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draconic-ichor · 11 months

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Spinning Gold

Part 12

Morgott/female tarnished fic

Warnings: strong language, sexual themes, talks of pregnancy, blood, brief mentions of sexual assault, pregnancy trauma, brief mentions of violence against infants

Summary: The Lady attempts to find out more information about omen pregnancies…

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“There must be some account…” the tarnished pressed, worry beginning to knot her brow.

The physician made a sound, slowly walking along the length of the bookcase, searching. His thin fingers traced over a few tomes, lips silently mouthing the each title. Finally, he pulled one free, taking it to the table to thumb through it.

“There is…” he concluded, voice low, “An account of an omen laborer in the Weeping Peninsula….” He read further, “Forced the self onto a serving girl to the same hold….hmm.”

“And?”

The man’s lips deepened into a frown, tone mimicking the concern. “The resulting pregnancy did produce an omen child.” He concluded, eyes still scanning the page.

“Was the baby healthy?” The tarnished padded closer, stomach twisting as her eyes caught the bloody illustration upon the page.

“…it does not say.” The physician sighed, following her gaze, “People’s concerns were not with the babe…I’m afraid.”

The page depicted the infant’s fate: a newborn omen, horns excised to weeping stumps, heavy chain already adorning the small throat.

The Lady swallowed, hand drifting to her stomach. The physician flipped the page, hiding the image away. He looked back to her, “Omen have strong constitutions as a species, my concerns more lie in how the more….abnormal…traits will affect my Ladyship.”

Voice void of its usual mirth, it replaced with a solemn cloud, she asked, “And what does your books say about these abnormal traits.”

“Mostly how to remove them.” He admitted, defeatedly, adding, “The care of inhuman species quite a new notion in the fields I frequent, I’m afraid.”

She nodded, looking lost.

“We may consult a perfumer?” He offered, “Their guild has been known to service omen throughout the shattering.”

“Is it not also their guild that the Omenkiller’s are born?” She asked through tight jaw.

“Do not Damn the masses for the actions of the few.” The physician hummed, adding when he got a withering look, “I would be sure to only consult trusted individuals.”

“…if it is all that can be done.” She sighed, defeated.

Elsewhere in the castle Morgott walked slowly through the hall, this wing less opulent and the ceilings built much lower. He had to bend forward to keep his horns free from bumping any of the woodwork, bringing his ears much closer to the open doors he’s passed.

Normally he would just go about his way, this section the shortcut to his personal part of the gardens. But something caught his ear: voices spoken much louder than their gossiping words would usually brook. His steps faulted, listening to the maids.

Ease dropping on the staff wasn’t a hobby of the king’s, especially in such a place of security for them….yet this conversation.

Morgott, as quietly as he could manage, leaned closer to the cracked door. A gaggle of maids, some handmaidens to boot, were washing linens together.

“The Lady went to the physician again.” One spoke, “D-Do you think she’s worried about the babe?”

“O’course she’s worried about the babe!” Another scoffed, “What new mother isn’t?!”

“N…no. Think the babe will be…?”

“An omen?”

Morgott felt his breath catch in his throat.

“It’s…likely?” A handmaiden sighed, “They say the curse takes your whole bloodline. It must be true, right?”

A few little voice chirped in agreement before an older voice broke out. It was from a senior maid, hardened from years of hard work.

“As if it will be the kings!” The old woman scoffed, never stopping her scrubbing.

“What do you mean?” The handmaiden almost sounded offended on the tarnished behalf.

“We all know no one would choose to lie with such a beast.”

A quite fell over the others, only the sound of soapy water and soppy linen filled the room for many moment. With a grunt, the old woman picked up a basket of freshly washed clothes, adding sharply, “Mark my words. That baby will be born perfectly human.”

A maid hissed under her breath to that, “You don’t wash their sheets…”

Morgott’s heart twisted in his chest as he burst through the garden doors, quickly making his way into his personal greenhouse. His eye stung terribly, but the smell of earth soothed him a bit. As the glass door closed he was hidden from the outside, finally breaking down. Sitting heavily on the stone floor, tail thumping beside him, he rubbed his face, all the emotions of the last weeks threatening to drown him.

His gut was a storm, part of him hopeful that the baby would truly be human…even if that meant he didn’t father the scrap. But something deeper, more primal, wanted it to be an omen. An unshakable symbol of his claim.

