#she has scary dog energy but she's so friendly and kind of a yapper

[diveyne]

@ilmourne | starter call.

haunted and vacant, a stare of a thousand torturous years as though her mind isn't all there, existing on a realm anywhere else but the present, any world that isn't theirs. but in reality, morgana is painfully present, firmly rooted into the rotting ground of an earth that's been left forgotten by the gods. the noise is too much, sometimes: the sound of prayer, cries so desperate in the night from every corner of darkness and shadow. she cannot ever hope to answer them all; being only half god lends itself thinly.

she turns to the person nearest to her, as though they're trapped in a bubble of her own making. it feels as if the rest of the world has fallen into a hushed lull, slowing, quieting, only the roar of her blood in her beating heart thundering. morgana's expression hasn't changed much, still as marbled and impassive as it had been just a moment ago, but her brows lift as she asks, " what do you think? of divinity. God, or gods. " her lips turn half into a scowl, half a battle against the bitter urge to let a laugh slip loose between the soft breadth of her painted lips. " sometimes i think they look down upon the world and its creatures, their creations, and just . . . laugh. they don't seem to do much else, do they? "

she doesn't ask if the stranger even believes in higher powers. it feels silly, knowing what she is, though she's sure the average person would never know, would never believe her even if she did come out and say it and simply write her off for being lost in a world not of their own makings. crazy, in simpler terms. witch, heretic, maybe, if they knew what she could do. " do you pray? has anyone ever answered your call? "