meme   |   mulan starters.

        ‘   FROM YOU, I might believe such words… and yet,             if our companions insist upon following such foolish             fancies I can not see us completing anything at all. we             should not waste our time with this.   ‘

      meme   |   four times, one time.

it got a bit… uh, long. so i just focussed on the star one. D>oh gosh i hope it’s all okay. 

            i. 

  SHE is the first out of the undergrowth, like the sun in the morning.       to say that the young woman was not stunned the very first time       her eyes found surana euphe would be a lie. a lie morrigan was       more than willing to tell, even to herself. the elf held fire between      her slender fingers; the very same energy that now pulsed,       threatening to awaken, underneath morrigan’s own skin. shifting      slowly, she watched as euphe’s companions came to join her;      the redhead talking — always talking. yet the woman did not      take heed. her features did not falter. in that moment, morrigan      knew she had no choice. she would follow this woman; like the     moon chasing the sun. and so she did —

                            where do they go ?   she wondered,                                                        w h y   a r e   t h e y   h e r e ?

           ii.

   UNTIL that moment, none of them had meant anything. they were a      means to an end. to her mother’s end, perhaps, or to her own. and then       the warden turned; task complete, and stole the breath from her lungs.       euphe stood, garbed in blood and make regal by the fear of the bandits      that lay at her feet. beside her, alistair made a pained noise of dis-      approval, and yet morrigan could not help the smile that grew upon her      lips. oh how long they had remained dormant. there was no elegance       there — her hair was matted with innards, and she wiped a smear of       ash across one, bronze cheek before carrying on, as if it all were naught.       she had left the wilds behind; at her back; but in euphe they lived. in this      strange, circle mage, bred with her stone walls and books. blood suited       her; morrigan thought. perhaps this would all not be so arduous after all. 

          iii.

   THE HUNT was merely her new excuse to avoid the dwarf and the      assassin. in truth, they needed no excess of food. & yet, that night,      ‘twas not frightened animals nor darkspawn she found, but the       twisting form of something familiar. naked flesh, and closed eyes;      water cascading from her shoulders as if she were a statue. she had      thought; as a woman, she would care not for anyone’s nakedness,       but as a wolf, euphe wove herself into her senses quite differently.       everything about her was different; her scent, the beating of her       heart. ‘twas carnal desire that she felt now — though for hunger?       she could not say. her mother had told her once there were many      types of hunger — ‘twas hunger that would burn the world. she       felt it now, that fire, deep in her bones. that fire belonging to the       most natural of beasts with the most natural of urges, that brought      the world into new ages.

      how could such a sight fascinate her so? what was wrong with her?      a snarl. a growl; from the shaggy, dark wolf, and the warden’s eyes      flashed to hers. the wolf was gone; into the undergrowth, the       moon, fleeing from the sun. 

          iV.

   WALLS OF STONE were like wire around her neck. she did not      know how to survive such a horror. and yet this was supposed      to be a kindness by that Eamon fellow. leliana certainly seemed      to approve, yet she had not seen euphe to discuss the foolishness      of locking themselves away inside an estate and scheming       against noble’s of no consequence. however; when the warden      entered, all sensible thoughts were swept from her mind.

      dressed in silks instead of blood, or water, the woman managed       to move with equal grace. and with every step she captured the       witch’s eyes — the pale fabric of the grown like liquid silver       against her darker skin. someone; perhaps herself, had pulled      her hair back from her face and set it with pins. morrigan could      see little outside the shine of her eyes. her lips opened. then      closed. what words could be given to this—? what… foolish… 

      ‘   this is what you are wearing?   ‘   morrigan mused.   ‘   t’would      not have been my choice.   ‘

      ‘   i was practically bundled into it. don’t say a word.   ‘   the smile      on the elf’s lips only made it more unbearable. 

      ‘   I would never.   ‘   morrigan laid a hand upon her heart.   ‘   and      yet I — … you are, that is to say… missing that most important of       adornments.   ‘   she took it from her wrist; a bracket of sapphires,       gifted to her by euphe a few weeks ago. how she adored it.

                                                 h o w   s h e   a d o r e d   e u p h e .

          V.

   MAJESTIC was the creature that reared up in front of her. a bear;      it’s fur the same dark, feathered mahogany of euphe’s hair; it’s       eyes her eyes; it’s fangs her tactful grin. morrigan paled underneath      her, vanishing in the shadow cast by moonlight, looking up at the       rearing creature, and laughing gently as she lowered down. she       had given euphe her time; the time to take in the form, and the       sounds of the forest. to take in the hunger and the singing,       screaming rush of nature. how far she had come… how powerful      she was…

      euphe sat, and they were face to face. morrigan laid a hand upon      the beast’s warm fur, and, with a softness that graced her lips only      in rare moments she whispered;   ‘   you are beautiful.   ‘

      & suddenly euphe was in front of her, her hands raising to take       morrigan’s own as warm fur turned to cool skin.   ‘   well, it was       about time I stabilized the form —   ‘   euphe laughed. 

      ‘   you are beautiful.   ‘

      euphe’s laugh died on her lips. but the witch did not look away.       she should have said it sooner. she should have said it a thousand      times, as soon as the other burst from the undergrowth as the sun. 

                   ‘  AYE. t’would be an accurate description.   ‘ 

         AND YET the mage was slow, cautious, curious, a little…             dismayed that she knew nothing about this stranger. she             had thought her inquiries unto the Inquisition covered all             of their allies; however strange. but this man — she had             never seen another like him. and she did not like to be in             such a position.

           ‘   I —   I am afraid that I am at a disadvantage, sir — ?   ‘