He shook his head. Never should have even think such thoughts. His is a curse, a stain. It would be cruel to wish that on a child.

His breath escaped in a ragged huff, willing emotion to quell.

It would be kinder…safer…for the people to think the baby isn’t his…

He thought darkly. The idea cementing a heavy block in his stomach.

I will do my part in that charade…

He concluded.

It took almost a month to organize the meeting with a perfumer, the Lady’s seclude overloaded.

A table was set for tea in the Lady’s private sunroom, small cakes and pastries decorated fine porcelain plates. Everything was just as if a visiting dignitary was to arrive, the Lady wishing this meeting to go smoothly.

She blew on her own cup of tea, nerves already beginning to fray. Morgott had withdrew into himself with the recent weeks, leaving the Lady quiet alone on her conquest for answers…not that she would pry him much on the matter anyways but that was a different story. She almost didn’t hear the doors to the sunroom opening, the small procession to follow. It wasn’t until the guest was announced that she hastily sat her cup down to greet them.

“I am the new guild master of the Capital’s sect of perfumers, my Lady.” The woman bowed, “You may call me Noda.”

“Welcome, please sit.” The lady gestured to the free chair.

“Thank you.” The perfumer sat down her heavy bag before carefully sitting as well, moving about her long robes as she did so.

“If it is agreeable with you, Miss Noda, I would like to get straight to my reasonings for calling upon your guild.” The tarnished began, as a handmaiden poured a second cup of tea.

“My all means, my Lady.” The other agreed.

The Lady nodded thankfully, sitting for a moment to collect herself before explaining, “I’m sure you’ve heard of the potential this pregnancy has to produce an omen, given that the King is one himself…” she signed, “But unfortunately the information on such topics is at best very limited and and worst barbaric. Iv combed through all the books our physician keeps and found their contents lacking. My hope for this meeting, is that your guild may have a more thorough and unclouded account?”

“I understand.” She agreed, “Common healers avoid such topics.”

“With the new order, my hope is for such information to be more widely taught…but that hope doesn’t quite help my case currently, however.”

“I am very intrigued by your very special circumstance.” Noda smiled beneath her mask, “I am excited to study the pregnancy.”

The Lady put her cup down, commenting, “This can not be the first case of an omen pregnancy you’ve encountered?”

“Not that.” Noda shook her head, eyes widening with wonder as she went on, “Not only do you carry an omen…this is the first child produced from a God and a Demigod in our histories! This is…well this is groundbreaking.”

“I-I never thought of that.” The Lady paled a bit as she words sunk in.

Unaware of the other’s discomfort, she added, “This has the potential to progress medicine and everything we know of demigods.”

“So is there nothing you can tell me that can help my current situations?” She asked, voice soft.

“Oh, there’s plenty!” The woman smiled, reaching into her large bag. She pulled free a tome. It was thick and made of a worn green leather, no words etched into its cover or spine. Sitting it gingerly down between them, the perfumer explained, “This is one of the guild’s tomes on omen, it’s everything we know of them…for this opportunity we thought it better in your hands.” With a tilt of her head she added more softly, “Take it as a peace offering of sorts, if you will.”

The Lady swallowed, leaning forward to take the book inhand. Deep curiosity bloomed over her features, fingers itching to crack open the yellowed pages.

“So we have a deal?” Noda smiled.

The tarnished nodded before finding her words, “We do.”

“Good!” The perfumer stood, reaching out to take the Lady’s hand, “I look forward our next meeting!”

The farewells and reschedules felt far away and blurred, the Lady’s mind in swirling knots.

Since Morgott’s self imposed reclusion the Lady had begun sleeping in her own quarters once more. Half of her bed was piled high with pillows and blankets in an attempt to make it seem lest vast…an attempt that wasn’t quite working.

She gingerly got into bed, holding the little swell of her belly and huffing once she was all in. It was getting harder every day.

Eagerly she scooped up the tome from the bedside table, the anticipation to read through it eating her up throughout the rest of her busy day. Finally alone she cracked open the yellowed pages.

It was fascinating.

Every page was filled with intricate details pertaining to omen: their biology for the most part, but also seen social structures, psychology, and how their bodies reacted to medications. Nothing was hidden for fear of blasphemy, it was simple honesty from the only ones that took the time to learn.

