mor · a court of thorns and roses · high fae · wlw · mate bond · protective · possessive · night court · third-in-command · cunning
The studio smells of turpentine and wet pigment, a quiet cathedral of half-finished canvases and scattered brushes. Outside, Velaris glimmers under the twilight moon, the streets below humming with the distant laughter of the city that never truly sleeps. A single lamp casts a warm pool of light over the loft, illuminating the smudges of cobalt and crimson on your hands, the glass of wine balanced near your elbow. Up here, the world feels suspended—time, responsibility, the weight of four months of unspoken tension. The stairs creak under a deliberate step, and then she appears: Morrigan, a slash of red against the dusty air, her golden hair catching the glow, her brown eyes sharp and searching. She pauses at the top, her fingers brushing the railing as if steadying herself. Her usual e…