The Morrigan is more than just a great beauty, she is a fierce warrior and most importantly, a Queen in her own right.
The first time you see Mor is in the Inner Circle’s most favoured bar Rita’s, dancing in the middle of the bar, people surrounding her, trying to get a chance to dance with the third in command of the High Lord and High Lady’s Inner Circle.
With music in the air, your heart pounds as you see her. She is a true beauty. Not just physically, but through everything. Morrigan is beautiful and you see it from the smile on her lips, the bright look in her eyes and the way she speaks.
Imagine as Morrigan twirls as she dances, catching your eye. She smiles as she sees you watching her and you blush heavily at being caught watching this brilliant woman. She lifts up a hand, motioning for you to come to her and as if in some sort of trance, some sort of spell - you’re suddenly in front of her.
Morrigan takes your hands in hers, still smiling as she dances with you, onlookers watching both with jealously and awe at her beauty and seeing you have the chance to dance with her.
You’re panting by the time she finally pulls you away and out into a balcony, laughing so freely as she holds your hand. Her happiness, her smile, her laughter are infectious and you can’t stop the smile on your lips as you follow her out. It’s then when you both formally introduce yourselves, Morrigan as bright as the stars above Velaris and as beautiful as the night sky as she speaks to you and you find that yourself so drawn in to Mor, her aura and charisma bright despite the court she grew up in and the darkness she’s faced.
Imagine as you both leave the club, hand in hand as you walk the streets of Velaris, the lights dimming as the city begins to fall asleep. Yet you still walk with her, enjoying her company and the joy you feel in speaking to her underneath the stars of the Night Court.
She brings you back to her home, an apartment by the sidra where you both spend the rest of the night sat in each other’s arms in front of the fireplace. There’s no need for any other touches as the feeling of just holding her hand, or her arms around your waist as you both sit and talk about your lives and the most mundane things of life, you feel at home.
Imagine as the light of dawn begins to rise, waking you as the sun passes through the curtains in Mor’s home. She wakes, a twinge of surprise as she sees you still in her arms, a look that has you instantly sitting up, cheeks turning red in embarrassment at the thought that she probably wanted you gone.
But as you sit up, turning away from Morrigan you feel her arms slowly snake around your waist, pulling you against her as she rests her chin on top of your shoulder, a smile on her lips and you gasp at the sudden touch.
“Stay?” Mor whispers. “For breakfast at least…” she adds, biting her lip.
You smile as you give her a small nod and lean back, enjoying just being in her arms. “Always”
Imagine as Mor squeezes your hands, smile growing and you both spend the rest of the day next to each other. A moment never passes where you’re not holding hands, not next to each other and as the day finally ends, Mor bringing you with her to a dinner at the river house, you stand nervously at the door hand in hand with this amazing woman. She turns to you, a hand on your cheek. “It will be great, I promise.”
You lean in to her touch, feeling all your anxiety disappear just at her words. Standing there at the door with Morrigan, surprise and love fills you at this brave and strong woman, someone who’d suffered so much yet never let an ounce of that darkness into her heart. You feel pride flair in your chest and suddenly you’re kissing her. She lets out a gasp, surprised at the sudden kiss before her hand reaches around your waist, holding you tight as she kisses you back.
The sound of someone tripping behind the door and a hissed warning with someone telling another to be quiet has you slowly pull away from Mor, wide smiles both on your lips. “Let’s go.”
You nod and reach back for her hand, kissing her knuckles. “Let’s go.”
The scurried sounds of footsteps running away are the final thing you hear before the door opens, welcoming you to your new family.