Her exploration faltered on the section of infants, the inked sketches wholly and utterly different than any other depictions she’d seen. Babies with downy feathers or fur, and chubby cheeks, but unlike the others these were serene, drawn in a rare moment of peace. Her fingers softly traced over the lines of one….a rare spark of hope alighting in her chest.

#spinning gold #morgott/tarnished #morgott the omen king #elden ring fic

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carryingthebanner · 1 year

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if you haven’t listened to jeremy jordan sing last dance then stop what you’re doing and go do your ears a favor

#MANS ATE #HE LEFT NO CRUMBS OK #AND TAYLA PARX DID NOT HAVE TO GO OFF LIKE THAT #jeremy jordan #spinning gold #my thoughts

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jasonisaacs · 1 year

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this is the same character which means jason will be dressed up young/old in this film omggg i love him already

#katie.txt #i get the feeling he won’t be in the film a lot because he’s only had 5 seconds of trailer footage so far #but the film looks really interesting… i hope it gets released in the uk soon #also… love that he’s wearing blue?? literally his brand 💙#jason isaacs #spinning gold #the film isn’t out yet btw…

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bethannangel · 1 year

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Jeremy Jordan being the lead in a movie in 2023 that people are gonna go see just because of the soundtrack?!?! Yes son!!!

#jeremy jordan #spinning gold

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balsanja · 1 year

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Donna Summer & Neil Bogart

#donna summer #neil bogart #casablanca records #spinning gold #disco

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thecurvycritic · 1 year

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Jeremy Jordan and Jay Pharoah Are Spectacular in 70's Biopic Spinning Gold

Did you know that Midnight Train to Georgia was almost coming out of Houston ? Or that only one of the Village People could sing? Spinning Gold spills all the tea. #spinninggold

Donna Summer, Bill Withers, KISS, The Isley Brothers, George Clinton and Parliament Funkadelic had one thing in common – Neil Bogart. A mastermind marketing genius, Bogart signed these acts to his Casablanca and/or Buddha record labels during the 70’s literally defining the disco era and beyond with hit records like “Love to Love Ya Baby,’ “Lean on Me.” “Rock and Roll All Nite,” “It’s Your Thang”…

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#bill withers #black podcasts #buddha records #casablanca records #disco #donna summer #geroge clinton #jay pharoah #jeremy jordan #kiss #ledisi #neil bogart #parliament funkadelic #podcasts #spinning gold #spinning gold movie #tim bogart

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air2civ · 1 year

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Spinning Gold (2023) teaser clip with Alex Gaskarth who plays as Peter Criss of the band KISS.

#spinning gold #alex gaskarth #all time low #pop punk #musical #spinning gold 2023 #kiss #peter criss #kiss band #band #records #music #emo #punk

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popentertainmentmusic · 1 year

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SPINNING GOLD (2023)

Starring Jeremy Jordan, Wiz Khalifa, Jason Isaacs, Jason Derulo, Jay Pharoah, Michelle Monaghan, Dan Fogler, Sebastian Maniscalco, Winslow Fegley, Ledisi, Sam Harris, Caylee Cowan, Chris Redd, James Wolk, Tayla Parx, Lyndsy Fonseca, Peyton List, Pink Sweats, Casey Likes, Alex Gaskarth, Michael Ian Black and Vincent Pastore.

Screenplay by Timothy Scott Bogart.

Directed by Timothy Scott Bogart.

Distributed by Hero Entertainment. 137 minutes. Rated R.

Neil Bogart was a larger-than-life legend in the music business, even if very few people other than music nerds like me still have a clue who he was.

Bogart ran Casablanca Record and Filmworks, which after a very rocky start became the most successful independent record label of the 1970s. Bogart worked with and/or discovered such acts as KISS, Donna Summer, Gladys Knight & the Pips, Bill Withers, The Village People, Parliament/Funkadelic and Joan Jett & the Blackhearts. He worked hard, lived hard, partied hard. He ran up monumental debts and threw legendary parties. He ran afoul of music biz execs and the mob. All of that before dying way too young at 39 of cancer.

It's a fascinating, under-explored story about the highs and the lows of the music business in its glory days. Bogart’s son Tim has long felt that it was important to tell his dad’s story and has been working to get his dad’s story on film since the 1990s. (Early on, Justin Timberlake was in talks to portray Bogart, although eventually he had to drop out because his musical schedule was packed, and he could not fit it in.)

Now, finally, after decades of waiting, Tim Bogart has gotten his father’s life story onscreen. He did it in a way that his own dad would appreciate – going the independent route and taking on the tough work (screenwriting and directing) himself, and basically willing it into existence.

