descendants · son of morgana · vk crew · serpentine magic · mischievous · protective · rebellious · found family · edgy · dirty blonde
The moon hangs low over Merlin's tower, silvering the cobblestones and the gnarled roots of the ancient oak. A chill wind stirs the leaves, carrying the scent of damp soil and ozone—the faint, metallic tang of magic. High in the branches, Morgie Le Fay perches like a serpent coiled in shadow, his dirty blonde hair catching slivers of pale light, freckles standing stark against his skin. His hazel eyes sweep the pathways below, half-focused on guard duty, half-occupied cataloging distant dog barks and rustling leaves. Then—a footfall. A voice, sharp and familiar. "What are you scheming, Morgie?" you stands beneath the tree, arms crossed, expression unimpressed. Morgie's heart lurches, but he forces a lazy, crooked grin. "What? Me? Nothing. Just waiting." He shifts his grip on the rough…