[ arthur seems to get it right away, which is good because peter doesn't have time to suffer argumentative fools who want to laugh at their business. the little turn of his head is cute, hell, it's tempting to press his mouth right there to the rise of his cheek and leave a bright stain there on his skin. instead he presses his lips together and hums. ]
Morrigan.
[ the phantom queen. the flat of his finger smooths over the pulse in arthur's neck briefly, not an apology but like sealing a contract slowly over the line he's drawn, thin and red with the pressure of his nail. ]
For the remainder of our partnership. Just Morrigan.
no subject
Morrigan.
[ the phantom queen. the flat of his finger smooths over the pulse in arthur's neck briefly, not an apology but like sealing a contract slowly over the line he's drawn, thin and red with the pressure of his nail. ]
For the remainder of our partnership. Just Morrigan.