forum One-On-One ((closed))

Started November 09, 2018 by @blue_topaz

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“Oh— Congratulations,” she told him, smiling slightly as she sipped her coffee.

Lucian smiled softly at that. “Thank you,” he hummed. “What about you?”

Morrigan shook her head. "Nothing, really." She paused, making sure that her breathing was steady and her head was clear, enjoying the unusual feeling of being able to relax in front of someone else.

Lucian nodded his head in understanding. “Maybe something will come up,” he commented. “How has going to the gym gone?” He asked.

Morrigan bit her lip, eyes flicking away. "I haven't.. I haven't worked up the courage to go yet," she admitted, volume dropping. "I've done the exercises you recommended at home, though."

“Oh, that’s okay. It’s perfectly alright to work out at home,” Lucian hummed. “And if you ever want to go to the gym, I’d be happy to go with you, if that would help at all.”

Beneath the table, Morrigan's knuckles whitened. "I- I appreciate the gesture, thank you. But I think it would be easier for me to go alone, if that's okay with you."

Lucian nodded his head. “Of course. You can do what you want,” he told her with a reassuring smile. “I won’t keep you from doing your own thing.”

The tension in Morrigan’s shoulders eased slightly at that. “Thank you.” It had come as a surprise, how sincere, how.. genuinely caring Lucian had turned out to be. Or at least— she hoped it was genuine. It had to be. Didn’t it?

“You’re welcome,” Lucian hummed with that same smile. He picked up his cup and took another small sip from it.

(lol
sounds good, though. After coffee? I can start)

Morrigan stood, pushing her seat in. She aimed a smile at Lucian, tugging at her shawl.
(Would you mind playing the other person?)

(I don’t mind)

Lucian was getting up as well. He stretched his arms and returned the smile. “Alright, lets get you home,” he said. He turned and began to walk towards the exit. He didn’t notice when a man that passed then grabbed Morrigan’s backside.

(Thanks)

Morrigan whirled around, eyes widening as they clashed with those of the man behind her. She stumbled backwards, panic seeping throughout her, throat closing up, mouth going dry. Letting out a terrified whimper as memories rose to the forefront of her mind, she reached instinctively for Lucian.

Lucian had noticed when Morrigan whipped around and grabbed for him. He still didn’t know what had happened. “Morrigan? What’s wrong?” He asked.

Morrigan couldn't reply, her tongue going numb in her mouth. She kept her dark eyes, now flooded with pain and fear, fixed to the man, not noticing when her entire body began to tremble. It was as if her mind was shutting down, too crammed with horrifying images, too broken and traumatised to deal with the situation. All she could think about was her father's huge hand sliding beneath layers of clothing, pushing her into a mattress, choking her until she begged for mercy.

“Morrigan?” Lucian asked, his worry increasing. She was having some sort of panic attack. “Please try to breathe. You’re okay, you’re okay. I’m here,” he said, trying to calm her. He followed her gaze to the man, who seemed to be around his height but had more hardset features. “Did you do something to her?” He asked sharply.

“Oh relax. I just had a quick feel,” the man chuckled.

“Excuse me?” Lucian asked sharply.

The scene around her distorted, colours and sounds blurring together. And suddenly, Morrigan was back in her father's bedroom, her head hung low.
"That's right, bitch," a painfully familiar voice sounded in her ear, drawing tears to her eyes, which she squeezed shut. "Bend over."

Trapped in her mind, Morrigan swayed, hand tightening on Lucian's arm.

Lucian clenched his fists tightly. He hated that the man had just touched Morrigan, and he hadn’t even noticed at first. “You bastard,” he spat, and the man had been starting to say something, but it was cut off when Lucian pulled away from Morrigan and caught the man across the jaw with his fist. It seemed to catch the man off guard, as it sent him stumbling into a table.

A loud crash yanked Morrigan from her reverie, her eyes flying open as she quickly pieced together what had just happened. Letting out an involuntary cry, she took hold of Lucian's bicep and pulled him back.