to manage, and then she steals some for herself. Only easily measurable foods, though: a slice of bread, which she's already noted down in her notebook because she planned this all along. "Soo, spotted any talent yet? Or is everyone in the grave digging industry, like... dead?"
She's Morrigan's biggest cheerleader, and she's totally rooting for him to find a cute Ozzie boyfriend here. Fresh starts and all! It's just a pity he got assigned to a job with so many corpses. @morriganxshaw
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was no one going to tell me about how delicious morrigan’s concept outfit was
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His twin’s recent texts and calls were just enough to set Kieran on edge. He’d seen his sister fall into a pit of self-loathing before and it wasn’t an easy thing to pull her from. The only positive happened to be the lack of body count in her wake, since the last time he recalled this happening she’d soothed herself by killing two-thirds of the inhabitants of their hometown. Kieran noticed the change in Morrigan’s appearance as soon as she entered his shop, her paler than usual skin, the dark circles under her eyes, and the dullness in her normally vivid green eyes. He quickly grabbed her and ushered her back to his office, and as soon as the door closed behind them he bit into his wrist and held it out for her. “First things first, you need to feed.” His blood didn’t provide as much as a human’s would but it was better than nothing. || @ofcaliginous
Nothing like farmers markets and fresh coffee to make your soul happy.
seer morrigan : you see a darkened cave with two figures, red eyes piercing into your soul and bidding you to run, and the promise of danger to come
𝔱𝔴𝔬 𝔭𝔬𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔬𝔫 streak towards you, sundering your view of the dusk court's wildwood, and strike like flung arrows — one at the center of your forehead where your third eye blinks open, one at the center of your chest where your heart wrenches. as with all your nightmarish visions, you are transported elsewhere whether you like it or not, dragged and deposited onto foreign shores. you are a ghost, a suspended soul dangling above a scene unfolding. only this time, the red-eyed souls that haunt the cave below look through the trappings of their world and into you. they see you.
their wordless message echoes around you, wings of broken birds, crooked rills, death rattles —
// d a n g e r . . . danger! ... R U N .
you are panting when you wake, your heart thundering. wavering hands grip at your chest where fear spreads like an eldritch poison. ink pluming in a well. you feel broken apart, eyes all around you, whispers trailing into the recesses of your mind.
. . . there's no where to run.