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#morgan macveigh. | main verse *#morgan macveigh. | historical au *#morgan macveigh. | scream au *#morgan macveigh. | coven bound au *#morgan macveigh. | supernatural *#morgan macveigh. | true blood *#morgan macveigh. | BG3 *
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The wind on the hill blew with such a ferocity, it whipped Morgan's dark hair around her pale face, making her look wild. Eventually she cursed under her breath and retrieved a silk ribbon from a pocket in her coat. Pulling her curls back, she worked to tie her hair up into a frail bun. A few strands still fell loose around her cheeks but she couldn't be bothered to fidget with them.
"Has anyone ever told you that you often speak like a great hero from a dead world's tale?" the witch quipped, her tone gentle despite it being laced with cynicism, "Your people aren't the only ones being persecuted during this war, Mr. Fraser. And now, with the threat of our lands being ripped from our fingers like a newborn babe from its mother, my family, my people will have nowhere to go. The moment your clan looses it's county, they will discard the rest of us like thoroughly butchered livestock carcasses. We will be left with no power, no prospects, and nowhere else to turn to but the British isles or the Americas."
Fresh tears rolled down Morgan's face but the win dried them just as swiftly as they fell. "The world will forget me and my people long after we are gone from this world. But people like you, Jamie?" she laughed, scoffing into the air, "People like you, Jamie, will live on forever no matter what. Never to be forgotten by history. Long after we are wiped out by the King's armies. You will live on. You and your clan. Long after the righteous death that awaits you."
@magicveiled asked: ‘ this freedom tastes like ashes ’ // morgan @ jamie?
❈ — The fiery Scot sat upon a blood soaked mound, overlooking the countless dead lying within the greenery and those scouring through them for any surviving men needing aide.
"Freedom is ne'er free, lass." He murmured, streaks of blood staining his white shirt and face that tell just how hard he fought for said freedom. "Someone, always, pays a price fer it. It is ne'er easy, nor fair, and shouldn'a be taken lightly..."
#you can decide whether or not he knows she's magic lol either is fine w me#morgan macveigh. | historical au *#morgan macveigh. | roleplay *#ofmythsandfables
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@innerwar asked: ❛ Why am I the only one in this fuckin' world to be held accountable for my actions? ❜ - rdr seán @ morgan bc he feels complainy rn lmao
"Must you be so MELODRAMATIC, Mr. MacGuire?" Morgan groans, hauling a leather fire log carrier over her shoulder, "You're being held responsible because you are responsible. I mean, honestly, what did you think you were trying to accomplish in the first place other than escort trouble to our very doorstep?"
via a darker shade of magic sentence starters
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