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" Utter it again and I swear I'll kill you!"
"Morganā¦how can you be so blind as to not see the truth?" She wanted him to agree with her finally. No matter how much she dreamed about it, that would never be reality. "ā¦Sheās not mother. Sheās just a monster. And Iāve said that time and time again. Look at all of what she has done to the realm to RUIN IT!"
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Pouty Morgan was pouty. Her outrealms self was more developed than she was!
Returning Home|| Rex & Morgan
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Gods, why did he agree to go on that gods forsaken trip?Ā
For the past month, he had felt useless. Utterly useless to everyone within Plegian castle who mattered. Mainly his mother of the current world. The manakete approached the castle with no haste at all. He was not eager for this return home. However, he knew that he had to come home eventually, as he had found what he was looking for.
A new reason. A new reason to hate the world. And he had found it. His rage refueled, he'd head to the castle doors. However, due to his new look, his cape discarded as he now wore a coat, and his hair even longer and messier than it was when he left, the guards stopped him.
"In the name of Lady Grima, stop right there." One said. Rex stopped, looking at them through his long hair. "Who are you and why are y-!?"Ā
Before he let them finish, he transformed into his manakete form and blasted the guards through the door. Reverting back to his human form, he walked in. The guards grunted as the other muttered.
"W-welcome home.. Prince Rex.." He uttered. Rex stopped and looked down at him. Usually he'd be happy about being one of the royals, however, now was not the time. He simply kicked the man in the head, causing him to be knocked out. He growled as he walked down the halls. Going to report to his mother of his return. Or to his brother, who'd be happy to see him, however, his change would only brush him off.
"...Hmph." He finally said. He figured wandering the halls would be best.
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//- gonna AU the shit out of this :D just cause I thought it on a whim and was like āokay writing this crap out nowā. A brideā¦ Morgan still couldnāt believe this was happening to him. His mother, a highly revered Plegian hierophant who served the king and vessel to the Fell Dragon had practically sold him, in his eyes. In order to strengthen relations between the two countries and avoid possibility of a war the prince had found himself tied into a political marriage with the Ylissean princess, a woman he could only recall meeting once or twice during childhood. Even then he had his suspicions about the whole thing. He might still be a teen, but he was a tactician and he knew there had to be reason for them to insist he be the one to move. Traditionally daughters were married and moved in with their husbands, not the other way around. They wanted to get close to Ylisse for some reason and were using Morgan to do so. He kept his head in his books as he rode in the carriage, ignoring the way the fabric of thisĀ costumeĀ meant to impress his new bride scratched at his neck. There was no way this woman, princess or not, would get a positive reaction from him. This thought he kept secure in his mind as the carriage slowed to a halt, as the door was opened for him and even as he slammed his book shut and exited into the twilight-lit courtyard. Red eyes met with the blue haired woman that stood at her fatherās side and he swallowed nervously. Damn it all, this would be harder than he thought. She was absolutely gorgeous.
Lucina sighed quietly, looking around for a few moments as she waited for the carriage to arrive. She had heard that her fiance would be arriving that day, so she needed to make herself more presentable.
Of course, she wasn't overly happy about needing to wear a dress... But she had been told that she needed to in order to make a good impression on the other... And if she didn't make a good impression, the marriage wouldn't work out, and the wars would likely happen.
She looked up at her father for a few moments, before hearing the sound of hooves against the ground as the carriage appeared and stopped in front of them.
She waited anxiously, shifting back and forth as she waited for the door to open. She quickly smoothed her dress as she waited, before clasping her hands behind her back as the male stepped out of the carriage.
When their gazes met, she hesitated for a short while, before looking away in embarrassment.
Well... At least he seemed like a decent person.
I DON'T CARE IF IT'S BIOLOGICALLY IMPOSSIBLE. NOWI X SEYUA KID THAT ISN'T NAH
//!!!!!!!!! Loveeeeee
Name: Nail
Gender: Female (No Y Chromosome)
Class: Manakete
Personality: Bubbly and silly, but with far more of a capacity for seriousness than Nowi. She tends to try to be the center of attention wherever she goes, and it is likely that she serves as a Yin to Nah's Yang. Where Nah is quiet and serious, she is more loud and boisterous. Think Cynthia.
Skills inherited: Swordbreaker (Seyua) and Deliverer (Nowi)
Who they like better: She loves bother her dwagonĀ dragonĀ parents
Who they take after more: Probably a bit closer to Nowi in personality, but closer to Seyua in appearance.
Personal headcanon: Seyua regrets letting Nowi name both of their children.
Sibling headcanon: Nah is consistently jealous of the attention she gets from Nowi.
Appearance: More full blooded than Seyua, she grows about as slowly as Nowi (it would be sad if Nowi's wife and her child had breasts before her), but her hair is a bright pink. She has soft features, and keeps her hair relatively short compared to her mothers'. She dresses more like Seyua, in a more modest armor than Nowi's... whatever you call it.
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"I know, dumb question.." He sighed as he walked over, showing her the small tub of salve heād brought just in case. "Here, let me help you with that, this will take away any stinging."
He sighed and took off his own coat to set it aside. āYou have to listen to me though, Morgan. Marc isnāt here to replace you. Sheās here for the same reason you are.ā
As he explained he brushed her hair out of the way and gave a tiny sigh of relief. The dragon had gone relatively easy on Morgan, and while there was no good way of saying that at least he knew it would heal quickly. He removed his gloves and sat down behind her to start carefully applying the salve to her wounds.
"Both of her parents are dead and she canāt go back and face her brother. Sheās not a replacement, she just has no where else to go. ā¦ah, you just said it yourself too ā you donāt work for mother, youāre here for my sake.
Youāre part of the family in an odd sense because of me, but Marc canāt ever replace you in my heart. You have to trust me on thatā¦ā He removed his hands from her back and frowned, knowing how absurd that must sound.
"ā¦trust me.. hahā¦ but we promised. And I intend to at least keep my promise to you."
Ā She stayed quiet while the other was speaking. After all, he was there to check up on her and se how she was. There was no sense to lash out at him for something he did not do. However, that did not stop her feelings for what was going on inside of her.
"...You say that so easily. Yet, look at it from my side. She has a different past than me, and one were she probably followed Grima so much easier. It makes her more malleable, and thus can be formed to the way your mother wants. It still does not make this so easy on me."
She grit her teeth, feeling the salve applied to her. "It doesn't change how I feel on this matter Morgan. It just feels like it is only a matter of time before your mother would choose to be rid of me for good because of what all I have done to you. You've changed since you me me, and you cannot deny that. Something tells me she does not like that at all. I'm scared Morgan...and I definitely do't want something happening now that we have Linde to take care of too."
sonofgrima thanks I hope it is too everything has been up and down but it's slowly getting there and thank you for your well wishes
