Warning: Sex/Insect scene ahead.
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Vaelor found Morrigan in her chambers after leaving the underground cell.
She sat before a dark mirror while strands of dark magic moved through her red hair, weaving intricate braids without the help of servants.
The room smelled faintly of moonflowers and smoke.
Morrigan saw him immediately through the reflection.
Neither of them spoke. For a long moment, cthey simply looked at one another through the mirror.
Most people found Vaelor difficult to read.
Morrigan never had. She recognized the tension in his posture. 'What's wrong, Brother?"
Vaelor took one step forward at her question.
Morrigan rose slowly from her chair. The strands of dark magic abandoned her unfinished braid as if even they understood something had shifted.
The silence burned between them.
Morrigan's crimson gaze locked onto his.
"You've been staring at me for an awfully long—"
