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for Neron
Morgan Aristomache
the Glacier
Warden of Halo

Age: 36 | Height: 5' 9" | Race: Abandoned | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Halo
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Morgan
You don't leave
But you tell me with your eyes what you need
The evening was turning to night; this time of year the skies at dusk were always beautiful, the stark white snow of the mountains contrasting the pink and orange hues that came behind the clouds. Morgan could spend hours sat by her window in her room watching the sun go down, and often she would get distracted for five minutes from her work simply looking, especially when she was tired.

She'd finally gotten herself up and was getting ready for bed, tying back her hair and setting out her clothes for the next day (as always, practical and functional with a top layer of something protective and warm. Her nightclothes, a simple white laced shirt and some loose pants, were about to come off, when there was a quiet knock at the door.

Lowering her shirt, Morgan frowned at the handle; she very rarely had visitors this late at night, and when she did the news was never good. As she went over to the door she reached for her hammer, leant against the wall, and held it loosely in her hand as she went to see who was there. Even in her night clothes, she knew she could look intimidating with her weapon and the right hard look in her eyes.
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Neron Launceleyn
the Hailstorm
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Neron
so leave yourself intact
'cause i will be coming back

"If you're going to hit me with that, I do hope I did something that was worth it." Neron's voice is a soft, sly whisper outside the Warden's door. He practically melts into the darkness of the corridor, with eyes like flint that pierce the shadows easily. He raises an eyebrow at the sight of Morgan, unable not to look at her dressed in less than a thousand layers. He likes what he sees, too, the Hailstorm shifting to lean against the doorframe, senses sharp for the sound of anyone approaching.

"No one saw me, and no one knows I'm here," he assures her instantly, knowing it's probably the first thing on her mind. (It definitely isn't the first thing on Neron's). "May I come in? You see, I was possessed by a sudden urge to do something reckless. And here I am."

in a phrase to cut these lips,
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Morgan Aristomache
the Glacier
Warden of Halo

Age: 36 | Height: 5' 9" | Race: Abandoned | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Halo
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Morgan
You don't leave
But you tell me with your eyes what you need
Perhaps it should have been obvious, but Morgan had not at all expected to see Neron at her door. Sighing, part relief and part irritation (though that faded as he assured her no one had seen him), she put the hammer back against the wall and motioned for him to come in. "Nothing I can think of to justify using the hammer, sadly." She joked quietly as she shut the door behind him, holding the handle turned inward so the lock wouldn't click. Maybe she was being too paranoid, but the last thing she needed was rumours.

"Something reckless?" She repeated with a confused, but ever so slightly amused expression; normally anything reckless would be swiftly shut down by the Warden, but with Neron she was willing to at least hear him out. Leaning against the wall, she raised an eyebrow, waited for him to tell her just what it was he intended to do.
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Neron Launceleyn
the Hailstorm
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Neron
so leave yourself intact
'cause i will be coming back

Neron slips into the bedroom the moment she invites him, emerging out of the darkness and into a place he never dreamed he'd see, honestly. And yet here he is, on a whim. "I bet this is a change from when you were captain," he says, gesturing to the lofty apartments of the Palace, though in comparison to the Glacier, the rooms may as well be a grey nothing. His eyebrows raise at her question, Neron spreading his hands as if it should be obvious by his very presence before her.

"Oh, you know. Just... sneaking through the Palace where most of the guards and personnel hate my guts, up to the Warden's personal abode to sneak in and woo her with my charm. Or is that still playing it too safe for you?" He inquires, his grin wide enough to show the tips of fangs.

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Morgan Aristomache
the Glacier
Warden of Halo

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Morgan
You don't leave
But you tell me with your eyes what you need
"It is, and not one I'm fond of, really, but..." She shrugged, looking towards the window. The view over the Citadel could not be paralleled, and it would be too much of a hassle to move now. Besides, where would she go? The Warden, as much as Morgan wanted to be without vanity, ought not to live with her mother or above a tavern.

Of course, with him sneaking into her room at night, she had suspected the sort of thing he was wanting to do. It did cross her mind that she'd heard Ascended didn't quite have all the...mechanics for that, but pointing it out would likely ruin the mood, and there was certainly a mood. Morgan smirked softly and took a few steps closer, til she was able to gently touch his chin and tilt it up, looking his fangs over.

