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Happy DADWC Day! How does "not knowing how to handle being accepted by someone for the first time" from the Angsty Found Family Prompts sound for Morrigan & Tabris?
Had a lot of fun with this one! Thanks for the prompt! Mara is Going Through It and, much to Morrigan's surprise, spiders is the least of her concerns. @dadrunkwriting
Morrigan & Mara Tabris
Pastries and Giant Spiders 648 words
“I must warn you warden, some find my particular strain of magic to be…unsettling.”
Mara shrugged and took a massive bite of the stale pastry. “Its magic, as far as I know its all weird stuff. Somebody just waggles their fingers and boom, suddenly fire.”
Morrigan’s brow furrowed, eyes drawn to Mara’s nose where a glob of icing had attached itself. “You truly know that little of magic? Hmm, perhaps it would be for the best for me to demonstrate. I would not want you to get surprised by it in combat.”
Mara waved her off. “Sure, sure go ahead.”
Morrigan’s entire body contorted, and Mara could hear the soft popping of ligaments and cracks of bones refitting themselves to a hard exoskeleton. The spider- or rather Morrigan- scuttled around for a few moments before shifting back, flesh and bone refitting it to a form once again human.
Morrigan smiled, a wolf showing her teeth. “You can perhaps now see why I this is something I would want to discuss beforehand. I have found that many think it unsettling to say the least and frightening to say the most.”
Mara’s tongue worked its way over and between her teeth as she tried to get at a bit of pastry that had gotten stuck there, jaw moving to the side. “Well, I’m glad you did let me know beforehand. Would have been awkward if I stabbed you thinking that darkspawn had somehow tamed giant spiders.”
“You are taking this quite well,” Morrigan said with a raised eyebrow and disbelieving tone.
Mara looked up at her from her pastry, half gone now but having shed powdered sugar all over her legs. “Why? Do you want me to be upset?”
“It is not that. Rather-,”
“I mean, I can run around and scream for a bit, but I’d rather just eat this pastry if I’m being honest. Even if it is stale…and hopefully not a little mouldy.”
Morrigan straightened, her head tilted and blinking quickly. She looked rather like some kind of ungainly bird, not quite chick but not quite fledged. “It is just… when I was a child I would sneak away and would find children from the village playing at the edge of the forest. And I would go up to play, and thinking it the most normal thing in the world, would transform. Only to find them running off screaming and calling me a monster.”
“I don’t mind spiders so much personally. As a kid I once captured three spiders in a jar to keep as pet and named them after my cousins. Shiani did eat the other two but they were all chill to me when they were alive.”
“It is just-”
Mara took the last bite of the pastry and stood up, not even bothering to dust off the sugar granules from her hand as she placed it solemnly on Morrigan’s shoulder. Even as she did, her posture grave, her voice was a shaking laugh. “Look, Morrigan. This doesn’t even rank in the top ten craziest things that have happened to me in the last month. And if I’m being honest, next to the fact that I now need to go on fucking quest to save the fucking world, its small potato. I honestly couldn’t give a rats ass if you can turn into a giant spider. Like, its a bit spooky, not gonna lie. But that is kinda just your whole thing. So just take it as a win that you’re doing a good job at being a bit creepy and we’ll just move on with our journey yeah?”
“Right, yes of course warden.”
“Oh maker don’t remind me. Just Mara. Please,” and she wandered off, leaving the witch behind her confused and with the outline of a hand in white sugar on her shoulder. “Fuck that pastry was good,” exclaimed the warden, to nobody in particular.
Hi, happy Friday! For DADWC, how about:
"falling back into old patterns" for Tabris and Morrigan
Having lots of fun with Mara and Morrigan today :D @dadrunkwriting
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There was a soft knock at the door, of the Denerim estate and before Mara even had time to call in the mysterious caller, the door was opening. Mara turned to see Morrigan stepping inside on light feet, closing the door behind her. She looked over her shoulder sharply, expecting to see Zevran. Come to start the fight all over again, or more likely pretend it never happened. All over a stupid earring, all while her father was missing, while her people were dying because of those damnable vints.
“Hey Mog,” Mara said with a tired smile, trying to hide her red eyes, “whatcha need?”
Morrigan bit her lip, her eyes restless. “It is not so much that. I- just- that is to say that-” it should have been a warning sign to Mara that the witch did not make some kind of jibe about the nickname she had begrudgingly accepted from Mara with all the dignity of a cat trying to pretend it hadn’t just tripped.
“Eamon then? Did he want something else? If so you can tell him to take it up with Alistair who is actually the highest ranked of us.”
“’Tis not that thankfully. Rather. I suppose…I just wanted to check on how you were managing. Given what we found out about today about your family, and your disagreement with the Crow, it would be perfectly natural for you to be struggling.”
“Oh well thanks for checking in,” Mara said, turning away to look back at some meaningless set of papers laid out on the desk. “But really, I’m fine”
“It is just that we,” Mara heard the grimace in her voice, audible enough without needing to see it, “that is to say that I was worried I suppose.”
Of all the damned times for the witch to develop her empathy. “Really Morrigan, I’m fine. I’ve just got some details for our plan for the landsmeet I need to sort out. You just go and do whatever it is you do for fun. Talk to bats or something.”
There was the sound of soft shoes scuffling against the stone and the strangling start of a word from Morrigan’s mouth, before the footsteps turned to leave, closing the door behind them once more.