#morgan001

[jaehaerysiitargaryen]

| @intothewylde | | setting:: meeting with one of his earliest supporters and oldest friends, the king informs morgan wylde of his future at court |

“I’m hoping Wyllam accepts his position as my hand. His presence in the Stormlands is vital as much as yours is being the new Lord Paramount.” Jaehaerys smiled, his arms crossed behind his back. They were close. As close as the King could be to a person who was quite different from him.

When it came time to pick the Lords who would know his secrets, along with Lord Morrigen, Garrick Cargyll, and Lord Morgan Wylde. One of the only men in this world he could comfortably and confidently call a friend of his. One of the only men to know where he was when it was time for him to leave as his father, uncles, and loyalists died and failed around them. And now, a day they talked about under stars and around the burnings of camp fires. Boys were now men. If they were ever boys.

The freest Jaehaerys Targaryen could remember feeling was in those days after Vermithor’s death, those weeks of secret traveling and moving from one place to the other and back again until he was at the Starry cause all believed he’d been crushed by his own great beast. His hair had been cut down to the peace fuzz, no beard, and he was dressed as a smallfolk. He was the safest in the Crownlands where the smallfolk would let him and his men sleep in their homes, bakers with bread and poachers coming to give them their kills. ‘No black dragon is m’king, m’prince.’ They would say and he would thank them.

“I would trust no one else with such a responsibility. Am an who is to pass down sentences with the King’s voice and the executioners blade swung with the King’s hand on his or your shoulder. And you leading the charge against any sort of Dornish incursion. I plan on making my cousin’s husband marshell of the marches, defender of the Storm Mountains. He would answer to you of course.”

[ofenigmas]

when: day of the flower festival where: flower festival who: @ofescapisms (morgan)

talon is a bit more than a bit drunk at this point, attempting to process everything he's learned from this fun festival where he's gained nothing other than bad news and somehow accidentally winning a floral umbrella. when the bartender asks him what the strangest thing about being back in town is, hearing jasper's boisterous laugh from across the street, he blurts out, "me saca la piedra que el sinclairs vivir después de a pesar de todo". he takes another swig of beer, before glancing at -- "morgan vovk ? " he slurs. after a considerable silence of still ruminating on the bartender's words, he glances back at morgan. "do you not have cable here, then ? you don't have commercials ? no geico gecko ? "

[frankmulloy]

@mor-beck-more-problems​ replied to this post.

You can change some circumstances, with enough work. Sometimes it's worth knowing you tried at all, right?

In my personal experiences, circumstance is the one thing no one has any control over. I mean sure do want you want to give you a sense of control, if knowing that you tried helps you sleep at night, power to you. But try as you might, if life wants to take a shit on you, there’s little you can do to stop it from going to the toilet.

[luce-blackwood]

@morganblackwood

It had been a few days since royals and pirates alike disembarked on the shores of that new island. It didn’t, however, mean that Lucy appreciated the situation any more than she did before. It was still a hassle to be moved around as if she were an object. It was still a bloody nuisance not to be able to come and go as she pleased or to have access to some basic things. Relying on some random pirate to offer her clothes or alcohol sounded ludicrous in her books, but, at the very least, the new surroundings gave her something to do, and she had to say she nurtured a little bit of interest in knowing what they might have had at the library she had briefly heard someone speaking of.

And, there was also the fact that she hadn’t yet seen all the friends she was aware were on the island. She had seen Wendy and Cas, but, Celeste, Erica, Ainsley, and Teddy were still at large. She knew that Grace and Lorne were okay for they had been on the same ship, still, ever since their arrival, she hadn’t seen those ones either. There was also a pressing concern for what might have happened to Lorne’s wrist, but, she would deal with that when she saw him again.

