[ They're close enough that Peter– no, Morrigan– might be able to feel the curve of his smile. Brief, but amused at the choice. He isn't laughing at him, he likes the choice. It's fitting of this person, so sharp underneath his skin. ]
A goddess.
[ Maybe some would find it off-putting, the potential ego. But just like dreaming, there's always layers. He's using this alias because he wants to protect something important to him. Names have power, sometimes enough to ruin, especially in this industry where knowledge is key.
He can't really judge, either, because his moniker is Arthur, a name steeped in so much mythos it may as well be on the same level as Morrigan. What a funny pair they make.
Carefully, he pulls away, knows the tap of his finger is an agreement. A contract, without the blood or ink, but the promise of the former if it's broken. ]
I look forward to working with you, Morrigan. [ At that, he picks up his drink and tips the edge of the glass towards him, an air of honesty between them. ]
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A goddess.
[ Maybe some would find it off-putting, the potential ego. But just like dreaming, there's always layers. He's using this alias because he wants to protect something important to him. Names have power, sometimes enough to ruin, especially in this industry where knowledge is key.
He can't really judge, either, because his moniker is Arthur, a name steeped in so much mythos it may as well be on the same level as Morrigan. What a funny pair they make.
Carefully, he pulls away, knows the tap of his finger is an agreement. A contract, without the blood or ink, but the promise of the former if it's broken. ]
I look forward to working with you, Morrigan. [ At that, he picks up his drink and tips the edge of the glass towards him, an air of honesty between them. ]