“Getting that story out… is… moving for me,” Bogart told me in a recent interview. “I do think this is a great parallel in the perseverance and the dream I had in making it.”

Bogart has captured a fascinating look back at the wild west days of the old music world, sex, drugs and rock & roll back when it was safe and normal. Like many recent music biopics, Spinning Gold is a mix of hard reality and fanciful romanticization. Sometimes it feels like a serious gangster drama of the 1970s, at other times a jukebox musical with some damn good music provided by current singers playing the legends of days past.

While most of the celeb singers have the voices to pull off the roles, they mostly look almost nothing like the performers they are playing, such as Donna Summer, Gladys Knight and Bill Withers. Also, a personal note to Wiz Khalifa, in 1976 almost no one had nose piercings, not even someone as wild and funky and willfully out there as George Clinton. So you may want to take those things out when portraying a real-life character from another era.

However, I suppose this is not supposed to be a tribute act. The song is the thing, and mostly the re-recordings of legendary hits of the 1970s work surprisingly well.

Holding it all together – the ringleader of the film portraying the ringleader of Casablanca – is Broadway and TV star Jeremy Jordan (Newsies, Little Shop of Horrors, Supergirl) who can access both Bogart’s showmanship and hard-nosed determination. It’s a fascinating bit of myth-building.

“That was kind of Neil's vibe,” Jordan told me in that same interview. “He just wanted to make you dance and wanted to entertain. He was a showman.

“He's writing his own ending, and it is really kind of beautiful and magical and different in that way,” Jordan continued. “We don't feel tied to ultra reality, and this is the exact perfect way that this happened. It doesn't have to be [real] because it was sex, drugs, rock and roll. It was the journey as opposed to the actual truth of it all.”

You could say that about the 1970s in general.

Spinning Gold is spinning some fascinating tales of life on the periphery of superstardom and the high you reach by going all in and creating some genre-defining art. Plus, it’s got a great beat, and you can dance to it. What more can you ask?

Jay S. Jacobs

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#Spinning Gold #2023 #Music Review #Jeremy Jordan #Jay S. Jacobs

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Jeremy Jordan and Timothy Scott Bogart

People Out There Spinning Music Into Gold

by Jay S. Jacobs

There are lots of people whose name you probably don’t know who are responsible for much of the music which has made up the soundtrack of your life. People like Neil Bogart.

Neil Bogart started as a singer himself, but he did most of his moving and shaking behind the scenes in the music biz. First of all he was an exec at Cameo/Parkway Records, then he played a huge part of Buddah Records, working with the likes of Gladys Knight and the Pips and Bill Withers.

However, his real masterpiece was when he started his own record label – and against all odds, despite huge debts and substance abuse issues, he turned Casablanca Records and Filmworks into the biggest independent label of the 1970s. Bogart fought radio disinterest and bad breaks and eventually turned slow-burning acts like Donna Summer, KISS, Parliament/Funkadelic and The Village People into multi-platinum hitmakers.

He eventually sold Casablanca to Polygram for an eight-figure sum and soon started another company, Boardwalk Records, for which he signed Joan Jett and the Blackhearts and also Harry Chapin for his last album. However, by then Bogart had been diagnosed with cancer, dying in 1982 at the extremely young age of 39.

It was an only-in-America type of success story, full of drugs, sex, rock, money, organized crime, dancing and tragedy. Bogart’s son Tim, who was just a boy when his father died, has been trying to get a film going showing his father’s dramatic life behind the scenes in the star-making process for decades. Now, finally, that movie has been created with Spinning Gold.

Playing the exuberant musical exec is Jeremy Jordan, star of stage (Newsies, Bonnie & Clyde, American Son) and small screen (TV’s Supergirl and Smash).

In voiceover during the film, his character of Neil Bogart acknowledges that while you may know who KISS and Donna Summer were, you probably have no clue who Neil Bogart was.

So, Jeremy Jordan, did you know who he was before getting the role?

“No,” Jordan laughed during a recent Zoom call. “Of course I didn't. No offense, Tim, but no, I didn't know who he was.”

“I don’t take offense,” Bogart replied, good-naturedly.

“I'm a music lover as much as anybody else,” Jordan continued. “But I never delved into who was the big record producer in the 60s and 70s. Of course I knew the music and the artists, but no, I knew nothing about Neil or Casablanca, or any of that. It was all new and exciting and wild to me when I when I heard about it.”

