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Jon had not expected Morrigan to approach him for a walk out of the blue. Ever since she had joined his growing company, she had struck him with curiosity and with amusement to some degree. The man had been peering over the dark book retrieved when she had approached. Yet, he was ready to set it aside for the moment when he noticed her. Though his brow arched briefly, he nodded. Yet, before he could expect anything more? She began walking away. A sigh left his lips as he collected the book within his grasp.

Following her, his attentive nature brought him to gaze around. He had to be sure that this walk would not suddenly turn dangerous. With the whole threat of The Blight, who knew where Darkspawn were lurking. As he finally set his eyes on her, he found them coming to a slower pace than he had started out as. “–and what are these ‘things’, Morrigan?” came the soft-toned words formed into a question. Curiosity was dangerously flickering in his grey eyes.

She was an enigma to him, so he could not help himself in his curiosity. For now, he tamed it well enough and played the part of a cold and distant Warden. It was for the best.

‘   Interesting, honesty wouldn’t have been my first choice. ` Not a slight bit has changed within the witch, one might think that leaving the wilds, leaving the toxic surrounding of her mother, would change anything, yet here she was, her tongue sharp as usual and her words dripping of sarcasm and mockery. Her glance fell upon him, more merciful than her voice did. A sigh, mumbled words, signs of her growing frustration, why was asking people for things --- asking for help even, this hard? If she would be honest to herself, she thought about simply taking it and leave, or deny the fact that she did, but during their journeys, she grew rather fond of the Warden and betrayal never lied in her nature. 

Eyes shut close slowly, muscles tensed, it was clear that she did not feel comfortable in her own skin anymore but the fact that she already went that far, did not lay well on her shoulders.  ‘  Seeking help, does not usually feels easy for me, talking to people in general. But it came to my attention, back when we left this hell hole of a circle, that you found something, which once belonged to my mother.  ‘  During the few weeks they traveled together, he for sure should have realized her displeasure about her own bloodline, but not up until now, she ever spoke more about her relationship to her than needed. 

There were moments were she wished he did not save her, there were moments like this, where the happening of the past hours re-called over and over in her mind. The feeling of the blood freezing in her veins, the feeling of losing every slight glimpse of hope she ever had, it was almost like she was there again, having her soul sucked out by a dementor all over again. Her body was shaking and she wanted to scream --- but she remained silent. A sudden warm touch brought her back to reality but nothing felt any better. 

Everything surrounding her felt so heavy and useless on her shoulders, her eyes were simply starring into the abyss and even breathing felt like her body was crumpling underneath the weight. Suddenly she felt the cold dripping feeling of the towel against her forehead but she didn’t even have the strength to look up, she knew what she would see. His worried face and she could not bear this glances of his. He should not feel bad because of her and to her already messed up feelings, guilt mixed in. She was the reason for the sadness in his face, she knew it. 

          ‘  Don’t be a fool. I am already lost. This must be done. For your sake as well as my own… I told you that this could not be, did I not? Do what you must.   `  

        ‘  Oh please, stop freezing onto your spot and put it somewhere, you act as if you are the one having a PROBLEM, what shall the people laying here say?  ‘ Eyes rolled back and even though she didn’t even bother to look at who ever just went downstairs into her office, she already could feel his uncomfortable presence. Maybe she was used to it already, maybe she grew numb over the years --- but she just could not understand, people making such a fuss about a few corpses here and there.  ‘  If you want your MONEY you have to come over.  ‘ 

       But I did trust them. All of them. Bitterness surrounded the thought and dug it’s nails into her scarred heart. The Lannisters and the Tyrells, all of them. They had served her KINDNESS and she, like a starving orphan, had feasted upon it only to discover that the inside of each fruit was r o t t e n. Was she foolish not to learn the first time? Oh, but how could one blame her for hoping that some true kindness might still REMAIN in the world? No matter, it had ended in betrayal all the same. The Lannisters had seen to the deaths of her family and shoved her in a cage, and the Tyrells had turned their backs on her the moment her claim was sold to another.

         ❝  Is that why most ADVISE one to grant their trust sparingly and only with care? ❞

   If you asked Morrigan about trust, she would just laugh right into your face. Trust was something for the poor and weak, which gave them some kind of hope for survival but after all, it were them who fell in battle first, trust was the weapon of the unworthy and everybody who grabbed it would die. With every breath she did, she was ANTICIPATING the axe is about to fall. She resents someone for their inevitable betrayal before it’s happened and so distances herself from everyone else, and exactly because of that, she was still alive. Survival and power had meaning, not something as foolish as trust and being able to relay on things. But how should she ever make the other realize that, was she tainted by the insane thing called love since she was a toddler. 

It was such a rare sight, but indeed, Morrigan was quiet for once as she stood in front of the male. It was neither out of respect or FEAR, but for her son’s sake, which she just had to watch, getting dragged away by his men. The flames in her glares which she shot at him, indeed could have melted steal, even in a situation like this, she was not able to TAME her glares --- and especialyl not her tongue. ‘ If just one hair is missing on his head, I swear by the gods, I am going to slit yours and each of your men’s throat open. Just ask your guards, which already died through my hands what I am capable off.’ Her situation, might for sure not be the moment where she should throw out THREATS like this, especially not to the man who seemed to be the ruler of these fools around here, oh so little did she knew about the men of the southern North, so little did she care. The WITCHES gazes shot piercingly at the male, none of his movements stayed unwatched, she was careful - yet no sign of fear was reflected on her unusual but beautiful features. 

Her gaze was following the stranger through the room, eyes squinted, magic was running through her veins. She was ready to attack each second and the other seemed to know too. Over the years, Morrigan had already learnt how to different humans from non-humans and this woman, even if she looked like one, clearly was no human being. Almost like a HAWK she followed each of the others movements as she came closer to her counter and the presence of something strong was almost vibrating in her bones. Morrigan was wrong, this was a human being --- but SOMETHING else lived within the shell. ‘ How fascinating, sometimes I need to remind myself that I do not know everything after all.’

The sounds of their BOOTS hitting against the wooden ground was the first thing she did hear, followed by nervous moving around in the upper level of the house. They were caught and they knew it. Usually Morrigan would care so little about others and if she would not be in the situation she was caught in currently, she would just leave, but she did not want to give the Ministry any reason to back out of the deal but of course her COMPANION for tonight did not knew anything about her thoughts, thankfully. Or else she already would be dead. For a long second she hoped he would have not heard the sounds from above but even a deaf could sense this smell of fear and so she just rolled her eyes at these fools and ran up the stairs after the other.