forum There are voices in our heads rp (Closed)

Started October 16, 2018 by @basil_

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(Would you mind taking control of Lochlin every once and a while? Sorry it’s just sort of awkward of me to be controlling Mach, Mor, and him, plus I think it’d be kind of cool to have Lochlin/Morrigan interactions?)

While Morrigan and Lochlin glared daggers at each other, Macha inclined her head to the stairs. “Let’s go up?”

(I’m back. And yeah I can :)

Tyler nodded and yanked Lochlin along with them, reviving a glare in return. “Stop acting like this is the worst thing ever.” Tyler muttered exasperatedly.

(Heyo!)

Morrigan scowled. “This is the worst thing ever. You’re harbouring a criminal. But let’s make one thing clear—the couch is my sleeping place. Crazy boy can find somewhere else.”

“We have a guest bedroom Morrigan. Why don’t you just move in there?” Tyler suggested, frowning slightly. Lochlin rolled his eyes and continued to glare at Morrigan. “I’d sleep anywhere just to get away from you.”

“The feeling is mutual,” Morrigan snapped, “And sure, thank you, Tyler.” Her voice softened considerably when speaking to him.

Macha seized this opportunity to speak to Tyler. She can’t stay at her place, her father found her. Long story, but she’s been staying here while you were gone.

“No trouble, stay as long as you want.” He told her, glancing back at Macha with a little nod. “And Lochlin, you can stay down here.”

Morrigan gave a curt nod and turned towards the kitchen. “And paws off my Oreos!”

(listening to carry on my wayward son :)
(and Into my Arms cause it's the song that Baz and Simon danced to :''''(
"Won't be a problem." Lochlin muttered, sitting down in a chair with a huff. Tyler turned back to Macha with a sigh. "Do you think they'll kill each other if we go upstairs?" He asked quietly.

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“Probably,” Macha laughed, “No harm done. Up we go.”

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Tyler laughed softly and slipped his hand into hers as they made their way upstairs. "What have you done, while I've been gone?"

Macha paused, trying to think back. "Remember how I used to work at the library? I still work there, but I also do shifts at a café near the university. I've written a lot of poetry. Rafael and I have been helping Morrigan pay for therapy… other than that, not much."

(Okay I know it’s like waaaayyyyy to far into this rp to be saying this, but Tyler’s dad was LOaded. He had a ton of money, their house is pretty big as well. That doesn’t have to change anything, I just realized that I never told you)

“You know we can lend her or Raf or anyone money if they need it, right?” Tyler asked, walking into their room and sitting down on the bed with a sigh.

(No, no it’s fine..you didn’t need to..but it’s good, it’s all good. I just wanted you to know :)

“Other than the seemingly good parts of this month, is there anything else you want to tell me?” Tyler coaxed gently, sitting down on the bed and wrapping his arms around her.

(thanks for letting me know)

Macha's focus skittered elsewhere. Suddenly, the pattern of the bedsheets below her seemed incredibly interesting…. or maybe she was just afraid of meeting Tyler's eyes. "Not really.."

(Np)

Tyler gazed at her sadly for a second before nodding and pressing a small kiss to her temple, letting his head linger there for a minute. “Okay. You don’t have to if you don’t want to..” He didn’t want to force her to tell him anything.

Macha swallowed the lump in her throat, a nauseating mix of guilt and bile rising within her. "I just—" She shook her hair in front of her face. "It's your first day back. I don't want to worry you so soon."

“You know I’ll just worry more if you don’t say anything.” Tyler replied softly, pulling away and brushing the hair out of her face.

She released a soft, resigned sigh. "Nothing… major. Episodes. They came and went. I….. started the tally again."

Tyler let out a breath and slumped slightly, raising her hand up to his mouth and kissing it gently. "This is what I was talking about earlier, Macha. If anything ever happens to me, for any reason, how am I supposed to know that you'll be okay on your own?"

"I'll get better now that you're here.." She knew how dependant she was on her husband, and how unhealthy it was. But… there wasn't exactly much she could do at the moment.

“I know..I’m sorry,” he replied, looking down at her hand and lacing his fingers through hers.

“Not your fault..” she murmured, “I’m too dependant.”

“If I wasn’t gone so much, you wouldn’t be so dependent.” Tyler said, continuing to look down at her hand.