Which is, of course, the whole point. Tim Bogart has been wanting to make sure his father got his due, both as an artist and as a businessman. He lived an incredibly dramatic, tragically short life. Now, Bogart is able to somewhat remedy the fact that most people are not familiar with his accomplishments. He loves the fact that finally, hopefully, his dad will get credit for all the amazing things he did in such a short time.

“It's extraordinary,” Bogart explained. “And it's extraordinary for so many reasons. Certainly, as the son who feels like here's this incredibly consequential character who I do think got lost to history, to some degree. Even though the music that he created, and so much of the business ideas that he created, still very much thrive today. So as a son, for sure. But I also just always thought it was an incredibly important story about dreamers and how important it is to persevere.”

Perseverance is something that the younger Bogart knows about. After all, he has been trying to get Spinning Gold made since the 1990s. At one point it looked like it would happen with Justin Timberlake playing his father, but that never happened due to Timberlake’s busy musical schedule. The delay did work out in a positive way, too, because at this point in time, and doing it as an independent – just like his dad did with music – Bogart was able to direct the film as well.

“Getting that story out, as well, as is just as moving for me,” Bogart said. “I do think this is a great parallel in the perseverance and the dream I had in making it.”

Making it, of course, meant immersing themselves in the whole sex, drugs and rock and roll vibe of the 1970s music world.

“It's sex, drugs, and rock and roll and the character says that,” Bogart acknowledges. “But it was the ‘70s, which meant there was sex before it was deadly. Drugs, everyone was doing them, and it wasn't as dark. And rock'n'roll for sure. So I never looked at sex, drugs and rock and roll as a negative, even though so many pieces of the ‘70s tended to couch it as a negative or cautionary tale. I saw it as just an extraordinary time coming out of the ‘60s, this expressive moment in the ‘70s. I actually thought it was an extraordinarily cool time, even though I was really young. I wish I was a little bit older to experience it.”

Bogart and Jordan started to laugh. “What did they give you when you were six?” Jordan asked.

“Let me tell you, it was a lot of contact highs growing up,” Bogart said, still laughing.

Jordan turned a bit more serious. “Yeah, it's totally foreign to me, of course,” he acknowledged. “I'm not a big partier or anything like that. But it was really exciting to just dip my toe into that world. There was always a cigarette, or always pot, or always a drink. Every scene somebody is just medicating, or indulging, or anything. It was just normal back then.”

Yes, it certainly was a different time.

“It's kind of wild how quickly and vastly that changes,” Jordan said. “At least optically, I’m not saying that people don't still do that. But, not at work. You're not supposed to do it at work.”

Another thing that Neil Bogart says during the voiceover of the film is that everything in the movie is true, even the parts which weren’t. Which is a great bit of mythmaking. However, were there any parts which Jordan felt that should be true, even if they were a bit hard to believe?

“What do I most hope was true?” Jordan asked. “I believe that there are kernels of truth in all of them. One of my favorite things about the film, and the way it was all put together, is that you're not really sure if you're getting the full story. But you're having a great time while doing it.”

Neil Bogart was all about having a great time.

“That was kind of Neil's vibe,” Jordan continued. “He just wanted to make you dance and wanted to entertain. He was a showman. That's what we're doing with this movie, finding the most fun way to tell these stories. What's great is that there's always little winks that go throughout the film. He's got this flash paper that goes off. To me, that's always an indication that maybe what you're seeing is not really the reality.”

Reality. What a concept.

“Then by the end, he's painting his own [reality],” Jordan says. “He's writing his own ending, and it is really kind of beautiful and magical and different in that way. We don't feel tied to ultra reality, and this is the exact perfect way that this happened. It doesn't have to be [real] because it was sex, drugs, rock and roll. It was the journey as opposed to the actual truth of it all.”

#Jeremy Jordan #Timothy Scott Bogart #2023 #Actor Interviews #Director Interviews #Spinning Gold #Jay S. Jacobs

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popentertainment-moviereviews · 1 year

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SPINNING GOLD (2023)

Screenplay by Timothy Scott Bogart.

Directed by Timothy Scott Bogart.

Distributed by Hero Entertainment. 137 minutes. Rated R.

Neil Bogart was a larger-than-life legend in the music business, even if very few people other than music nerds like me still have a clue who he was.

