Morgan
Oh, and you in all your vibrant youth
How could anything bad ever happen to you?
"Bewitching." Morgan repeated, then smiled, finding that she liked it much more than 'beautiful' or 'pretty', words that had always seemed tepid and distant from her. She took the snowdrop, gently held it in her fingertips then pressed it into a loop in her cloak, making sure it was secure before lifting her eyes back to Neron. "You do look..well, too, in your black. Even if it is lazy."
'Handsome' was a word far too flirty and direct for this point in the date; she needed at least a drink first.
She walked when he gestured to, unsure where they were going but quite content to walk along the streets of her beloved Citadel. While it would be clear she wasn't dragging Neron to prison, for the few people on the streets at this time in the evening, she made sure there was enough of a professional distance for there to be no suspicion of what was actually occurring.
That was, as long as they couldn't read her smile. "Well, that's certainly true. ...Tell me, then. Something I don't know about you."
'Handsome' was a word far too flirty and direct for this point in the date; she needed at least a drink first.
She walked when he gestured to, unsure where they were going but quite content to walk along the streets of her beloved Citadel. While it would be clear she wasn't dragging Neron to prison, for the few people on the streets at this time in the evening, she made sure there was enough of a professional distance for there to be no suspicion of what was actually occurring.
That was, as long as they couldn't read her smile. "Well, that's certainly true. ...Tell me, then. Something I don't know about you."
You make a fool of death with your beauty
and for a moment
