forum There are voices in our heads rp (Closed)

Started October 16, 2018 by @basil_

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(Ooo fun. To where?)

“Okay..technically, I am an attempted murderer, so..what’s the harm..in having two…” He trailed off, shifting nervously. “He’s a nice guy though..”

(Some neighbouring town)

“That’s different,” she murmured, “That’s the Demon. Not you. You’re sure he’s nice?”

(Fun :)

“Yeah, absolutely.” Tyler smiled a little, desperately hoping that he wasn’t lying and that Lochlin would behave himself.

Macha exhaled through her nose. "Fine. But I'm setting some ground rules for him. Alright?"

“I wouldn’t expect anything else.” Tyler agreed, squeezing her hand gently.

"Lunch is on the table, if you two want any," Morrigan spoke up, waving the spatula in her hand. "You can get your lunatic friend once you've eaten."

“Thank you.” Tyler smiled gratefully. “I haven’t had good food in weeks.

(Sorry that was short. How are you?)

(I'm okay, you?)

Mach hopped down from Tyler's embrace and seated him at the table, moving to grab a stack of napkins. Morrigan intercepted her, pushing her down into a chair. "Sit. Relax. For the love of god, Macha."

(could be better :)

"And eat something. I've been uh..meaning to talk to you about something Mach." Tyler said, sitting down and getting a bit of food, giving some to Macha as well. "And since i'm back I thought it would be a good time to do that.."

(hope you feel better. anything I can do?)

Macha's eyes darkened with worry. "Tyler? What's wrong?"

(nah i'm fine 👍)

"Listen, so..I've been thinking, while being gone, and there's no guarantee that…well that we'll never be separated again. There's still so many things and people that could take me away from you and.." Tyler trailed off, trying to think of how to tell her what he was thinking.

Macha pressed her hand against her mouth, praying fervently that he wasn't about to say what she was afraid of. "And?"

"And..if something happens to me.." He said more quietly. "If I die, if I never come back. I need you to be able to have a life without me. You should be able to be happy.."

"Tyler, what are you trying to say?" she said sharply, fear drenching her voice. "Are you–Are you leaving me?"

"No no no. That's not what i'm trying to say. I'm never going to leave you on purpose, never. But there are too many chances that I'll..get taken or killed or…Just..what i'm trying to say is that I want to know that you'll be able to live a happy life and you'll be able to eat and sleep and not grieve forever.."

Macha's shoulders sagged in relief. "Oh. Yeah–okay. I'll—I'll do my best."

"You really thought I was leaving you?" He asked quietly, tilting his head slightly.

"I–I'm sorry," she stammered, raking a hand through her hair. "I just panicked."

"It's okay, don't worry." He smiled a little, reaching over and gently squeezing her hand.

Macha nodded, weakly, squeezing back. "Tell me everything. About what happened. About how you've been."

"I've been fine I guess. It wasn't horrible there, really. I got to take classes, catch up on school stuff." Tyler told her, wondering if he should recount the worse parts of the asylum.

"That's good…" she murmured, squeezing his hand a second time. "But please, Tyler, tell the whole story. Don't hold back."

"Sorry. The first couple weeks or so, they kept me in my room after I guess I must've attacked a nurse or something, I can't remember much though.." He continued slowly, trying to trace his memory back to the first week.

Macha nodded understandingly, brushing her thumb over his knuckles. "How bad did it get?"

“Really bad the first week, and the week after you came to visit..other than that..it was fine, I guess.." He said, looking down at her hand.