They'd met at a bar over drinks and a mutual distaste of the chauvinists that littered their campus. Her name was Morgana, and Helena had found the intelligent glint in her eyes appealing and the curve of her jaw intoxicating. Blame her privileged upbringing or blame her tenacious nature, but when Helena saw something she wanted, she generally fought for it until it was hers.
And she most definitely wanted to know this woman better.
An invitation had been given and accepted, and it wasn't much longer before they found themselves inside Helena's flat, some several blocks away. Dropping her keys into the bowl next to the door, Helena turned, lips curled up into an inviting smile.
"It's not much, but it's home. Make yourself comfortable."
It was rare to meet a woman such as Helena, particularly on a campus littered with pigs and cowards. Morgana knew a thing or two about privileged upbringings, and she recognized it in Helena as well. There's a certain respect for a woman who knew what she wanted and wasn't afraid to go after it.
She smirked in response. It's not much was just a bit of an understatement. "Tasteful." She stopped in front of a large antique mirror, and took a moment to sneak a glance at Helena through it. "It's beautiful."
Perhaps it was the wine, but at that moment, Helena was the only thing she wanted. And she also knew a thing or two about always getting what she wanted.
Upper teens. (We can take an average and go with 18.) Lost two years of her life and her entire family, but making the best of it. Bright, optimistic, fun. Works at her brother's flower shop.
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Morgana S2
Morgana Modern AU
here's your f/f. lemme know if I should fix anything
And she most definitely wanted to know this woman better.
An invitation had been given and accepted, and it wasn't much longer before they found themselves inside Helena's flat, some several blocks away. Dropping her keys into the bowl next to the door, Helena turned, lips curled up into an inviting smile.
"It's not much, but it's home. Make yourself comfortable."
yeeeeees delicious f/f
She smirked in response. It's not much was just a bit of an understatement. "Tasteful." She stopped in front of a large antique mirror, and took a moment to sneak a glance at Helena through it. "It's beautiful."
Perhaps it was the wine, but at that moment, Helena was the only thing she wanted. And she also knew a thing or two about always getting what she wanted.
Aya-Chan
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