After the Hollowpox, Morrigan Crow is safe and sound at the Deucalion. But yet, she hungers for more power, and more knowledge, that the ghostly hours cannot alone satisfy. She folds under the wings of Ezra Squall to gain some knowledge, and learns some terrifying and amazing new secrets of being a Wundersmith.

What do you do when you are served by a cute waiter in a restaurant? Stare in awe? Stumble over your words? Choke on your own saliva? Look at his face and not his name tag? Decide never to see him again? All of the above? Dear god no. Unless...

I'll do pretty much everything (fluff, angst, ships) unless its, like, Jupiter x Morrigan then HELL NO I am a pretty new author tho so don't judge me :,)

𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗼𝗼𝗿 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗮?