#panmorri

for my love @mpxmorrigan

Before, everything had been chaotic. A proper mess.

Exactly how Pan liked it.

The wild god held love on all sides, finding more in new places and always returning to the familiar ones he held so dear. He was constantly moving, shifting, changing, adapting, learning to feel the world in so many different ways.

Before, everything had been wild. Just how Pan liked it.

But now there was a broken link in the chain. Yixing was no longer Yixing and it left the wild god stumbling. What could he do? Pan was helpless when it came to matters that were anything beyond physical. He was a god of the earth, made of dirt and bathed in sunshine, he could feel when a soul was...missing, but that didn’t mean he knew what to do about it.

Luckily, he thought he knew someone who did.

Having her on the island again had been a gift and a blessing of its own. She owned him as much as anyone can own a wild thing. And he returned to her again and again when he was happy, when he was burning, when he was conflicted. And he returned to her again now that a piece of him was missing.

“My love...”

The wild god was not used to feeling so helpless. He didn’t know where to start.

@mpxmorrigan

When Morrigan leaves her bed of death in his forest, Pan feels it.

He is not worried. He had also felt Aislinn’s presence together with his lover’s, but he can’t help but be woken by it, disturbing the sleep of the wolf pack he had joined for the evening. The alpha - who always turns beta when Pan is around, the supreme alpha in his own right - opens sleep-heavy eyes and huffs at Pan to calm him. The warm, wet breath of the wild thing is surprisingly reassuring; Morrigan will be there in the morning. Probably.

The next time he wakes, Pan notices a shift in the air. The sparrows fly in to chirp the good news, that another year of overabundant luxury is upon the city of Mount Phoenix. Pan can only groan and tear himself away from the still-sleeping wolves. He touches noses with the alpha to signal his departure and begins running the instant he’s on his feet. Arms blur and shift to wings, legs vaporize and shorten, and he’s a falcon taking to the skies and heading for the residential district.

cat and mouse but eternally w/ @mpxmorrigan

The official story is not and will never be that Pan whined for her and the Morrigan came running. That isn’t even how it went down. Not if you ask Morrigan. But a self-indulgent Pan might try to spin the story that way. Of course, he would never claim the Morrigan was at his beck and call, it would be much more accurate the other way around. But every once in a while, day-after-day wild got bored.

And there’s nothing that spices things up quite like death.

And blood, of course. There has to be blood.

As the days grow cooler and cooler until finally Pan can feel his usually agile limbs begin to stiffen as the cold infects them like a parasite, Pan becomes more and more like a discontented child. Winter months always make him think of this particular love, and winter is fast approaching. Though he had searched the shadows of all his wild places for her, the Morrigan has so far seemed perfectly content with staying hidden. That, or she has simply been busy or elsewhere. Certainly she wouldn’t avoid him.

Would she?

That question is answered when Pan grumbles through complaint after bitter, cold-induced complaint, and he finally makes a spontaneous plea for Morrigan’s presence and company.

He can hardly believe it when she shows herself before him.

Like a loyal dog running to meet his owner, Pan approaches Morrigan in a way that suggests his tail would be wagging if he had one at the moment. Which he doesn’t, but his grin is a perfectly adequate replacement for the moment.