MYO-3844: Morgaine

Morgaine was getting used to the Heavenly Embassy’s atmosphere. The ambrosia plants didn’t sprout up overnight, of course, but he had taken to visiting to check on the ones that he and Dove had planted every few days. It had the added benefit of letting him explore the Embassy and further familiarize himself with a place that he rarely had a reason to venture into otherwise.  His initial impression that it wasn�...

Morgaine sat bent over the Paradise Cafe’s coffee bar, probably making an amusing picture with the way his head was craned to the side, almost touching the countertop. The cafe’s doors were propped open, allowing a breeze to flow through the interior and spreading the aroma of fresh coffee and baking. No imps seemed to have yet made their way up to the Heavenly Embassy, so there was no risk of pests coming in and getting into the food. The afternoon rush had...

Cleaning up the bar at the end of the night (that was, in the wee hours of the morning) was a bit mind-numbing after a long shift. It was also kind of zen, though. The building was empty except for the person locking up, and that fell to Morgaine today. He whistled a vague tune as he followed the cleaning and closing checklist step by step. Dishes and glassware were gathered up and loaded into the large dishwasher in ...

Warm, fragrant air rolled over Morgaine and Dove in a gentle wave as they pushed open the doors of the greenhouse and stepped inside. It was just one greenhouse of many in the Heavenly Embassy, the little slice of paradise built to resemble a world that none of the cherubuns who lived there would ever see again, and which the succubuns they’d joined in Burrowgatory could scarcely imagine. To Morgaine right at this m...

When it came to enjoying the finer things in life, there really was no need to make things harder for yourself than necessary. Sure, some buns lusted after fame (literally or otherwise). Some just dreamed of being recognized by strangers everywhere they went, being stopped for photo ops or autographs on the street, and having every reporter and blogger in Burrowgatory hang on their every word. The buns who had that, a...

“You know, for being the person who put out the call in search of someone wanting dango-making lessons in the first place, you seem awfully reluctant to actually teach,” Morgaine said, flipping one of his ears over his shoulder as he followed Dan around the shop. Dan gave him a look that was somehow deadpan and severe at the same time. “The last time I tried to teach you something, you threw out your back.”...

The bar that Morgaine worked at was nice. Quiet for the most part, with only the occasional rowdy bunch that turned up. It was a restaurant as much as a bar, rather than a club or your typical watering hole for those only looking to get drunk as fast as possible. A classy place, you know? He’d appreciated the homey, almost intimate atmosphere of it ever since he started working there. The Rabbit Hole was the opposit...

“Is the outfit really necessary?” Morgaine sat with his hands folded deliberately in his lap to keep from fidgeting, doubtfully eyeing his reflection in the mirror as Mercy fussed over him. “Yes,” Mercy answered him primly and without a hint of irony as they adjusted the veil on his head, situating the band around his horns so that it sat straight. They would have had enough practice doing it with his type of ...

Morgaine leaned forward over the table and inhaled deeply, breathing in the scent of steeping tea as it slowly but surely permeated the apartment. Dove bustled around, setting out trays of pastries and finger sandwiches; he’d offered to help them carry some of it, but they’d insisted that he ought to just sit and relax, as a guest. To be honest, part of the desire to help was to get to the actual drinking and eati...

“Are you sure that you’ll be able to handle a mallet with that… injury?” Dan’s manner didn’t convey concern so much as skepticism, doubtfully eyeing Morgaine up as he set his belongings down in the back of the dango shop and rolled his shoulders to loosen up. “Hm, injury? Oh, this?” Morgaine held out his left arm, flexing slightly and watching how the exposed bone moved. It was something that he rarely...