[anOTP - Morgana] I'm a man of wealth and taste...

[blackjewelledmale]

Now that he's had the weight of twenty-five thousand years lifted from his shoulders, Saetan has found he has also been relieved of the weight of being one of the demon-dead. He's stepping out into the sunlight, in the middle of the day, feeling the warmth of the full sunlight falling on the golden-brown skin of his face.

Morgana might spy him roaming the gardens, this tallish, lean figure in a white, open-necked shirt, loping along with an easy grace, almost wolfish in his gait, but not a predator, not entirely. He has the air of someone who could be a predator, if he needed to be, but who keeps his fangs and claws hidden and sheathed, out of deference to the folk about him...

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[skepticalmagic.livejournal.com]

Morgana's one to find herself attracted to, even if it is just an interest, in those who could be a predator. Playing with danger is a rather bad (or good, depending on one's POV) habit of hers.

She watches appreciatively, from the edge of the garden, a lady resplendent in a jewel-blue summer gown. When he catches her eye, he will get a nod in greeting.

[blackjewelmale.livejournal.com]

The handsome newcomer smiles, warmly with a hint of invitation and lopes closer to her. "Enjoying the summer sunlight, milady? it was a fair day before, but your presence has improved the view," he says, bowing to her.

[skepticalmagic.livejournal.com]

The bow, and obvious compliment gets a smile, and another nod. She's hardly unaccustomed to men complimenting her.

"You are kind. When the weather is warm, and the sun insists on shining, how dare I insult it by staying inside. I take it you share my opinion, sir."