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| On the Table; Dorian Tells Morgan about the MC; It Doesn't Matter | |
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| sugarapplesweet | Mar 10 2014, 06:09 PM Post #1 |
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Master Poisoner
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Morgan: *It was rare for her to be home, but today she decided to make the exception. She's in her sleepwear, boxers and an over sized tank top, and looking out her apartment window while sipping on a cup of warm milk and brandy.* Dorian: *Though it had been warming up lately, he still missed his hair, having not gotten used to the feeling of a breeze around his ears. His collar is up to help keep the chill out, and a scarf hides most of his face* *He knocks on her door, hoping this isn't a bad time* Morgan: *She's a little surprised to hear a knock at the door, and she has to peek through the peep hole to see who it is. Her hand rests on the handgun stored just behind the bread box. At first, she isn't sure who she's looking at, but then her gaze goes beyond obvious traits.**Finally, she pulls her hand away from the gun and opens the door.* Hey, you, long time no see~! You wanna come in? Dorian: *Smiles - her mood is infectious* If you have a moment. Morgan: *She backs up, leaving the door open, and goes to rummage through her cabinet.* Did you want anything to drink? Warm you up, so you don't have to hide that pretty face~? Dorian: *Pulls off his scarf and chuckles* If you're having one. *He removes his coat as well, though he has to wonder if he'll be making a grab for both soon* Morgan: Mmm, I was having something to help me sleep, but I can make something to wake us both up just as easily. You want a Mai Tai? Caipirinha? Dorian: *His expression says he has no idea what either of those things are* ....whichever you're having. Why, you don't plan on sleeping? *His smile is a knowing one* Morgan: *She laughs at his expression and decides on a Mai Tai for the two of them.* It'd be rude to fall asleep when I have a good looking man in my apartment, don't you think? Dorian: Unless he doesn't mind sleeping either. *He looks tired enough, mostly from his wound, and the way he walks is a little stiff from the pain, but it isn't too obvious* Morgan: Having a rough time with your job? *She finishes mixing and offering him a drink. She goes over to her blue couch and plops down.* Or just the weather? Dorian: A little bit of both. *He can't avoid wincing as he sits down next to her, his hands wrapped around the cup* Morgan: *She blinks and then raises an eyebrow.* All right, Dori. What is it? What'd you do to get like that? Dorian: *Smiles a little distantly* .... just got hurt on the job is all. Morgan: *For once, she's not letting it go.* Doing what? Dorian: *Sighs* ... I had hoped to tell you before something like this happened. My job - the one that helps people? Well it ain't lifting boxes. *Leans back a little and takes a sip of his tea* Though I suppose that's obvious, it wasn't a good lie. I'm sorry. *He's apologizing for lying, but it might come off like he's sorry he didn't lie well enough.* Morgan: *groans, sitting back further on the couch* Okay... Let me guess, MC? *It's not as if she's suspected or anything, but a hell of a lot of people she knows turn out that way.* Some other organization that we've yet to hear of maybe? Dorian: *He's surprised at how blase she is* .... well it's dangerous, is all. I came to tell you that. Morgan: *She downs her drink in one go, not even wincing.* Yeah... I can see someone like you doing that. You're too nice, Dori, you know that? *She's not mad, and a small smile is still on her face.* Dorian: I lied to Valentine. I can't lie to you too. *He's quiet, wondering what she'll do, the cup untouched in his hands* Morgan: Well of course you lied to Valentine, or you'd be dead otherwise. Imprisoned at best. *Though she does wonder if the shapeshifter had any true inclinations of what his ex-boyfriend was really doing with his life.* No wonder you seemed so uneasy when we first met. Dorian: I'm not a great actor, no. After we broke up... I was worried he'd catch on, he came close a few times. *Pauses* Though I have to wonder why you're not trying to arrest me. *He had hoped he'd be able to be more subtle than this* Morgan: *chuckles* If I arrested you, I'd have had to arrest James, Lamont, and Malcolm (Porter) too. You're not the first MC boy I've been with, you know. Dorian: *blinks slowly* .... and you're not... in danger at all? Morgan: *grins* Hardly. Price wasn't a member of the MC back when I met him, and I haven't seen him since. James was a guy I would go to the hotels with if his band played in my bar, but he was a one girl man by the time the cafe got found out anyway. We hadn't slept together in a year. As for Malcolm... well... we both made the agreement not to shoot or stab each other in our sleep. He was recent, though, so I don't think anyone where I woke or otherwise remembers his face. *shrugs* As long as N doesn't figure it out, I'm fine. Dorian: *Stops to process this* I wasn't aware of you and Malcolm, though James doesn't surprise me. *meaning James, not her* Morgan: *laughs* James was a sweetie, but yeah, he's pretty transparent. *amused* I've talked to Malcolm a few times since you and I got together. Best watch your back although I'm pretty sure he's not petty enough to kill you over it. Dorian: Malcolm's going steady right now, I think I'm okay. *smiles* Morgan: Good to hear. *shakes her head* Sorry, never sure what to do when I see two guys from the same circle back to back. Always awkward. Dorian: We don't have to see each other any more, I'd hate to put you in danger. Morgan: *Again, she shakes her head.