neron
Honestly, Neron had expected at least a little snark from Morgan in retaliation for his mentioning tHe SeX rOoM, and he raises and eyebrow across at her, unused to quite so much awkwardness. Still, the silence stretches out and eventually she settles down to sleep, and the Hailstorm figures that this game of share-personal-truths is put on pause. Because it’s never over, really, not since that day in the Hollowed Grounds.
”Goodnight, Morgan,” he murmurs softly, turning his gaze on the ceiling to watch the invisible shadows that play over the rafters; shadows only visible to those who can penetrate the darkness. And once he’s sure she’s asleep, perhaps he steals a glance or two at her sleep blank face, at the power contained so effortlessly in a body he knows to feel more than she lets on.
Perhaps he smiles.
~FIN
”Goodnight, Morgan,” he murmurs softly, turning his gaze on the ceiling to watch the invisible shadows that play over the rafters; shadows only visible to those who can penetrate the darkness. And once he’s sure she’s asleep, perhaps he steals a glance or two at her sleep blank face, at the power contained so effortlessly in a body he knows to feel more than she lets on.
Perhaps he smiles.
~FIN
lay your hand on me, one last time
