MORGAN
Some nights, I wish that my lips could build a castle
Some nights, I wish they'd just fall off
Some nights, I wish they'd just fall off
Their words continued and became a wash over her mind, meanings lost in a rise of disgust and exhaustion. It seemed they were all determined to paint her as a fool, one taken in by the Voice and unaware of her flaws, when really Morgan had more sight than any of them: she would not have served the Old Gods so blindly as they did, with the same conviction they accused her of holding for the Voice.
She ground her teeth, especially when Noah spoke. Morgan usually tried to stay above petty insults and anger, but silently (perhaps it would come through her eyes) she did think of him as a vile sycophant to the Old Gods and his new masters, eager to betray someone he had worked with for a long time now as soon as something that sounded better came along. As for Hotaru, for Deimos (who, given his proximity to Hotaru, had to be involved somehow; Neron had even warned her of this)...it hurt too much to put a name to it.
Brown eyes went from one side of the room to the other; her hands did not go towards her hammer. Instead she folded them before her, took a heavy breath. "I know I am outmatched. Clearly, there are other people here, someone barricading the door for you." Morgan turned briefly to look at her window, to see if that was blocked too; it didn't seem to be, but she hoped she wouldn't have to make that exit. "There's no point in me telling you how much of a mistake you are all making. Even if I won in this battle, I would not have a council left." Morgan smiled ever so slightly, a huff of unamused laughter.
"Well. I'd ask you one favour. Do not escort me magically out. If I am to be banished, let me collect my things, my companion, and walk through my beloved Fangs. Can we agree to that?" Chin jutted up, she stared Hotaru in the eyes, hoping the shaking of her hands (rage, the desire to explain to all of them, a little bit of fear that she despised within herself) was not too obvious.
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Morgan reluctantly admits theres no point to her fighting and asks if she can leave on her own terms, getting her companion/things and hiking out through the Fangs.
She ground her teeth, especially when Noah spoke. Morgan usually tried to stay above petty insults and anger, but silently (perhaps it would come through her eyes) she did think of him as a vile sycophant to the Old Gods and his new masters, eager to betray someone he had worked with for a long time now as soon as something that sounded better came along. As for Hotaru, for Deimos (who, given his proximity to Hotaru, had to be involved somehow; Neron had even warned her of this)...it hurt too much to put a name to it.
Brown eyes went from one side of the room to the other; her hands did not go towards her hammer. Instead she folded them before her, took a heavy breath. "I know I am outmatched. Clearly, there are other people here, someone barricading the door for you." Morgan turned briefly to look at her window, to see if that was blocked too; it didn't seem to be, but she hoped she wouldn't have to make that exit. "There's no point in me telling you how much of a mistake you are all making. Even if I won in this battle, I would not have a council left." Morgan smiled ever so slightly, a huff of unamused laughter.
"Well. I'd ask you one favour. Do not escort me magically out. If I am to be banished, let me collect my things, my companion, and walk through my beloved Fangs. Can we agree to that?" Chin jutted up, she stared Hotaru in the eyes, hoping the shaking of her hands (rage, the desire to explain to all of them, a little bit of fear that she despised within herself) was not too obvious.
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Morgan reluctantly admits theres no point to her fighting and asks if she can leave on her own terms, getting her companion/things and hiking out through the Fangs.
But I still wake up, I still see your ghost
Oh Lord, I'm still not sure, what I stand for
Oh Lord, I'm still not sure, what I stand for