* Why? Just because I know now doesn't really change much for me. The only friends I have are newlyweds together, so I don't talk to people much outside the bar. Dorian: ...I figured you'd be angry, at least. *He feels a bit like a fish out of water* Morgan: Nah, just tired. Dorian: I'm sorry. I should leave. Morgan: Why? You haven't even finished your drink yet. Dorian: *shrugs* Tell me what you'd like me to do. *takes a sip - it isn't bad, even if he doesn't usually drink the stuff* Morgan: ...I do wonder why you talk like that? I wasn't under the impression that I was supposed to be your mother. Dorian: *pinches his nose* I'm not good at reading people, Morgan. Right now I don't know whether you'd rather me out of your life, or in it. *He isn't frustrated, no not at her* Morgan: Just stay. You already came out here, so you might as well stick around. I'm not mad or upset, just tired. Dorian: That makes two of us. I wouldn't mind a nap myself. Morgan: Not like that, but if you want to sleep, the bed's open. Dorian: Or I could just sit with you. *Smiles and finishes his drink* Morgan: You'll be waiting a while. I usually sleep around four or so. Dorian: That's okay. I need to be around someone who isn't insane for once. Morgan: *grins* I don't know if I'd say I'm sane, but thanks for the compliment. Dorian: You're more stable than most people I know. *leans over and gives her a kiss on the cheek* So you'll do. *kidding* Morgan: *kidding herself* There, see, that's what we call honesty. Dorian: It's a new one. Morgan: *sets their glasses aside and snuggles up to him* We still need to work on making you open up, though, and no, I don't mean about your alliances. That'd be stupid. Dorian: *Wraps an arm around her* What would you like to know? Morgan: I don't know. What more do you want to tell me? Dorian: I didn't consider myself closed off, so you'll have to tell me what you mean. Morgan: *chuckles* Well, okay, why did you join up with them? Maybe not a simple thing to answer, but it's a pretty simple question. Dorian: *pauses, wondering how much he should tell her... but...* I live on the edge of the slums, and living around there, you tend to notice things. Struggling families, black market raids, those sorts of things. *Shrugs* I could have stayed away from it, being a User, but I grew up among these people. I tried to help them how I could - legitimately of course - and they found me. Morgan: Ah, so we're pretty alike then. *apologetic smile* I thought about joining them once when I was still in SIN although Aidric never approached me. Then I decided that I'd rather change things from the inside out and do what I could to help out the Slums on my time off. Still, I can't say I blame anyone who joins up with them for good reasons. Dorian: I avoid fighting... but last week there was a man I couldn't save. I have this to show for it. *shrugs his shoulders, meaning his back* I'm not much of a healer if I can only heal myself. So I do what I can. Morgan: Oh, so you got caught up in that mess in the plaza then? *sighs* They asked me if I wanted to work that one, and I told them no. Even being in the Elite, I couldn't tell you what Upsilon was thinking. Law isn't my department, but it stank like lies. Dorian: None of them were our people. Especially not the child - though he got away. Morgan: I figured as much. As for the one you couldn't save, it might not do any good to tell you this, but you didn't "fail" him. All right? *She leans up to kiss him.* You might be a User, but you're still human. Dorian: *His hold on her tightens a little as she kisses him, and he sighs* I know. But the whole point of going in there was to help them. ... one bullet I could have fixed, but two was beyond me... *It didn't help he was bleeding out at the time, but he doesn't mention that* Morgan: *She narrows her eyes and puts her hands on either side of his face.* You did help them. Three of them died, yes, but your people still got three others out. Maybe you didn't get the better of the Elite, but you showed that you were the better ones. Dorian: *smiles at her, playing with her hair* I know. Thank you. Mogan: ...you say that, but the way you talk makes me worry about you more than knowing you're in the MC. Dorian: *raises an eyebrow* What do you mean? Morgan: You've seemed down on yourself ever since we first met. You shoot down most compliments, and you take the blame even when no one was trying to put it on you or even anyone else. Dorian: *he thinks for a moment* It wasn't always like that. I think I just have a lot to make up for. Morgan: Why? Because you were born with powers? Dorian: Partially. And then there's the whole 'stringing a guy along for information' part of the parcel. Morgan: *sighs* It's Valentine. He'd do the same to anyone, and I don't think you probably got much out of dating him anyway. He feeds lies to everyone even if they're not a threat. Dorian: I figured. *squeezes her a little* It's okay, it's not polite to talk about your exes. Especially when that ex happens to be a man, don't want you getting worried. *kidding* Morgan: Then I just broke that rule twice in one go tonight. Shame on me. Dorian: *chuckles* But I haven't got any women I need to worry about right? Or is there something you're not telling me? Morgan: Carlotta came close for a while, but nah, you don't have to worry. Dorian: *blinks - that actually surprises him somewhat. But he nuzzles gently at her neck* That's good. Morgan: Oh really? *quietly laughs* What'd be so wrong about me liking the ladies? Dorian: Competition. I'm not as pretty as them. Morgan: ..... *knocks him in the shoulder* Prettiest man I've ever met, for sure. Dorian: ...I'm not sure if that's a compliment? Morgan: It was meant as one, but I think you're a pretty cute man regardless of what I think of other girls. Dorian: *Gives her a kiss* Well it goes without saying, you're far more attractive than any man I've met. *You can contact me for the full log, but I decided to cut it off here.* |
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