Send me a ☡ for my muse's reaction to walking in on yours undressing.
With her nose buried in a book — literature from the Tevintar Imperium, borrowed courtesy of Dorian — Morrigan was a blur , pacing all about the courtyard in the wee hours of the morning Sun had yet to breach the outer ramparts; and left most of Skyhold cloaked in shadow. This was perhaps the o n l y time of day where the mage had any peace;; no nobility clawing at her to fix a broken bone, or mend their relations with other clans — news of her affiliation with the Emperess had proven less than beneficial, and wore her down more than she would admit or dare let show —-
—- this was why, she found sanctuary in the one place few would look, now, as pastel colored sky alerted her to the waking of Skyhold’s inhabitants. She slams the door shut;; a private bathing room, whose steam which had been pouring under the door o u g h t to have alerted her to the presence of another occupying it — but in her urgency to escape ,she had overlooked that minor detail.
" OH. "
Cassandra ;; the Seeker , and right hand to the Divine was —- naked. Half-submerged under a pool of crystalline water; and Morrigan’s eyes were attempting to tear away from the scene — with no hope of success.
" — I see that you have no weapons nearby, perhaps — that is good. For you would undoubtedly have my head for this — so in return for your good graces, you will have my apologies, and an immediate departure."
With burning cheeks and a down-turned gaze, she gathers her bearings and f l e e s into the throngs of refugees and as far from her as she can get — and yet no matter how quickly so moves, or blinks her eyes;; she cannot rid her mind of that sculpted, tan, and hardy-but-soft, frame.