"I think that's a good idea. I hope this isn't just because you're thirsty for blood." She teased, dropping her hand and tilting her neck so one side was stretched out and exposed. Once, Morgan would not have dreamed of doing this, but this specific scenario or at least something very close had graced her imagination a few times lately.
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Neron Launceleyn
the Hailstorm
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Neron
so leave yourself intact
'cause i will be coming back

Neron hasn't said anything explicitly, because he still has a healthy level of respect (and a bit of fear, though it's more a tantalising amount) for the Warden. Besides which, it's all kinds of attractive to watch her come to the conclusion on her own, his chin tilting obediently up as she examines the fangs bared at her. "What kind of man do you take me for?" he says, his voice barely above a whisper, though he still manages to sound playfully appalled.

It's not a thirst for Morgan's blood that he's got, but - well, she's already realised that mechanics are against them in that regard. And this is the next best thing. So as she bares the perfect column of her neck, Neron is stepping forward, his hands slipping around her waist, ghosting across her hips, so he can lean in and press careful, teasing kisses to the soft flesh. Some things are made to be savoured, and Morgan is definitely one of them.

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Morgan Aristomache
the Glacier
Warden of Halo

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Morgan
You don't leave
But you tell me with your eyes what you need
Neron's question drew a soft laugh from Morgan as she fondly rolled her eyes. "The kind of man that comes to my room late at night." There was more she could say, about how she'd already seen just how willing he was serve her; not every man would kneel before the Warden on the side of the road, but Neron had revelled in the opportunity. It was pleasing to see the same look in his eyes now, a hunger that she knew went beyond what her blood could give him.

There was relief in him finally touching her as she'd wanted him to for some time now, the hands around her waist soft but still there; Morgan laid one of her own hands over his on her waist and the other on his chest, fingers tightening in the fabric of his shirt as her neck was kissed and she felt an immediate pang of need run through her, causing her to gasp quietly.

"I was...hoping you might come to see me like this." She admitted, whispering it out into the room.
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Neron Launceleyn
the Hailstorm
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Neron
so leave yourself intact
'cause i will be coming back

There's something intoxicating about the moment, her touch leaving a warmth spreading into his flesh that Morgan will feel more than Neron, as time goes on. Just because he can't experience the heat or the physical pleasure (until his teeth pierce her flesh, at least, and we're getting there), it doesn't stop the thrill that runs down his spine to hear that she's been hoping for this. She'll be able to feel his smile now, too, fangs drifting, teasing over her neck, promising more.

"I would have come sooner, but I was worried you might really hit me with that hammer. It might not hurt, but it makes a very formidable deterrent, you know." A kneecapped Ascended may not howl will pain, but the hobbling is nonetheless inconvenient. Neron clasps her closer, humming a note of indulgent mischief. But he hasn't come all this way to disappoint her.

And so, being careful to choose a place near the crook of her neck, easily hidden by layers, Neron slips his fangs into her veins. And the whipcrack of pleasure, of arousal, is nearly instant. His hand smooths along Morgan's back, fingers twining into her hair, as blood wells like rubies against his lips, flooding through the length of him.

in a phrase to cut these lips,
i love you
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Morgan Aristomache
the Glacier
Warden of Halo

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Morgan
You don't leave
But you tell me with your eyes what you need
Morgan softly laughed under her breath, shaking her head while giving him a look he'd be very familiar with by now. "Neron. If you think I'm actually going to hit you by this point, I think you have massively misunderstood how I feel." The smile stayed on her lips until he bit into her neck, when the sudden rush of arousal, more intense than the first time as she was doing this for entirely different reasons, caused her to moan gently, quietly by his ear; a sound for Neron alone, her hand coming to push into his hair as he drank.

Once she would have been horrified by the idea of an Ascended taking her blood but now she had seen it was much more than that, especially when it was someone you cared for; heat spread through her body from where his fangs pierced her flesh down and over her skin, Morgan instinctively pressing her body closer to Neron's as it grew almost overwhelming, desire to touch and feel him stronger in her now than it had ever been.

His skin did feel oddly cool as she moved her hand up into his shirt but she didn't care, her fingers gently tracing up over his ribs and resting on his chest, her other hand still tight in his hair. "Gods, that's good." Morgan whispered, the words becoming obscured by the end by a laugh and a moan at once, the sound breathy and strained.
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