tw: blood, heights i suppose? language, implied death or unconsciousness, hollowpox spoilers
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Morrigan had never really thought that Sub-Nine had been difficult to get to. Well, the first week after she'd met Rook and had seen Sub-Nine for the first time, Morrigan had marveled at how well kept a secret it was. The only reason it had been so well kept was because no one knew how to get to it and they also weren't allowed on the level. Those were really it's only defenses. At least that had been what Morrigan had thought.
Morrigan had never really minded the stairs. Sure, she would occasionally not be fond of them if she was late for a ghostly hour. But she had never really minded the exercise and the spiral staircase had always made her think of a castle in one of the books she had read.
It's a typical Tuesday morning about two months after Morrigan had had her first lesson on Sub-Nine. She knows the layout of the level by the back of her hand by now, which is the reason why she's reading while descending the stairs, a hand on the wall because why would WunSoc ever do railings? They were Wunsoc. She has a Ghostly Hour in the Gossamer-Spun Garden at 10 o' clock, and it's 9:50 when Morrigan checks her watch on the stairs.
That teeny, tiny, distraction may be what leads to what happens next. Morrigan doesn't really know if she trips over her own two feet or if she ends up missing a step, but the next thing she knows is that she's falling. Morrigan has enough time to try to grab onto a wall or something, anything and think Oh shit when she fails.
And then Morrigan is falling and she screams. It takes too long and also happens in a split second, which maybe would amuse her in different circumstances. And then she's not falling anymore and there's a snap. And then pain. Everything hurts, and there's black at the sides of Morrigan's vision, almost blocking out the dark and shiny cobblestones beneath her. Morrigan doesn't want it to hurt. She puts a hand to the back of her head -the part of her body that aches the most- and when Morrigan pulls away, she's somewhat surprised. Her hand is wet and coated with a dark, sticky liquid. Huh. Weird.
"That's not... that's bad," Morrigan has time to whimper before the darkness claims her and she goes limp.
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Febuwhump Nevermoor 2022
FanfictionThe Febuwhump 2022 prompts, but with nevermoor characters! There will be some aus, and some hollowpox spoilers. I will post these as I write them. Not daily. And please, please be wary of the prompts! I'll do my best to put tws but still!! (I do no...
