[Center][h2][b][color=Gold]Morrigan Cade[/color][/b][/h2]
Interacting with: [@Scribe of Thoth][/center]

[Color=gray] The mage had cracked a joke, one that brought a moment of pleasure to the night. But his last statement clung to him like an unwanted film. [I]'Traded caffeine for a place in the ruling caste.’[/i] The sentence threw him into silence as they made their way to their dorm. It wasn’t like Morrigan had entered that fight with the intent of being turned—or dying at all for that matter. But would the mage understand that his life was traded to save a vampire? [/color]

[Color=gray][I][color=gold]He would probably call me foolish,[/color][/i] he thought with a hollow laugh. And he would right, trading a mortal life for a vampiric one seemed foolish even now. [I][color=gold]It is what it is,[/color][/i] he reminded himself. There was nothing with too sulk about. 

They arrived at the dorm together. Morrigan taking it on himself to go ahead and retrieve the keys to their dorm, opening the door in mutual silence. Inside seemed comfy enough. Clean with minimal décor. He would have to fill it with things over the years. With a quick glance he scanned over the letter that was left for him, the schedule printed neatly underneath. He looked over to Maxwell he have a polite smile and said, [color=gold]”I guess I’m going to go ahead and get some rest, orientation tomorrow and all.”[/color]

He didn’t wait for the mage to respond, picking a random room and closing the door behind him with a soft click. Morrigan let out a sigh, sleep was weird. He didn’t think vampires would sleep but here was, a fledgling crashing into the softness of the bed. The dorm was nice but then again it was a prestigious academy. He rolled over into his back, blinking into the darkness of the room. He should have had something to drink at the gathering. Something small at least—to stave off the inevitable feeding that was to come. The thought made Morrigan both uncomfortable and curious. 

There were rumors that the bite of a vampire was almost euphoric in nature. Would Maxwell feel the same way? All be could remember was burning pain as he came too the first time, but that was different. He wasn’t going to turn Maxwell. [I][color=gold]Just feed on him from time to time for the rest of his mortal life.[/color][/i] His face screwed up at the notion. 

Morrigan grabbed the pillow from beneath his head and pressed it to face, trying to block out his churning thoughts. Right now he needed to sleep, for morning would surely be breaking soon. [I][color=gold]I wonder if he’ll stay up to watch the sun rise?[/color][/i] he wondered before finally drifting off. [/color]

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[Color=gray]Did born vampires dream? The thought often plagued him in the early eves of night. He dreamt—or maybe it was just him going through his memories. For it was always day, bright and warm on his skin. People going about their day-to-day and the inviting smells of food being cooking all around him. A festival maybe? Nothing that he could recall in his first waking moments. 

Morrigan forced himself up with a low groan and shuffled quietly into the darkened kitchen. It was silent, Maxwell probably still asleep in his own room. He leaned against the kitchen counter and rested his head back against the cabinet. [Color=gold]”What a wonderful dream . . .”[/color][/color]