Morgana, Queen of Vyria
Morgana stopped a moment and looked at Nex, her eyes burning.
"Don't be so cold, and he isn't my boyfriend..." She had part a mind to slap him, after everything, she felt he deserved it. But part of her was still holding onto him, and she couldn't be so careless with the few 'friends' she did have.
Climbing up the ladder, she shouted down at him,
"Stop staring, you know what I look like already." Her voice teasing and sweet, knowing that if he could blush, he certainly would. Her figure may have been slight, but she was fit and beautiful in her own respect.
Moving up the stairs again, the demon opened the door and bit her lip. Derek had finally fallen asleep-he looked peaceful and young. She wished that she didn't have to wake him, but Nex was in some sort of hurry. Gently shaking his arm and caressing his face, Morgana whispered,
"Derek...We need to go. Nex found something. He looks really mad and sounds just as serious."
As she waited for him to stir, she rummaged around in her closet for a loose sweater and her belt with the twin blades. The woman tied it around her small waist tightly, pulled the sweater over her head, and turned to see if Derek had gotten up yet.