forum One-On-One ((closed))

Started November 09, 2018 by @blue_topaz

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Lucian shook his head as well. “No, none. I was going to go to the gym at some point soon after this, but I don’t know,” he said with a shrug.

"You sure go to the gym a lot," Morrigan commented without thinking, her eyes widening immediately. "That was so rude of me– I'm sorry–" She seemed to be afraid of being punished for her mistakes, terrified, in fact.

Lucian gave a soft chuckle. “No, no. It wasn’t. It’s a sort of therapy to me, I guess. And I have to stay healthy and all,” he hummed.

"Right, yeah." Morrigan didn't work out… which was definitely not the only reason that she wasn't a healthy person. She sipped her coffee, taking pleasure in the way the steaming liquid scalded her tongue. The pain felt nice, so she did it again, pausing only to speak. "What else do you do for fun? Other than what you told me last night, I mean."

“Mm, well. Reading is nice,” Lucian said, thinking as he paused for a moment. “I’m decent at basketball,” he chuckled. “I played a lot in highschool.”

Morrigan knew virtually nothing about sports, so she focused on what he'd said about reading, doing her best to ignore the knot in her stomach. The pain helped with the anxiety, though. It focused her, calmed her. Only distressed her when she was punishing herself, when she deserved it. Then, it reminded her of Aaron. "What kind of books do you read?"

Lucian brushed a bit of his hair back in thought. “Mostly fiction. Sometimes thriller genres,” he said. “What else about you should I know?” He asked after. He couldn’t help the way his dark, but soft, eyes flicked down to look at the scars on her arms.

Morrigan visibly stiffened, acutely aware of the fact that he could see her scars. I should have worn longer sleeves.. God, I'm so stupid.. "So, you like Steven King, then?" she questioned in response to his first statement, trying and failing to distract herself from every single flaw that she had rendered visible to him. "And.. I don't know, what is there to know about me? I'm not a very interesting person."

Lucian drug his gaze back up to Morrigan’s face. What was the story behind those scars? “Yeah, I’ve read a couple of his books,” he responded. He gave her a comforting looking smile. “I don’t know about that. You seem interesting to me.”

Morrigan gave a slight tilt of her head, genuinely curious for once. "Me? How come?" she asked, sounding baffled.

Lucian smiled a bit more at that, glancing away. “You just remind me of someone that meant a lot to me, is all,” he said slowly.

"Oh." Morrigan wasn't sure how to respond to that, but the hard knot in her gut loosened ever so slightly "How- How so?"

Lucian rubbed at the back of his neck. Would this be a good time to tell Morrigan about Summer. “You both made me feel something real,” he said slowly.

"Something…. real? I don't– I don't understand," she said quietly, now slightly afraid once more.

Lucian gave a soft sigh, rubbing at his jaw. “Real feelings,” he said. “I guess I owe an explination now. You remind me of an old fiance of mine, Summer,” he added. It hurt to say her name.

Morrigan's gut twisted at the same time that her heart squeezed. On one hand, it was clear that the subject was extremely sensitive to him, perhaps he'd lost the woman? Which was awful, of course, and she couldn't help but feel immense sympathy. But.. he'd said that she'd reminded him of his old fiancé? Did that mean that he expected something of her? You're reading way too far into this, she told herself. Let it go. You're fine. He's fine. "Oh– I'm really sorry about whatever happened."

“It’s fine. It was about two years ago,” Lucian said slowly. “No divorce or anything. A mugging- on our way to a dinner and I guess the guy got nervous,” he breathed out. He pictured it in his mind. He saw her in her favorite red dress. She had reached into her purse to give the guy her wallet. He got nervous and shot her square in the ribs. She had bled out and died on the sidewalk, and he couldn’t do anything.

“But anyways.. You two just have a few simlilar traits, I guess,” he said slowly. He wanted to get away from the subject as quickly as possible.

Oh…. that's horrible.. Morrigan's eyes softened considerably as she gave him a sympathetic smile. "I'm sorry. And, thank you, I guess."

“It’s fine. These have been my first dates since she passed, so I guess I’m moving on,” Lucian said hesitantly. “And you’re welcome”.

Morrigan paused, unsure of how to reply. Eventually, she settled on 'That's good, I guess', hoping she hadn't said anything wrong.

Lucian gave a small nod of his head. Oh, he definitely ruined the mood. ‘Oh you’re so intersting- my fiance died’. Good job to him.

Morrigan bit her lip; Lucian appeared to be sad and guilty, and the conversation was dying. As a way to reassure him that she didn’t mind, she forced herself to place some trust in his hands, no matter how nauseating it felt. “Your turn, ask me something. I guess I sort of owe you, since I know that about you now.”

Lucian took a sip of his coffee before looking back over at Morrigan. “Oh- right,” he said after a moment. He thought, knee bouncing a bit. “Well, do you have any pets?”

Morrigan shook her head, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. Relieved that he hadn't asked a more personal question, she finished the last of her drink and set the cup down. "Never have, either."

Lucian nodded his head slowly. “Not a pet person or just haven’t gotten around to it?” He asked.