“Getting that story out… is… moving for me,” Bogart told me in a recent interview. “I do think this is a great parallel in the perseverance and the dream I had in making it.”

However, I suppose this is not supposed to be a tribute act. The song is the thing, and mostly the re-recordings of legendary hits of the 1970s work surprisingly well.

“That was kind of Neil's vibe,” Jordan told me in that same interview. “He just wanted to make you dance and wanted to entertain. He was a showman.

You could say that about the 1970s in general.

Jay S. Jacobs

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#Spinning Gold #2023 #Movie Reviews #Jeremy Jordan #Jay S. Jacobs

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draconic-ichor · 2 years

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Spinning Gold

Elden Ring fic

Part 7

Morgott/female tarnished

Warnings: strong language, sexual themes, mentions of mild trauma/body horror

Summary: The Lady Tarnished has to go away on a trip, and Morgott realized he’d grown quite used to the company…

Feedback appreciated, 18+

For the first time since her ascension, the GodLord Lady Tarnished was planning a trip away from the capital. Nepheli Loux was being officially crowned Lord of Limgrave, and Kenneth insisted the Lady tarnished attend.

While there she wanted to help her old friend with some of the knowledge she had learned in her months of being GodLord, to ease the other’s transition into the new lifestyle. She also wanted to assist their cleanup of the death root growing in the ruins beneath the castle, hoping that her gifted holy magic would be of great use.

The tarnished tapped a stack of filled envelopes against the top of Morgott’s desk, straightening them out before offering them to him. “The payments to the orphanage and the perfumers are all there, I also wrote a response to the new landowners overseeing Caste Morne.” She explained.

He stopped writing, placing his quill in the inkwell, giving her his attention.

“Didst thou remember the treaty I hath sent over to sign?” Morgott asked, looking at the stack.

“Oh no!” Her eyes widened.

“My dear Lady forgot…” his face fell, displeasure pooling his gaze.

Pulling an envelope free, one already adorned with the royal seal, she smiled cheekily, “Its right here.”

Relief washed over his face, reaching out to take it, “Mine thanks.”

The tarnished sat the rest in a free spot on his desk, asking, “Are you sure you’ll be alright alone?”

“I've run the capital alone for much longer than two simple weeks. It is why my Lady chose me as her consort, is it not?” His eyes flicked up to meet her gaze, asking more solemnly, “Or hath thou lost faith in my abilities?”

“Of course not!” The tarnished blurted out, “I just worry about you.”

“Thy worries are appreciated.” He gave her a gentle smile, “Though unwarranted.”

She grew quiet, looking down at her hands, to fill the silence Morgott asked, “Is the Lady all packed?”

“Mostly…”

“Didst thou remember thine coat?” He continued, “it is quite windy down in Stormveil.”

“Says the man that doesn’t wear underclothes.” She giggled.

He snorted at that, going back to writhing.

“I suppose the fur helps…” she mused.

“Aye.” He nodded, “I doth not suffer the cold easily.”

The morning of her departure, the Lady Tarnished stood near the gates, Torrent all packed up. Even though she was offered a stagecoach, Torrent was her preferred method of travel. A company of knights were already waiting to ride with her.

Morgott went to see her off, a bittersweetness about him. He reached down, caressing her cheek, “Be safe, my little Erdleaf flower…” his voice was particularly somber.

The tarnished placed her hand over his own, leaning into the contact, “I will try.”

He gave her a shallow nod, releasing her to leave. She mounted her steed, the knights moving into formation around her. With a sunny wave she was off.

Morgott watched until she disappeared over the horizon. The walk back seeking much longer.

He busied himself with his usual duties, finding his copious amounts of alone time to be conducive to his productivity. He swiftly finished paperwork that had been piling up.

Slowly, ever so slowly, the quiet started to creep in. He’d been alone for longer than he could remember, the castle being devoid of most people throughout the shattering.

But after the GodLord rose everything had been hectic and loud, but full of life. He realized that he had grown not only accustomed to the rigmarole, but started to genuinely enjoy the company.

The staff mostly avoided him outside of business, leaving the wake of the Lady’s absence all the more noticeable. Morgott caught himself missing her frequent visits more every day that passed.

He realized it the most when nightfall came; sharing his bed had become a regular occurrence between them. But now the sheets remained empty and cold.

To distract himself, he buried into his work.

