The time I thought of you- Morrigan
The sun had retired behind the horizon long ago and silence had fallen upon the hold. The only creature that yet stirred was its general. Gloved fingers clenched tightly as he paced back and forth across the suddenly too small perimeter of his tower. It was a pattern so familiar these days that it was a wonder that he had not worn a path in the stone.
It had been months since he had seen her but she plagued him no less. Every corridor he roamed, he could swear he could see the flick of her skirts as she whipped around the corner just out of view. And in the night, when all fell quiet, he could almost hear the infuriating, intoxicating jingle of her laughter. That laughter, much like her, that both mocked him and drew him closer all at once.
A shout of frustration and despair ripped through his chest, more the roar of a beast than the cry of a man, and into the chair he sank. Still heaving, he pressed the purple scarf to his lips. She was only a mission. A danger. She was a mage, everything he hated. But all he could think of now was a woman, warm and lively and beautiful.
“She is nothing.” That was what he repeated to the darkness as he inhaled her scent. But if that was true, part of him wondered, then why did his heart wrench so painfully?
