#xmorgan

[ediblepansy]

@morgcnrhys

location: medical bay

Of course Corban's going to see his friend Kit in the medical cabin. The fuzz-ball had always been a saving grace to the warrior, and not just on the healing front. Mostly on the dumb luck front. Like, being the shoulder to cling on while a grassy plain tried to sink Corban like quick sand in the fae realm.

He didn't think for a moment that Morgan would be present. Not just around, but tending to Kit himself (in other words, unavoidable). Mostly, because Morgan was a new name and face to the land of Olympians. It shouldn't matter, it wouldn't have, had Andreas and Holli stayed the hell out of his mind.

Countless slain under his fists and blades, why should this simple run-in matter? Corban wasn't sure what to make of Morgan lending his power to Kit already, but they all became comfortable with their inherent powers eventually. Really, Corban and all of camp ought to be grateful. Healers were vital.

"He's not pulling a dramatic stunt again, is he?" Corban taunts, curious if Kit would hear him. He'd grin, but maybe Morgan wouldn't get the joke... "Um... I'm just here to see if he's really gonna be ok." The warrior explains. "I'm Corban, Ares' kid."

[grxxk-tragxdy]

@morgcnrhys

He had been drifting in and out of consciousness for a few days now, his body trying to get all the rest it could from his near death experience. The son of Green was aware of voices around him but as he drifted he couldn’t make out who or what was being said. Just that he felt safe and warm. As he dreamed he saw faces that he had long lost - his nan and pa, his childhood best friend, Robin - making sure that in those dreams he could spend as much time with them as he could before he was swept away into other dreams that were filled of green plants and a warm voice whispering his name. 

Kit had wanted to stay in these dreams wanting to spend his time equally between the old faces and the warm voice but after a few days he slowly blinked awake being greeted to a bright light blinding him. Reaching up with his right hand - the very hand that was now stone - he blocked the light letting his eyes get adjusted when they fell upon a figure standing next to his bed. 

There was no doubt about it now, Kit was dead as he was staring at the prettiest man he had ever seen. 

“Well shit,” his voice was scratchy from lack of use as he let out a small disbelieving chuckle. “I really am dead if I’m seeing angels...”

[atinystar]

@sevenmccns​ ​

Many things felt weird about her arrival to her father’s and uncle’s hometown. First her father just died, not due to the cancer that spread by his body, but rather the easier and faster route as some said, along her mother that cowardly didn’t want to face the world without her other half, having no regards for her own child, that suffered just as much, even if Morgan didn’t want to give that mind, since after all her parents never truly cared and she was nothing but an accessory. It still left a bad taste on her mouth when pondering about them in such a way, because in the end of the day, she knew her parents were surely a similar product of the media and the side effects fame had on people as she also was in part and in the end of the day, they were dead and the only parents she ever had, so she felt weird to think of them in such a way. She couldn’t help but still wonder if all of this her uncle was doing for her was to get his hands on the money, although he said that her nanny’s reasons could be those as at least he was family, he had reasons to care about his own niece and this would all mean that she was there, free, without any excuses to dip herself head first into recovery.

Either way, with a sigh, she finally left her uncle’s car after what seemed like at least fifteen minutes and observed the wooden large cabin he was living in by the rural area of the country and stood there with her hands by her sides once up, simply holding a small purse in one hand as he didn’t trust her to take anything else. “You should focus only on getting back on your feet.” He said, with a certain reason. Morgan had been extremely sick with an eating disorder as one of the means to cope with what went in her head and around her toxic life and now that she was there to recover, he sort of was being protective of her as her father should of had done.

“Let me at least help you with one bag? The smallest I brought, please?” She still offered, but he still shook his head as he came back out after a while, to reach in again for the trunk on the old vehicle to take out another bag with grunt, which had her feeling guilty, because she knew well she body checked herself in a few of the outfits she brought along, she knew they wouldn’t fit in a while if indeed managing to gain the weight, but the teenager wasn’t yet ready to get rid of them, although having her first step taken, which was admitting she had a problem.

“Wait a bit for us to be done, then -- I’d say we have something for lunch. Do you feel like you can do that for me? I thought we could go to a place nearby to eat and then show you around town?” The male suggested, uncertain of his words and what that would imply, since he didn’t understand the situation, but also didn’t meant to have her run back to the Hell hole she was by before or throw her into any place without knowing if what he was doing was right. Besides, he wasn’t even a girl or had anyone around, so he thought that going to the dinner, talking to the owner there and the girls there could maybe work? Maybe Jackson took a bigger bite than what he could chew by trying to help the girl, but he couldn’t also just stand there and continue to see his family ruin.

