MORGAN
And oh, poor Atlas
The world's a beast of a burden
The world's a beast of a burden
Thankfully Neron did not try to argue that point with her: the one thing Morgan really would not be able to stand from the man would be him trying to pretend he knew better about the mountains she had been made from. There were levels of Outlander arrogance even the Launceleyns hadn't crossed yet.
"Hmm." Morgan just shrugged, not personally finding Neron's continued healthy existence a good motive to let him stick his fangs in her. He'd made the choice to become someone dependant on the strange ritual to survive, so it was his own fault to be dependant on it now.
The mention of extreme physical pleasure though, that struck her as odd. Unfortunately for Neron, Morgan was determined to know everything she could about the Ascended: they were discussing this, comfortable or not. "Physical pleasure? Similar to a drug or alcohol? I do not want an epidemic of my people trying to get fleeting joy from feeding the Ascended."
"Hmm." Morgan just shrugged, not personally finding Neron's continued healthy existence a good motive to let him stick his fangs in her. He'd made the choice to become someone dependant on the strange ritual to survive, so it was his own fault to be dependant on it now.
The mention of extreme physical pleasure though, that struck her as odd. Unfortunately for Neron, Morgan was determined to know everything she could about the Ascended: they were discussing this, comfortable or not. "Physical pleasure? Similar to a drug or alcohol? I do not want an epidemic of my people trying to get fleeting joy from feeding the Ascended."
And the ships are left to rust
That's what the water gave us
That's what the water gave us