Moving through the path, Lucy made sure to go through the places where the trees provided some shade from the sun. The last thing she would have wanted, at any given moment, was to be forced to look for someone else because she was plagued by heat exhaustion. Though, as she considered that thought, maybe there could be some other things she could do. She recalled that when she was stuck at the cinema, there was this rather cute doctor she positively wouldn’t mind seeing again. However, it was probably for the best if she could avoid being a patient the next time around.

Wandering through a narrowing path, Luce suddenly saw movement in her peripheral view. Turning around, she could easily note it came from the beach, the point where she assumed they had all arrived just a few days earlier. It was clear to her that someone had brought another royal, and the morbid curiosity in her made her want to lurk. Made her want to know who that poor unfortunate soul might have been, but, Luce was still too far away for a good view, even if she squinted. A few steps forward and the woman looked up from her position revealing striking and entirely too familiar blue eyes that sent the Englishwoman running in that direction, no matter what might have been happening or the consequences.

Her sister was there. Morgan was there. And she needed to make sure nothing had happened to her.

“Morgan!” Luce found herself yelling just seconds before she took her sister’s face into her hands. “Morgan, darling, none of those twats touched you, right?”

[catmazzoni]

Clouds filled the sky for a majority of the day, the weather forecast predicting ran to fall after Caterina would make it home. A lie as it started to pour on her walk from work, sprinting into the nearest unlocked door, practically slamming it behind her. She leaned against the door as she caught her bearings, standing up straighter and clearing her throat as she realized people were staring. “Sorry...nasty weather out there.”

@morganxhunter

[emmaxturner]

Emma walked down the sidewalk as if it were her own personal catwalk. She made it known for people to move out of her way, happily running them over if necessary. One such person wasn’t so lucky, her shoulder colliding into them. Emma whipped around, anger spiking. “Excuse you. You need to learn to watch where you’re going from now on.”

@morganxhunter

[hunterlastella]

With step one of the plan finished, Hunter felt relaxed. The blame still nowhere near him and his sister. He stared down at his phone, procrastinating the homework spread out on the table. Hunter had fallen into a hole of America’s Funniest Home Video compilations, laughing hysterically. “You’ve gotta watch this. There’s nothing like a guy getting hit in the nuts to make your day.”

@morganxhunter

[anthxnyrizzo]

His days off felt few and far between, this one being no exception. Anthony had plopped himself on the couch, binging some reality show he had seen a commercial for once. A bowl of popcorn sat on his stomach as he leaned back into the couch, feet up on the coffee table. His laugh shook the dish, spilling some of it’s contents onto the cushions. “Morgan!” He called throughout the apartment, remembering seeing her at some point during his binge session. “This girl is crying again! And I thought I cried a lot!” 

@morganxhunter

[cyfre-archived-blog]

Debris and chaos.

A scenario that once was all that occupied her mind now becomes everything but.

Instead flashing lights blind her sight. Noise from both chatter and streets with buildings mightier than castles, roads filled with unrecognisable machinery. Overwhelmed by her new surroundings, she feels as though her mind is in a daze. Sudden clumsiness along people passing by do not help either, her body unsteady and pushed around.  

Sypha does the opposite of succumbing when facing danger. 

Even though her powers had been restrained ( a natural feel, the tip of her fingers not sparking as intensely ) , she is quick to release a solid flame with no apparent direction. Her intention to break the crowd gathering around, but of course it was bound to land somewhere. 

That place being one of those strange metal carriages, which abruptly brakes. Forcing others to follow along, in order to avoid a crash. And the culprit stood there a tad more conscious, finally able to breathe.

“What? It’s not a horse...” 

@goetla

[lufestre-blog]

@sanguinetactics​

A sweet boy in his prime.

It is not among her interests, a face so young can be pleasant in sight alone. Better than the boring costumes she was checking in this store -- while sliding fingers through fabrics, she offers a few glances and a sigh leads her to a conclusion. Has it not been boring enough?  Waltzing quietly where he is, she eventually wraps her arms around his own. Honey-like eyes widely looking at him, a smile so innocent it is nauseating. ❝ What are you looking for? Should I help?”