“I guess I can try? I don’t really know if I can enter there and really eat much, but I did agree that I needed help. I am here for that. I also could ask anyone if they know recovery centers. I don’t think I can do this on my own.” Her arms crossed as a protective measure, taking comfort in how her still loose sweater hugger her frail frame and nodded to her uncle, waiting for him to be done over with, so they could go to the said place to lunch or try to lunch in by. She felt the tension built up again, but instead of chasing another fight with her uncle, she just tried to cooperate and followed out into whom knew were with a deep sigh. She didn’t want to go, she didn’t want to eat, she didn’t want to face reality, nor what all happening meant, but she would at least try to.

[risingxnix]

@twinnhorned​

“You know,” Nix said practically running up to catch up with the Hade’s acolyte. He even tripped over a rock and nearly landed flat on his face but managed to catch himself in time. Which was pure luck because he had been looking all morning for Morgan and the last thing he needed was to trip, hurt himself and land in the infirmary when he had a very important thing to give Morgan today. “You are a very hard man to track down!” Once the fairy caught up to the other he smiled at him, beaming at him pleased that he had finally managed to catch up to him. “I have been looking evvvvverywhere for you!” 

[ediblepansy]

Corban shakes his head, denying Morgan's apology. It does coax a more genuine smile from him as he reflects, "I've lived here so long, it's hard to sympathize with newcomers at times." In a way the statement was his own apology, but clearly the pair had forgiven each other. "Expressing your emotions can be the best medicine in these circumstances. There's so much to process, so even though I came here voluntarily, happily even, it was a long season before I fully adapted."

He gives Morgan space, not wanting to crowd the concerned demigod any further. "Aw, that's why you tried your hand with fuzzball over there. We can always use a healer, I might argue it's a more critical role than warriors like me." Curious, he pries further. "But... healing isn't all you can offer, is it? There's more."

For someone whose love language was touch, Morgan was realizing how starved he was for it when he felt the touch to his shoulder, not expecting it, but it wasn't unwelcomed, either. It certainly helped anchoring him just a little. He then gave the other man a sheepish and apologetic look. "Sorry. Didn't mean to just...lose my cool and dump all that on you," he said, a slight pink to his cheeks.

Releasing a breath he realized he'd been holding, Morgan followed Corban's instructions. He breathed in...held it...and out. He repeated it a couple more times before he gave a breathy chuckle. "It's funny. Usually I'm the one who's calming down a panicked person. I'm, uh--I worked as an EMT, back home," he explained. "Maybe it's easier when I'm not, y'know, involved in the situation." Taking another deep breath, he then gave Corban a small smile. "I--thank you. For this, I mean."

[atinystar]

𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐬

𝘖𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰: 𝘈𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 (𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱)

𝘗𝘭𝘰𝘵: 𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘱𝘩𝘺𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘦, 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺, 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘮 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘵��𝘮𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘻𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘨𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵, 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘴.

𝘈𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯:𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘧𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦, 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥, 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧. 𝘈𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨.

(𝘗𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵)

                                        ―――――――⭐🌙―――――――

Morgan sort of disconnected at some point from most her family on her recovery, although still caring about them in at least the minimum manner someone should, seeing that in the end of the day they were also a product of their environment as so was she and because she knew people would wonder -- Not only her peers, but the paparazzi as well. If being honest, it was also because she did frankly wanted to see a few of them, but that was beyond the point. What matters is that after giving it some thought, she went ahead and accepted the invitation to one of her cousin’s wedding.

The female wouldn’t usually be the type to do stupid things alike these and knew that people would get in deep trouble or get themselves hurt when having a moment where they would forget all that made sense, while giving ears to desperation, but here she was:

By a coffee shop a few blocks away from her apartment (obviously, so the stranger wouldn’t know where she lived, now on her own as she finally managed to get enough to), warm latte and her small clutch in one hand and the ends of her long peach colored dress in the other so it wouldn’t get dirty, as she waited for her ride and date for her cousin’s wedding – that she contracted out of craigslist.

The more time the girl waited, the longer she realized how she could be either about to know someone awesome, be stood up, which would be more embarrassing than not having a pair and having to deal with the single’s table and her family members that would constantly touch the subject or someone completely crazy that would take her in for an adventure she wouldn’t be expecting to say the least., but either way, it was a little too late to think on it.

With her heart drumming rapidly within her chest and taking a quick glance at her watch before adjusting her hold on the dress again, she glanced to the sides nervously, until she noticed that a vehicle was stopping right by her side. Her heart dropped, this was probably it.

