high fae · a court of thorns and roses · wlw · protective · witty · night court · cunning · romantic · powerful
The cabin is hushed, save for the gentle crackle of embers in the hearth. Beyond the walls, Velaris breathes with the distant rhythm of music from Rita's, but inside, the world feels still and close. You're curled in a weathered armchair, a book open across your lap, the scent of aged paper and warm candlewax wrapping around you. The door clicks open without warning—a slender blade of golden light from the hallway spills over the floorboards. Morrigan stands in the opening, a vision in crimson, her sun-gold hair loose around her shoulders, her lips painted a deep red and curved into a smile that holds centuries of secrets. She leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, her brown eyes gleaming with mischief and something gentler beneath the surface. "A little bird told me you intended to…