𝓣𝒉𝒆 𝓦𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓

❛ Myself. ❜ She stated, not developing further.

❛ Perhaps I can blame you a little bit. ❜ She murmured playfully, unable to stop herself from grinning widely.

❛ Are you truly so thickheaded that you need me to answer that same question every morning, Witcher? ❜ She husked, smirking defiantly.

❛ Your intentions. ❜ She blurted out, losing control of what remained of her decency with a quiet snarl.

━━━━ ; ;

❛ and try to finally be honest with me? ❜

Is she 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 in bed, or sneaking out in the middle of the night as usual?

❛ And so little answers. ❜ She uttered promptly, arching a brow defiantly. Giving a single step forward, Morgana attempted to cut the distance between them once more, figuring their closeness would encourage her to be more. . .open.

Snapping out of her haze, Morganaʼs crystalline hues sought for sincerity once more, scowling involuntarily due to what those words could actually mean. ❛ Why would you be? ❜

What is the Witcher suggesting?

Exhausted, but. . . 𝑨𝒍𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕.

━━━━ ; ;

Mmh. She fears she hasn’t done much to balance the chaos, though she does wish for it. For every bit of that effort.

❛ But it won’t, if you cross boundaries. ❜ She teased, stroking her thumb across calloused skin, before kneading it into the tender flesh of her palm. ❛ We both know King Uther is anxious for a reason to get rid of you. Do you really want to provide him with one? ❜

Analysing azure orbs for any signs of dishonesty, Morganaʼs plump lips twitched slightly when finding none. ❛ You have such a beautiful head, Ravenna. Donʼt lose it. ❜

And yet, many other innocent people have been confronted with the wrong, awful side of the unknown.