A/N: This request has been sitting in my inbox for a couple of weeks now… And I’ve been trying to deal with how I would handle this. I know this is a sensitive area with the fandom… I tried to write true to the characters and to the feelings they might have about the situation.
I love both of these characters. So… You can imagine how hard it was to write this confrontation. 

It is also found on my AO3 and Fanfic Masterlist

Summary:  Cassian takes Mor home after a night at Rita’s. They finally begin to talk about the treatment of Nesta. It’s a difficult conversation that leaves both parties hurting. 

She could still hear the drums—could hear the rhythm they banged out, a siren’s song for all that had been at Rita’s. Dance it had crooned to Morrigan, Dance the night away.

So she had.
Underneath the guard of her Illyrian friends, the fae had spent the eve celebrating the richness of the music.

And she had continued to dance even when Cassian had returned her to the luxury that was her apartment.

“Dance Cas,” Mor laughed, red-wine lips pulling back in a beautiful smile. Drunk on song, she had tugged at the commander’s hand—encouraging him to give in to the beat of  the song they had left behind.

“There’s no music,” he had replied, for once sober after a night spent out on the town.

Her pout was devastating—a mastered look that, not that long ago, would have had Cassian crawling on his knees to give her the world, “Awww, what’s wrong? Can you not hear it? I can. And it’s telling me to dance.”

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