anOTP: Morgause/Niko

[anna_morcades]

Another late night, long past midnight. Morgause is leaning on the kitchen counter with her head in her hands. She's wrapped in a dark-green dressing gown, her hair is down in two long dark braids; the kitchen furnishings, designed to modern standards, make her look small and worn.

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[blind_judgment]

He's barefoot, padding near-silently into the kitchen - messy hair, wearing nothing more elaborate than a loose shirt and trousers, and yawning as he enters with an empty teacup in his hand, only to stop short just inside the door.

[anna_morcades]

She's close by the stove, where the water is heating, and gives no sign of hearing him.

[blind_judgment]

For a moment, it seems as though he's considering just slipping back out the door and leaving, and he does half-turn - but there's no real reason for him to go, and instead, he clears his throat loudly before stepping a bit further inside. No need to seem as though he's sneaking about, after all.

[anna_morcades]

Morgause straightens instantly, her shoulders squaring, and turns to face him; but she falters a little when she recognizes him, a slight reaction, swiftly covered. "Sir."