Evelynn snorts and lazily blinks open her eyes. She smiles briefly upon seeing Morgana, but then her eyes snap open and she shrieks loudly, hiding underneath the blanket as the nearby window showers her in early morning's light.
"You need to get out of bed if you want to eat. And that's not funny."
At this the male raised a brow, intrigued as to her apparent surprise about his being here whereas many had evidently come and gone without such issue, however he decided not to press the issue.
My appologies Madame, I was not aware that you had chosen a private dwelling for these inquieries, nor was I aware that asking you such questions required an appointment.
He mused and raised a brow as she more or less threw the small attachment at him as his hands were folded behind his back. Watching the thing bounce off his chest and land soundly on the ground he held out a hand as a single silver spike, needle-thin slid up from the ground, impaling the small object until he lightly touched it with the tip of one of his claw-like nails. Immediately it burnt up in a flash and not even smoke nor fragrance remained as if it had simply never existed in the first place. With that out of the way he gave the sorceress another smile. Now then, before I leave you am I to assume I am no longer welcome to make inquiries or is there a means of making appointment that I was previously unaware of?
"No, but I'm not someone for you to test your damn mixtures on. Now get out. I dislike you."
|Why do fools fall in love?|
|If you ever want to talk and get things off your chest, Morgana, you can be assured that I am willing to be your outlet.|
I'll avoid the double entendre I could take out of that for now...
Draven knowning that the angel really does not enjoy his presence, politely knocks on Morgana`s door.
I wish to speak with you...about a certain someone...
"What is it?"
Which of all would you find funnier, and which would you want to happen the most?
A *** scandle on the newspaper featuring Kayle, and a jilted lover (Embarrassing Pictures included ofc)
Finding out Kayle secretly likes to scarf down your baked goods (Potential Blackmail/trap material here)
You beating Kayle in every possible point in a swimsuit contest, in grand ol' public. (Plenty already said here)
Or Stumbling on an (almost) completely dead drunk Kayle in the league hallways, with no one around.
The scandal would be the funniest-and perhaps the most effective.
I would want to defeat her in the contests the most often, though. Public humiliation, over and over...ah, almost as good as killing her over and over...
Pokes his head from the nearest window.
"Fallen One, Morgana, whatever title you like using. I have an interesting question for you." Ahems. "If your traitor sister were to, how ever unlikely, apologize to you...would you accept it or just blast a hole through her chest with dark magic?"
-Summoner Cayssael of Noxus.
((I have a new rule. Unless there's some specific purpose in directly visiting-Morgana knows you very well or it needs to be in person-all questions are in 'letter' format.))