Morrigan’s eyes widened, not at the proposition, but at the evident care with which he delivered the words. Both hands on the wheel… drop you off.. He was trying to assure her, trying to let her know that he wouldn’t try anything.. Morrigan was genuinely surprised. “Oh. I— thank you.” Her voice was quiet, hesitant.
Lucian’s smile came back at that, and he nodded. She had noticed his word choice. “You’re welcome, anytime. Wouldn’t want you to get cold,” he said. He opened the entrance door for her, following inside afterwards. He headed towards where you would buy the tickets, and he took out his wallet and bought them.
Morrigan stopped him, pulling out her own wallet. “Let me pay, you’ve payed all the other times. Besides, I owe you.” She was touched, for course she was, by his offer— and although a part of her couldn’t help being afraid that it was a trap, it had helped relax her.
“What do you owe me for?” Lucian asked, arching a brow in question. He stuffed his wallet back into his pocket.
Respecting my boundaries. Thinking back on it, he’d been nothing but good to her, something she wasn’t used to. Something she aopreciated. “Everything. How much was it?”
Lucian gave her a small smile at that. “Only $12,” he answered. He stuffed his hands down in his pockets.
Morrigan removed the amount from her wallet and held it out to him. “There you go.”
Lucian took the bills from her and stuffed them into his pocket. “Great. Do you want any snacks?” He asked.
Morrigan shook her head. “No thanks. But I can pay for yours.” She was normally very, very conservative with money, which was why she didn’t go out to the movies or for dinner much, but now that he’d spent so much on her.. She owed him. And for some strange reason, it felt nice.
Lucian nodded his head. “I’m probably just going to get a bottled water,” he said, stepping over to a vending machine.
Once again, Morrigan brought out her wallet and handed him some change, the thick crowd around them forcing her to move closer and closer to Lucian.
Lucian had noticed her moving closer to him because of the crowd. He scooted a bit closer to the machine, thinking she would want space. He paid for the drink and took it from the machine. “Ready?” He asked.
"Yup." She nodded, anxious to get away from the crowd, though she wore it well.
(I'm afraid that I'm accidentally making the rp all about my character– I'm really sorry if I am. Is there anything you'd like to do to distribute more weight on to your character?)
(Oh, I don’t think you are! I really like this rp. I’m just throwing things in about Lucian’s past every so often. But i really do like Morrigan so believe me, I don’t mind at all. When they do get into an actual relationship, I’ll probably have more things with Lucian and actually him having to cope with moving on)
Lucian nodded his head. He nudged his way through the crowd and walked to the door to the theater. He handed the person there their tickets and opened the door for Morrigan before going inside.
(alright, if you're sure, I was just worried about accidentally dominating the roleplay. If I ever am, don't hesitate to tell me, I'd never take offense or anything.
I had an idea, but again, I don't want to centre the scene around Morrigan: would it be okay if halfway through the movie, it gets really hot in her sweater until she absolutely cannot bear it and finally takes off her sweater, completely exposing her arms? Is there anything you want to do with Lucian in this scene?)
Morrigan ducked through, pulling her sleeves low over her palms until she had something she liked to call 'sweater paws'. They made their way to their seats, silent.
(Alright. And thats a good idea! Lucian would notice of course, and I don’t think id have him say anything, but he would definitely give her a look and maybe try to hold her hand in a comforting way? Then i was thinking he might bring it up in the car on the way to her apartment)
Lucian sat down in his seat, watching Morrigan do the same. He gave Morrigan a small smile as he watched the previews for a moment. “Anything you want to talk about before it starts?” He asked.
(sounds good, feel free to manipulate the scene in any way you want)
Morrigan ran a hand through her hair, wincing at how tangled it was despite the fact that she'd brushed it half an hour ago. Once again, she was wearing no makeup but a bit of concealer, particularly around the visible parts of the scar running from her neck to the midpoint of her chest, but she'd left most of her face uncovered. "Yeah– um, I was thinking of starting to go to the gym, I need the exercise, are there any pointers you can give me?" She'd harboured the idea for a log time, always settling on avoiding it because of the fact that she would have to wear short sleeves, but she'd begun to hate her body more and more, until it was unbearable. Something needed to be done.
(Alrighty!)
Lucian smiled a bit at the question. “Yeah. Don’t push yourself too far is a big thing. You know your own boundaries, don’t go further if you can’t. Take breaks when you need to and drink lots of water inbetween exercises,” he suggested.
:D
Morrigan nodded slowly, mentally jotting down the information. "What specific exercises go with specific reasons for working out?" she asked, not wanting to go in-depth about why she was starting.
“Theres always a lot of running things if you want to get your legs in more shape. You can do things like weights and push ups for stronger arms and shoulders. Or theres things like crunches and sit ups for the torso area,” Lucian explained.
Morrigan nodded, taking special note of the first and last things he'd said. "Thanks, Lucian, I appreciate it." She was about to say more when the movie began, causing a hush to fall over the theatre.
“Anytime,” Lucian said, his voice hushing as he spoke. He turned his head way from her and over to the screen.
(is it okay if I skip to the middle of the movie?)
(Go on ahead!)
(thanks!)
Loud gunshots were going off on the screen, jumpscares drawing gasps from people at every minute, but Morrigan couldn't focus on any of it. A bead of sweat dripped down her brow as she tugged on the collar of her sweater, panting quietly from the heat. She probably looked and smelled like absolute shit considering the fact that Lucian was right there, but every time she closed her eyes, the torturous heat only seemed to intensify.
Any normal person would have taken off their thick sweater by now, but that wasn't an option for her. She was wearing a black tank top beneath, her whole arms, shoulders, and part of her chest would be completely exposed and there was no way that was going to happen. Even yesterday, when her sleeves had reached just below her elbows, countless criss-crossing scars had been easily visible, but now? She would practically be signing her death warrant. If Lucian saw all the scars… If anyone did…
But the heat only got worse and worse until it was the only thing occupying her mind, and with it, her mounting panic rose. Now every time she closed her eyes she could only picture strong, inescapable arms wrapped around her torso, sweat clinging to her skin, rough words muttered into her ear, and she would have done anything, anything to stop it. So, fear flickering across her face, Morrigan slipped the sweater over her head and set it down in her lap, her every muscle stiff and tense.