[atinystar]

NEW CHARACTER FILE! [MULTI-SHIP]

Face-Claim: Natalie Alyn Lind

Biography:

Money and fame can be more of a curse than a blessing at times. Heck, didn’t mean she only knew people in misery, but the most? Most had issues. Either with what came with the fame, or had too much money in hands and it wrapped around their heads and necks until there was nothing much left of their essence.

Best example her parents. Morgan was born into both parents living of acting roles, playing as loving parents or worried sister or brother to other characters, but when at home, she doubted they even knew her name. Trusting their daughter to the same business and a nanny ever since a small baby, they remained in their little happy bubble with one the other, went to events together, leaving her at home and when growing, they never made much force to convince her to tag along either and so went, until Morgan sort of only became a shell of flesh and bones without much substance within her. The only care and love, if she could call it that, she had was from her nanny and even so, she didn’t know to what point the woman was doing that due to the money, she felt into the grasp of an eating disorder due to the many demons in her mind that came with her distant parents, the fake appearances and the life of a child actress that now was all grown up and was judged left and right and as if that wasn’t enough, all came crushing down as once her father discovered an advanced state of cancer on his bowels, both her parents took their own lives together and overwhelmed with everything around her -- The lost of her parents, whom she still cried for despite them being basically strangers to her, the news on every platform possible, the questions people did to her, it being paparazzi or common fans of theirs, her Eating Disorder staring to escape her own control, she decided to give this a stop and vanish.

Not in the same sense as her parents, seeing she wasn’t that suicidal, but as an uncle of hers, brother to her father, suggested her to come to his ranch for whatever time span she’d like to stay in by, she packed her things, managed to get herself into recovery and now that she was a little better, she got a job in a local dinner to gain some for herself and hopefully get a place of her own nearby, so she didn’t had to leach on her uncle so much, because God knows she was in a rough state when first arriving and they had some discussions despite feeling like she would be forever in debt with her uncle for all he did so far to help her.

Personality:

This may change with time, but currently Morgan is usually quiet, only responding when talked to, so she isn’t one to initiate conversations and neither will she let topics that don’t seat well with her take much lead. At least she isn’t lying about her health situation and the help she has been needing when it comes to that and her mental health as well and has been accepting help, so her episodes of most stress are coming to be less. In the future, she wants to study psychology in order to help other people in similar situations as well with abusive and toxic household situations that lead to self-harm and other destructive consequences that come with the environment they are in. She is intelligent, although not giving herself much credit, has a big of a short temper at times, but is working on it, she is someone that at times may feel distracted with her inner thoughts and stresses a bit when too much is on her mind, where she reaches a point that eventually she has to talk it out without someone she trusts, because she fills herself up to the point of exploding and that is something she’s trying to eradicate from her personality, although difficult. Again, a lot has lead to where she is not and to get better means not only that she has to eat, but that she has to change her ways as well and trust people more.

Basics:

Full Name: Morgan Lewis

Nickname: Morgan

Age: 21

Birth date: January 1st

Gender: Female

Sexual orientation: She has no idea to be honest, She lost a good chunk of her years to her ED, to worry about things such as these

Her Verses: All single

Spoken languages: English

Occupation: Waitress by an classic American style dinner

Appearance:

Eye color: Dark Brown

Hair color: Naturally Brown but is used dying it blonde ever since a young age, so she just got used to it

Height: 1,63 cm

Body build: Average and thin

Tattoos & piercings: one lobe earring by both ears

Notable physical traits: None

Likes & Dislikes:

Likes: Reading books, listening to music, stargazing, to be on her own, coloring books, singing, studying and she does want to catch up with her studies, to feel independent and in control of her life, fashion, walks by nature, flowers

Dislikes: to look herself in the mirror although she’s trying to change that bit by bit

more about her

[atinystar]

@nikonikoshiii​

“Oh - my!” Morgan’s lips fell ajar, despite her best attempt to not be obvious, despite the fact of what she had heard vampires could do and what powers could come with them. “You see that?” She let out a tiny gasp in her whispered words as she glanced at the new coming guest into their diner, which had Mila pursing her lips. “Morg, you’re not thinking about approaching, are you? I mean I am all in for an adventure and a bad boy, but that sounds a bit too dangerous, they feed of -- well, you know.” The female widened her eyes as a warning and the other girl behind the counter even nodded and shrugged her shoulders as an added response. “Mills is right, Morgan.” Samantha, the recovering addict commented. “Besides, we don’t even know what we would be able to offer to the guy, I don’t really feel like the true blood we ordered last year with this whole vampire community peace with humans thing would be still good.

