forum One-On-One ((closed))

Started November 09, 2018 by @blue_topaz

tune

“Lucian,” she began, using the surest, most soothing tone she could muster. “I did not cut myself.” But the way her voice almost seemed to crack on the last word ruined the whole act, nearly giving her away.

Lucian heard the small crack in Morrigan’s tone. She was lying to him. He rubbed at his jaw. He had stubble forming- he needed to shave. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. Completely sure.“ Morrigan held her breath, praying that he believed her. Then a thought hit her like a freight train— what if he asked her to send a picture of both her arms? That would be an absolute disaster.

Lucian still didn’t believe Morrigan. But he wanted her to admit it without him pressuring her into it. That would make things worse. “I’m taking your word for this,” he said slowly.

Morrigan released a breath. “Thank you— I’m glad you trust me.” The words hurt her to say, tied a noose of guilt around her neck. He was trusting her… and she was flat-out lying to him. But what else could she do?

Lucian gave a hum in response. “I’m sorry for calling out you and sitting outside the entrance like some weirdo..”

Morrigan laughed weakly, a rare sound. “It’s fine, honestly— I appreciate your concern. Thank you.”

Lucian felt a bit of warmth at the laugh. It was barely there, but he loved it. “M’hm, you’re welcome,” he said. “And you have a nice laugh. Shame I can’t hear it face to face. But this is good enough.”

Morrigan flushed despite her current predicament, rolling up her sleeve again and wetting a washcloth. Might as well clean up… “Th-Thanks,” She stammered, frowning down at her traitorous heart when it skipped a beat. “You- You have a beautiful voice, so..”

Lucian smiled softly at that. “Thanks,” he said softly in response. He tilted his head back against the seat. “You probably want me to let you go..”

“I don’t mind either way,” she told him tentatively, pleasantly surprised that she felt no need to lie to her the words out. Successfully cleaning the blood off her arm, she pulled her sleeve down again, crossing the flat to sit on her couch.

“Oh,” Lucian said, looking out of the window at the building. He glanced down at his hand, already seeing the bruises on his knuckles forming. “I should probably head home anyways. Get ice on my hand,” he said. “But I can stay on the phone if you want.”

“Yeah— does it hurt a lot?” She spoke into the phone, picking up the little pitbull plushie and turning it over in one hand. “And it’s fine, but thank you. Go get your hand fixed up, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“No, it doesn’t,” Lucian answered. “It’ll be bruised for a couple days, but I’ll be fine.” He resisted the urge to sigh when she said the second bit. “Right, okay. I’ll see you later.”

“Bye.” She told him with a small smile, whispering a ‘thank you’ before hanging up.

“Bye,” Lucian responded before he hung up as well. He sat in his car for a minute longer before starting it again and driving away.

Skip?)

(Dw about it, I can specify each time, sorry
Yeah, sure, sounds good)

(It’s all good, and alright)

Lucian pulled up to Morrigan’s apartment complex. He was in a tshirt and jeans, along with a light jacket just in case. He texted Morrigan to say that he was there for her when she was ready.

Morrigan had been thinking, a lot. All night long in fact, or at least for most of it. It was just bothering her— what were she and Lucian? Yes, they were going out together, but he didn’t feel like her boyfriend. Was she his girlfriend? Or was it too early for that? Did she want to be his girlfriend? If she was being honest, she had absolutely no idea.

When he had first asked her out, she had said yes because of fear. She would have rather been anywhere else. But now….. it was safe to say that he was doing his best to make her feel comfortable, something no one had bothered to do before. And… now, the thought of him kept causing an odd stirring in her chest..

Morrigan glanced down at her phone, smiling at the screen. She grabbed a light jacket and a pre-packed basket and was out the door in less than thirty seconds.