remembrance

Morrigan studied the man, eyes sharp, looking for any shred of emotion that she might pluck apart from the flesh, like a vulture circling roadkill. He was solemn, no little smile as he entered, no busy hands; no his hands were tucked out of sight, and she wondered what he might be doing. He spoke, and her lips pulled into a malicious smile. Certainly, that is something I can do. Selfish of you, 'tis it not? Is the great Constable, finally showing his true self? Though her tone was flat, there was an amused glint in her eye. You just can't get her out of your head, can you? Fucking around didn't fix the issue, hm? Unfortunate. Fixes most of mine.

It didn't matter to the witch that the man looked vulnerable; that from what she knew of him, this was a request close to his heart. It was easy fun. And she would never turn her nose up at easy fun. She waved a hand idly, shutting the door to her room behind of him with a gentle gust of wind. You have to tell me who, why, and how in-depth you would like the forgetting to be. All business, now that she'd gotten her dose of malicious intent out of the way.