“Well, ladies, with all due respect, he’s still a client of ours and I’m sure that with the years of living on their back, that they will be nothing but a gentleman, so you’re just overthinking. First vampire we have in our little town and I want to make sure I greet them with a smile as wide as I do to someone else, besides, what if they are vegetarian like on the twilight movies or can go with some rare stake or something? I’ll be fine, promise.” The blonde added with a grin and Mila couldn’t help but to chuckle, knowing that no one would really stop Morgan from feeling curious and approaching.

Finally, taking her notepad and paper from her apron’s front pocket, she approached the very obvious person standing in the room that was unlike anyone else and trembled in her boots as she stood right in front of them. “welcome to our humble dinner, what may I get for you?” 

[ediblepansy]

Corban found himself a bit phased while watching Morgan remove the gloves. A magic user wouldn't typically worry about such things. Maybe he read Morgan's approach as healer wrong. Clearly, there was more to this newcomer than met the warriors dark eyes.

While Morgan combats the talk of their reality, Corban find himself a seat near the entrance. He crosses both arms across his broad chest and can't help but squint, slightly. "It's real." There is no humor or wavering in his tone or gaze. No malice or insult, just truth.

After listening to Morgan, he nods and asks, "What brought you here to begin with, then? I mean... you're willing to help, you've stepped in already of your own accord.

Whatever I or the others may say, it's only your choice that matters."

Seeing as Morgan was really only in his element when it came to the medical side of things, he was spending most of his time in the medical cabin. Making himself busy meant that he didn't have to think about the reality of what was happening, or the reason he was here in the first place.

The EMT was checking on the unconscious man's vitals, fingers lightly brushing back the bangs from his forehead to feel his temperature when he heard a voice. Turning around, he recognized the other's face--there was some race or something they had to do for some reason--and he gave a small smile, even if he didn't understand the joke. It wasn't like he knew anyone here yet, really. Especially when one person wasn't even awake in his presence. "Oh, of course. That's really sweet of you," he said, smile still on his face. "He's going to be just fine after some rest."

Making sure that Kit was comfortable, Morgan stepped aside to throw away his gloves and wash his hands. He nearly made a face at the mention of Ares--what was this place's obsession with Greek gods? "Corban, it's nice to meet you. I'm Morgan," he said. "Sorry we didn't really get a chance to speak before. That was, uh...interesting. Now, when you say you're Ares' kid, are you..." He cleared his throat. "Is this a roleplay thing? Like, what do you call it, LARP? I mean--I get here and people won't stop talking about how I'm Aphrodite's son? Which, admittedly, I'm flattered, but uhm, I'm not sure if...if I'm supposed to be here."

[ediblepansy]

Corban felt himself frown as he witnessed Morgan come to terms with the situation. Honestly, the son of Ares felt some empathy and concern for a change. Usually, children in denial were viewed as a waste of time. Morgan wasn't in denial though, it seemed he needed a caring ear or steady hand to lead him for the next few hours. His first hours.

Corban listened. The vague story coaxed a small pang in his heart. A survival story. Finally, a small smirk appears and he thinks out loud, "Every ones story really is different..." The thought was a mutter, mostly meant for himself.

When Morgan addressed the ceiling, their moment of tension snapped. Corban laughed. "There are... much worse things to say. You're alright." He decides it's time to act. Standing, he sets a hand on the newcomers shoulder, to help him from physically spiraling further. "I'm sorry for assuming what you meant before. ... Clearly, I was missing a lot of information."

Not that Morgan's broken ramble was entirely informative, but it proved the chat needed far more finesse. "Try to slow a bit. Breathe. It will help." An avid student of meditation, Cor hoped the advice wouldn't reach deaf ears. "Through the nose, out your mouth, fill your torso."

Morgan stopped his rambling with a very small, "Oh." He stared at Corban, as if he was searching his face for anything that would've told him he was lying or messing with him--but there was none. "Oh..." he said again, knees nearly giving out from underneath him, but luckily he was able to land on a nearby seat. His thoughts were racing, and he shook his head. "I...my aunt told me I needed to run, to find a safe place. There was--someone had been looking for me, and somehow, I was drawn here, because I'm..." He blinked several times. "Holy shit. Holy shit! So the whole--Greek gods and goddesses, they're real? And Aphrodite--she's my actual mother?" He leaned back, his mind blown. "Oh my god. Wait, can I say--" He glanced above him, as if he was suddenly afraid that the Goddess of Love was watching him now. "Can I say god? This is..." Looking back down, he ran a hand through his hair, aware that he probably looked insane to Corban at this moment. "Well shit."