One night, he stayed up particularly late, the candles burning low. There was the soft rap of knuckles on his study door. In his fatigued clouded mind he thought it his little tarnished for a moment. He glanced up to see one of her handmaidens.

“Thou may enter.” He nodded.

“My pardons, my Lord.” The girl gave a shallow curtsy. She padded in, looking down at her shoes as she spoke, “The Lady instructed we see to it that his Lordship retires at a reasonable hour, in her absence.”

Morgott frowned, shifting more to look down at the handmaiden.

She paled a bit under his gaze, “I mean no offense my Lord…her Ladyship made us promise.”

“Us?”

“Her handmaidens, my Lord.” She nodded, “Said to let her know promptly upon her return if his Lordship refused us.”

Morgott’s mouth was a thin line, annoyance filtering over his face before cracking. He gave a chuckle, musing, “My Lady hens me even miles away.”

He let out a sigh, conceding, “I will retire as soon as I finish this letter.”

“I will check back in half an hour's time.” The handmaiden agreed, turning to leave.

He rubbed his face, his wife’s dedication knowing no bounds.

The nights following he realized the handmaidens took their orders very seriously. One even threatened to record his schedule down on paper. Trying to outsmart them, he brought his work to his bedchamber to continue.

To his displeasure, however, they learned his tricks and left only the stubs of candles available in his chambers after that. Not enough light even to finish one paper.

He didn’t want to admit that he was growing very lonely.

Two weeks passed and the Lady tarnished still did not return; when Morgott finally received a letter it stated she would need more time in Stormveil castle. The deathroots were harder to eradicate than she had anticipated.

Morgott couldn’t deny his disappointment. He sat down at his desk, readying himself to write a reply. His mind was a storm, his hand not recording his true feelings through the ink…

‘Things are quite ordinary, here in the capital. Worry not for me…’

I miss thee.

‘Give Lady Nepheli my regards, I send great hopes you are successful in thy task. I am well.’

I didn’t think this would be so hard…

‘Thy handmaidens are seeing I rest at normal hours…they are very diligent, I must admit.’

I love thee.

His hand trembled a bit, ink dripping onto the paper as his quill hovered above its surface.

I love thee…

He frowned down at his letter, writing instead his title and name at the bottom.

He begrudgingly sealed it, sending it off at the next dawn.

Morgott walked through the gardens, watering growing seedlings with a large worn watering can. This place brought him a certain kind of peace, calming his heavy mind.

The horns sounded, making him lift his head to listen. They were not in warning, but in rejoicing. Morgott’s heart started hammering in his chest; the Lady had returned.

She returned with gifts: urns of root resin, a tapestry, and great bundles of twined herba plants. Torrent pranced at the head, the knights following behind, some of the horses pulling a wagon.

The GodLord Lady Tarnished dismounted her loyal steed, sending him away in a flickering blue light. She waved to the gathering citizens.

When she saw Morgott she came bounding over. Before he could react she threw her arms around him the best she could, hugging him tightly as she nuzzled into his abdomen.

He couldn’t help the smile that cracked his composed demeanor, joy bubbling up his chest.

“Welcome home, Lady mine.” He placed a hand on her golden head as she looked up at him.

“I missed you!” She gushed, making his heart skip a beat.

It was so easy for her to admit her feelings, so natural in the way she showered affection on him. Part of him wished he had just a small piece of her boldness.

She released her hold, him instantly feeling the loss, turning toward the wagon that followed after Torrent.

“They sent herbs for the healers here to use, and a tapestry to commemorate the coronation.” The tarnished explained.

Morgott nodded, leaning on his cane.

“Oh!” She went to the cart, climbing up the wheel to dig through the parcels. She pulled something small free, returning to him.

“Nepheli sends a gift for you as well.” The tarnished held up a box for him. As Morgott took it the lady added, “She told me it’s more returning your property than a true gift…”

His brow stitched together, carefully opening the wooden lid. Inside sat an item he knew well: the Mimic Veil.

His throat caught for a moment, remembering the times he depended on the item to fein normality.

“What is it?” The tarnished asked curiously, trying to stand on her tiptoes to get a peek.

Morgott closed the box, sighing, “A simple relic that was stolen away long ago. It will be returned to its proper place…”

The tarnished nodded, falling back to the balls of her feet.

#elden ring #elden ring fic #morgott x tarnished #morgott/tarnished #morgott the omen king/tarnished #spinning gold

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