Oil and Smoke

Morgan

Snakes are biting at my heels
The worries that refuse to let us go

"I suppose so. Do you see any of my colleagues in here?" It was probably a wildly unprofessional question, but she was curious and it made her laugh to think of Deimos with cucumbers on his eyes and oils being rubbed into his back, or Noah getting a pedicure. Not that she felt they didn't deserve those things, but...well, Morgan was pretty confident she was the first among them to partake in Hotaru's offerings.

No one but Neron had touched her neck in a long time and Morgan swallowed, uncomfortable until Hotaru paused to show her own scars. After a moment of taking them in, the Warden felt better, but had to ask: "Thank you. Please...do not tell anyone about that." So far, no one knew, not even her own council, and it kept things simple.

Simple ish.

"I try to stay neutral on all the Gods. I don't find any of them particularly appealing, honestly. I prefer to be my own master. Their power can be useful and I will pay their prices for it, but...I don't want a substantial relationship." Perhaps for her next addition for the Citadel, she ought to ask the Voice, just to even things out; she was sure the technology at the Goddesses fingertips could be just as powerful as the Old God's magic. "That..may be a harder position to hold as time goes on, but for now I hold onto my right to not choose."

I've been kicking them away
Been hoping not to let them take control