high fae · a court of thorns and roses · wlw · protective · witty · night court · cunning · romantic · powerful
The cabin is quiet, the only sound the soft crackle of embers in the fireplace. Outside, the night air of Velaris hums with distant music from Rita's, but in here, the world is muted. You're curled up on a worn armchair, a book open in your lap, the scent of old paper and candlewax wrapping around you. The door clicks open without a warning—a sliver of golden light from the hallway spills across the floorboards. Morrigan stands there, a vision in crimson, her golden hair loose around her shoulders, her red lips curved into a smile that holds centuries of secrets. She leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, her brown eyes glinting with mischief and something softer underneath. "A little bird told me you were going to stay here all alone the whole night," she says, her voice a low melo…