(no problem at all, @M1ss_San , get as much me-time as you need :)
Morrigan refrained from growling when she heard him purr the syllables of her name. "Thievery." A half truth. She went with it, not asking him the same question. Beginning to eat faster, she kept her eyes glued to the plate, black hair falling in front of her face.
“Thievery of..?” He leans across the table, knowing he was bothering her greatly
Morrigan drew back and put as much space between them as possible. "Anything I needed.", she muttered, wishing he would leave her alone.
Fiona continued to walk down the halls, she walked down to her cell, then back to the mess hall, Humming to herself as she did.
"Intriguing," he says, "I assume I'm Not bothering you..Am I?"
Morrigan grunted in response, shrugging. If she was being honest, she was torn. She hadn't actually spoken out loud since her capture, to anyone. On the other hand, she hated talking to strangers, especially ones who purred out her name.
"Not very talkative are you?" He asks, looking less condescending and more confused
Zanna shrugged and started making her way to the mess hall. The bell had rung which meant it was time for lunch. She gave the stranger a relaxed wave, "I'm sure we'll meet again sometime. I'm getting a little a peckish."
Morrigan raised her head for the first time, looking him straight in the eye. Even this simple gesture made her stomach turn, eye contact had always frightened her. "You wouldn't be either if you were in my situation." She did not elaborate, only shoved down the memories that threatened to surface and lowered her head again.
He laughs slightly, “sweetheart, we’re both in the same situation, we’re in jail for Christ’s sakes!”
When Maya entered the cafeteria, she saw Chris sitting at a table by himself and decided to join him. "Hey,"
Chris smiled at the sight of her and scooted over. “Hey, I see you’re back. How were those snacks you stole?”
"I didn't steal them. I actually did work a while ago and I have some money from my theft on my account but they don't need to know that." She opened her pack of skittles and poured some in her hand. "You want some?"
He paused. “Any yellow ones left? I only eat the yellow ones.” He pushed away his lunch tray full of half eaten prison food. “The purple ones are the worst, but even those are better then my ‘lunch.’”
"There are a few." She said while pouring them onto a napkin and separating them with the tip of an unused spoon. Even though they were in a prison, she still cared for cleanliness. "Here you go." She pushed the napkin towards him and let him get the six yellow ones that were there.
He laughs slightly, “sweetheart, we’re both in the same situation, we’re in jail for Christ’s sakes!”
Morrigan snorted a laugh. “Don’t call me sweetheart. And no, this isn’t the same situation, wise*ss.” The course flew out of her mouth before she could stop it.
“Ahhh, there we go, you’re a feisty one!” He smiles, “so, do tell, what’s so different about your situation?”
Fiona got back to the mess hall and sighed, she leaned against the wall and watched everyone that was having a conversation, trying to find someone to talk to.
“Ahhh, there we go, you’re a feisty one!” He smiles, “so, do tell, what’s so different about your situation?”
“Don’t call me that.”, she practically spat. “And it’s not your business.” Again, she kept her gaze trained on the table, her meal finished.
He huffs, “you’re not very fun, you know that Morgan?” he chuckles to himself, “you might as well try to make friends with us friendly ones…because you’re gonna be here a long while”
"There are a few." She said while pouring them onto a napkin and separating them with the tip of an unused spoon. Even though they were in a prison, she still cared for cleanliness. "Here you go." She pushed the napkin towards him and let him get the six yellow ones that were there.
He glad took the napkin and popped a couple into his mouth. Trying to think of a a conversation starter, he said “So what’s your prison review? It think mines 2/5 stars. Horrible food, weirdly preppy guards, and some pretty scary people, but surprisingly comfortable beds and leisure time. Oh, I forgot about ‘school.’ Not that I take it seriously anyway.”
I wouldn’t count on it., Morrigan thought to herself. “Why do you keep emphasizing my name?” I’ll be out of this hellhole soon enough.
“Because my dear Morgan, it isn’t your real name now is it?” He raises a perfectly shaped eyebrow
“And why not?” She took a deep breath. “Don’t call me sweetheart. Don’t call me dear. Don’t call me anything other than Morgan.” It reminds me too much of him. Of his hands in my body, violating me. She pushed the thought away.
“I’ve heard it before, isn’t it longer? Well, no matter, as a gentleman, I’ll comply with your wishes” He scoots back and sets both his perfectly smooth hands on the table
Gentleman Morrigan almost snorted in disbelief. “My full name is Morgana. People call me Morgan.”, she lied again, smoothly and effortlessly.