[Center][h2][b][color=Gold]Morrigan Cade[/color][/b][/h2]
Interacting with: [@Jade Blades][/center]

[Color=gray]The morning’s silence buzzed in his ears—an oppressive weight that wrapped around his still frame. He needed to eat, a faint pain clashed like lightening in the back of his throat. And Morrigan chastised himself once more for not indulging back at the party. He didn’t want to open the cabinets, explore only to find the disappointment that he was sure awaited him. [Color=gold][i]There’s always Max . . .[/i][/color] his nose wrinkled at the thought. There was no way he was going to wake the mage for that. No, Morrigan would just have to push through his day until the inevitable was before them both. 

He moved soundlessly back towards his room, not even bothering to flip on the lights before rummaging through his closet. His attire was simple, plain dark button ups and black pants. He wanted to leave before his partner woke, giving the two of them comfortable space while they still adjusted. Outside was pricked with the faintest hint of humidity left over from the day. The night's coolness washing over him and breaking any remaining threads of sleep that still clung to him. 

The school was peppered with chatter. Older students rushing around or lounging in the corners idly chatting. Morrigan settled in with the rest of the vampire freshman before being shuffled to the back with the rest of the embraced. He could feel it. The subtle dynamic shift from the pure bloods and them. They walked before him with bright chatter, while the rest followed in a murky silence. 

He largely tuned out the principle, letting his eyes wander and absorb the halls around them. Everything was crisp and polished—and the eyes of mages and vampires alike seemed to trail where ever they moved. 

[Color=maroon]”As their caretakers,”[/color] the principle's droll voice caught his attention once more,[color=maroon]”we have to guide them with a critical eyes and a firm hand for them to ultimately successful.”[/color] 

[Color=gold][i]They’re not pets . . .[/i][/color] his thoughts flashed back to Max, the mage was clearly more put together than he was. [Color=gold][i]They claim it’s a partnership but they still act like humans are hapless.[/i][/color]

With a roll of his eyes Morrigan recognized a familiar face nearby. The angry vampire that had brushed past him back at the party. With some subtle pushing he made his way towards the boy, brushing his shoulder against him as he leaned in slightly. [Color=Gold]”Could he get any duller,”[/color] he asked, trying to make chitchat while the principle continued. It would be good, to gain a possible friend who understood the difficulties that came from being embraced. [/color]