[dearlyinfected]

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"Hmm..."

Sherry was currently in one of the many pastry shops in sector 5. While Noire had offered to teach her how to bake, she didn't want to bother the poor girl whenever she had a craving. Which is why she went out, using money from her first paycheck no less, to see what kind of snack or dessert she could nab today. It was when she was deep in thought of what to get, that she accidentally bumped into the person next to her.

"Whoops, sorry about that!"

[jaehaerysiitargaryen]

intothewylde​:

there were not many in this world that the ruling lord of the rain house could call friend, and it was not due to the man’s solitary nature, for the most part. morgan liked people, was intrigued by them, really, but most did not find comfortable silence with the other. it was those who could withstand morgan wylde’s silence that would soon hear a hearty chuckle from the man, and perhaps even a witty joke, or a story of one of his discoveries. one of those few people, since they were young, was jaehaerys targaryen.

morgan’s father had served his as master of laws before his head was taken by the blacks for his treason, so they called it. though he would not forget, the natural order of things that had brought them to the now forced the man to forgive, enough to be able to work alongside those he had once fought against. he was not a difficult man, and he felt he could rise to the position his old friend, and now his king, had placed him in. given their father’s loyalties to one another, it was certainly appreciated.

the rain house would now rise with his position, a thing he did not necessarily long for, but a thing he would take with pride. the stags were no more, their house now dust in the wind, so it seemed, though their blood was not entirely gone, morgan would not deny, however those with their blood could not necessarily represent the stormlands as they are. the stormlands was vastly different from the crownlands, and while morgan was willing to work alongside the region north of them, he wanted to preserve the culture he has known his whole life, that has gone back many generations.

a small, rare smile came over the face of the lord now, and a nod to show his thanks. “i am certain he will.” he replied, having also known wylliam since they were young as well. “and i am honored with this position, your grace.” morgan added, as well.

“having eyes directly in the marches will do good, i agree.” he stated, finding the idea to charge daeron with such a task an excellent one. “do you anticipate any difficulties in this transition?” as much as he knew the king himself was less of a crownlander and more of a nomad, having spent his life in the crownlands, the reach, the west, beyond the shores of westeros even, he was certain there were still some storm houses that struggled to accept being ruled by a targaryen once again.

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“You’ll be perfect for it. I trust few to speak with my voice and you are one of them. You and Wyllam will work well together.” The Stormlanders needed to look toward his council and say they were represented by their Valyrian King. The Stormlanders would wake up everyday and know their voices were heard and so would their children. He only hoped that as the generations went on they would heed the wisdom of keeping the people together.

His cousin started well, marrying Caerella to a hero of the Stormlands, and had Stormlanders in power position still, she didn’t make the right choice in a King. She didn’t give the Stormlanders what they needed and as a result she failed them. Her husband was dead, her children would die, and so would she. And he would have to find a way to sleep at night. Again. It was an inconvenience at best.

“Not many. I’ve been keeping tabs on those who are anti Targaryen as a whole, namely me in this case. Some who seek to take advantage of the unrest. It’s too bad that Pearse Caron is dead. Had he been wiser he would have just gone to you for a plan. So many were easy to rile and have stayed that way. Handle the fathers and the sons will fall in line. And any who hold malice in their hearts will die cold for there is no warmth in their revenge. The dance is finally over and I won’t let petty houses push us there again.”

The Stepstones would always produce some sort of strife and he would do what it took to set up something like the moves made in his youth when the Steps were tamed by the old sea snake. “I want you to do something for me, if you can, I need more information on Stormlanders and the lands themselves. Work closely with Wyllam. Preservation of Valyrian culture isn’t my only goal. I will see the Stormlanders properly documented and I intend to put my name to many decrees and updates.”

The Doctrine of Exceptionalism would be expanded to include the Valyrians and the Doctrine of Storms would be put forward as well, once he had a proper understanding.

“Will your sister stay in the Riverlands?”