(I’m glad!)
Morrigan shook her head firmly, and, using his words as a leverage, pushed open the door.
There. It’s too late to turn back now..
Not daring a glance at Lucian, she stepped inside, praying that she handing left anything questionable out.
Lucian stepped inside after her. He glanced around as he brushed his hair back a bit using his fingers. “Nice place,” he commented with a small smile.
"Thank you," she answered quietly, biting back a quiet 'not really'. The apartment was small, cramped, decorated with extremely simplistic furniture. The walls were bare, lines with hairline cracks here and there, and a scarlet bucket stood in the far corner of the living room, collecting the water that continuously leaked from the ceiling. There were no photographs to be seen,
Lucian licked his lips as he looked back over at Morrigan, keeping his hands at his sides. “What do you feel like doing while we’re here?” He asked her.
"We could watch a movie, if you'd like," Morrigan suggested, slipping a thin jacket off her shoulders. "Or…. I have a Scrabble board somewhere? Or we could always talk. It's up to you."
Lucian hummed in thought for a moment. “How about we just relax and watch a movie?” He answered.
"Sounds good." Morrigan held her hands out to him. "Can I take your coat? Make yourself at home on the couch.."
Lucian’s brows raised before he smiled. “Sure, thanks,” he said, shrugging the coat off and handing it to her. He walked over to the couch an sat down, leaning back against it.
Morrigan took the brief moment alone to steady herself. There was no intrusion in her home; it was just Lucian. Sweet, careful Lucian. There was no need to feel this nervous—he would never try anything.
After a second or two, she turned to approach him, a hesitant smile curving her lips.
Lucian tilted his head back for a moment, resting his eyes shut. When he heard Morrigan coming back, his eyes flicked open and he tilted his head forwards again, nudging his glasses up a bit. “Hey,” he said softly, a gentle smile on his lips.
"Hey," Morrigan echoed, coming to a stop a few feet away from him. "What do you want to watch?" A second smile ghosted over her lips, this one less hesitant than the first.
Lucian’s smile was a lazy and relaxed one, and he sat up a little bit more. “Might as well watch something like a comedy, or something calm, at least,” he suggested, thinking she wouldn’t want to watch anything too intense.
"Sure, yeah." Morrigan came around the side of the couch and knelt beside a large box, "I've got some DVDs in here. Or we can just see what's on at this time. I don't have Netflix, sorry."
Lucian smiled at Morrigan as he watched her. “We can just pick out a DVD,” he told her. “And that’s alright. I don’t have Netflix either,” he admitted. He was always too busy working and going to class to stick with a show.
Morrigan beckoned to him, a curtain of hair falling in front of her bowed head as she rooted through the box. "Most of this stuff is old…. movies I used to watch with my sister. When–When my dad wasn't home."
Lucian got up and moved to crouch down next to her. He nodded his head as he listened to her speak. He picked up a disk that seemed interesting. “What about this?”
Morrigan peered over at the scratched DVD case. "Ferris Bueller's Day Off?" Her smile grew, just a bit. "You've never watched that?"
Lucian gave a nervous little chuckle. “No, I haven’t. I know, that’s terrible. I just never watch too many movies,” he admitted.
“It’s fine, I don’t either,” she hastened to assure him. “I grew up watching the same ‘80s films over and over again.”
Lucian nodded his head at that, smiling at Morrigan softly. “That’s okay. We can watch that movie,” he said before standing up.
“It’s funny.” Morrigan rose to her feet, gesturing to the couch. “Sit, grab a blanket. Let me just get the DVD player up and running.”
“Good,” Lucian commented. He nodded at Morrigan’s instructions, grabbing a soft feeling blanket and sitting on the couch before draping it over him partly.
Before long, Morrigan was curled up on the couch a few feet away from him. She ignored the conflicting temptations to shift closer and move away, instead wrapping a blanket around her shoulders like a cocoon.
Lucian decided he wouldn’t move closer to Morrigan. Not unless she seemed to want him to or told him to. He also kept his hands above the blanket, resting on his lap. See? I won’t try to touch you under the blanket or anything of those sorts.
The movie began to play, drawing quiet chuckles from Morrigan ever now and then. Of course, the seemingly nonchalant expression on her face was the equivalent of her rolling on the floor laughing…. By the middle of the movie, she was surprised to find herself a foot closer to Lucian.
(Have you watched Ferris Bueller?)