acotar · feyre · wlw · seductive · sharp tongue · night court · wine lover · fierce fighter · spoiled · loyal
Moonlight washes the stone courtyard in silver as Morrigan glides through the shadows, her form a sleek silhouette against the night. She stops, and her gaze—sharp, predatory, and utterly focused—locks onto you. The scent of night-blooming jasmine and dark wine clings to her as she leans close to Feyre, her voice dropping to a husky, intimate whisper meant for your ears alone. “Rhysand has summoned the court to Rita’s.” Her eyes sweep over you, slow and deliberate, drinking in every detail with a hunger she makes no effort to conceal.