Morcant & Bryony. - Blog Posts

WHO: morcant nott & bryony and valerian parkinson @bryonyparkinsons @xsecretkeepers WHERE: st. mungo's hospital, blishwick wing WHEN: new wing at st. mungo's

Obviously, Morcant couldn't avoid Bryony and Valerian for too long. It was rather silly of him to do so, of course, but he would take all the time he could from telling them he was now engaged. It's not as if they would particularly mind, after all, they were married to each other. It was more of the "Morcant Nott being a selfish bastard" gag roll. Nobody could fault him for saying he was charitable, being a Nott was a warning sign as good as any. ━ Hello, Lord and Lady Parkinson. It's a pleasure to see you today. I'm afraid you just missed my fiancée, Winnifred Yaxley, but I'm sure we'll have time to socialize later. We'll send the invitations for the engagement party later this week. ━ Morcant smiled pleasantly, cutting straight to the chase. He couldn't stand sitting on this for a single more minute.

Morcant: if you knew you were going to die tomorrow, what is one thing you absolutely have to resolve and/or do before then?

Call him crazy, but Morcant had his preparations in place for when he died. That's something only a few people knew about: how fucking paranoid he was. Underneath all the sweet smiles and good nature, there was a deeply neurotic and paranoid young man. He could try to say that it was a byproduct of the environment, but he didn't know how much truth there was in that statement. Elowen knew about it, she had his will in hand and his portrait hidden somewhere safe. He had letters for everyone he loved, telling what he thought they should be happy in his absence. That he loved them, and they should have a long, happy life. He wouldn't run desperately towards loved ones, making confessions that wouldn't have a tomorrow. Why would he tell Valerian and Bryrony that he loved them? He would die the next day, and there would be nothing to do. It wasn't fair to dump that on them and then die, they would have to live the rest of their lives with that in their conscience. Morcant wasn't a good person, but he wasn't about to condemn two people with a life filled with "what ifs". Things were better this way. Quiet and lonely. @nobelandloved @xsecretkeepers @bryonyparkinsons

Morcant: have you had any romantic or sexual experiences that made you realize something about yourself?

@bryonyparkinsons @xsecretkeepers Girls were objectively hot. Morcant had always known that. He liked girls, he'd had crushes before. Merlin, he'd been half in love with Bryrony for half of his life. When he looked at her, it was all sunshine and rainbows. She made everything seem simple. She was so good, Morcant genuinely thought they would get married someday. Maybe. He didn't know how that would work, because marriages were dysfunctionals by nature, and he didn't wanna risk ruining their friendship like that. If they got married, they would start fighting and it would all grow cold. Her blonde hair falling on her face, blue eyes that reminded him of a blue sky in a rainless day, and hands so soft... So small and soft, like she could heal every ache he had ever had. How smart she was, resourceful when she thought no one was looking, and how it broke his heart that her eyes were clouded with dreams she thought she couldn't have. If he could, he would pick her dreams from Yggdrasil itself and bring her in a silver platter. Morcant knew better, that marriages weren't meant to be happy. At the same time, there was his best friend. Things were easier when he didn't know he was in love with his best friend as well. It hit him on a saturday morning, after a day running around in the Nott Gardens like they didn't have a single worry. They were disgusting with sweat and mud, lying on the grass, too tired to get up. Valerian had his eyes closed, basking in the tiny ray of light that shone between the clouds. He had long eyelashes that rested against his high cheekbones. Morcant didn't realized he said that out loud. "You have long eyelashes." He blurted out, suddenly feeling self-conscious. Valerian suddenly opened his eyes, and Morcant felt like all the air had left his lungs. Fuck. He was in love.

Morcant about Valerian's first fiancée. @xsecretkeepers

GOSSIP GIRL (2021-) 1x02, “She’s Having a Maybe”, dir. Karena Evans

GOSSIP GIRL (2021) | 1x12 - Gossip Gone, Girl

“Polo’s mothers might be lesbians, but they’re old, ok? They don’t get it. I don’t get it either, to be honest. I’m not going to pretend I’m modern, but– girls don’t dream of having a white wedding with two grooms, you know? It’s not what we were taught. I used to think that people were like two halves trying to make a whole, or like nuts and bolts. All you had to do was find that one piece that fit you perfectly. But Polo and I didn’t really fit together before. Then you showed up…and now we do fit together. You’re the piece we were missing. And, hell, when you find love, it sucks to have to let it go”

Polo/Cayetana/Valerio in Élite’s Season 3

who: morcant and bryrony @bryonyparkinsons where: conservatory, nott manor

"You know my mother loves you, right? Lady Astrid Nott definitely would be here, if she could." Morcant commented to his friend, after both of them settled in the comfortable french Bergère chairs. Between them, a matching table completed the set, with a porcelain tea set and little appetizers. "Things could be better, I guess. Father is being stubborn and choleric, but that's not news to anyone that knows him. Yes, I'm still unmarried, as I'm constantly reminded." He snorted, in a rare showcase of ungentlemanly, and sipped his steaming cup of tea. "How about you?"

"Mrs. Parkinson, it's great to meet you. The festival looks much better now that you're here." Morcant smiled courteously to Bryony, as if they didn't grow up in the same social circles their whole lives.

There was a playful undertone underneath all the politeness, of course. It was interesting to see his childhood friend as a married woman. But, then, that was probably his fault for not having settled down yet.

"I don't believe I'm the best person to have an opinion on tapestries, since the only tapestry I truly remember is the Nott's family tree tapestry. But I do enjoy the Yuletide spirit, it's my favorite." Morcant said, settling comfortably beside her.

Who: Bryony & Open Where: Samhain Festival, Market Stalls

Bryony had thought long and hard how her re-entrance back into society post-wedding would go, and it hadn't been this damned festival. They were supposed to attend a gala last weekend for one of the many charities she helped out with, but of course, she had been sick and they couldn't attend. And now her husband goes and tells her at the last minute that he would join her later, that something had come up. She was not pleased but she was unwilling to sit at home for another weekend. So here she was, hoping he would come and find her before it was too late.

"The holiday may be over tomorrow, but the season will go on for a while. It wouldn't be particularly tacky to keep this up, would it?" Bryony mused to the person beside her, showing them the tapestry that she had been looking at.