forum The Andromeda (Pirate RP//closed)

Started April 11, 2018 by Deleted user

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(It’s around that time, yeah. I just thought it may have been around 10-11 or so because people were already doing things when I responded..)

“How are you feeling today?” Lucian asked, his eyes flicking between her and the sea.

(Np)

“Better.”, she lied, glad that she’d had time to reinstate her stoic, sarcastic facade.

The corners of Lucian’s lips twitched down slightly, but he nodded anyways. “Good to hear,” he said, but there were hints that he wasn’t convinced in his tone.

She ran a hand through her tangled hair. “And you?”, she asked, shifting into her right foot.

“I’m decent enough,” Lucian responded, straightening his posture. He ran his finger tips lightly on the rail in a distracted way.

She could tell something was off, but the pain in her new stomach wound increased, although she made little to no outward sign of being in pain.

Lucian threw a glance in Morrigan’s direction, the silence feeling tense. His eyes flicked over her features quickly, hints of desire in his eyes before he looked away again.

Morrigan’s cheeks flushed ever so slightly at this, the silence dragging on excruciatingly slow. She was bursting to just tell him how she felt, but she stayed silent. Her eyes traveled over the curves and angles of his face, heart pounding.

Lucian pushed back off the railing, no longer leaning against it. He cleared his throat before speaking. “I’m going to grab something to eat, it’s been..” he trailed off, checking his watch, “about 29 hours since I last ate. Too busy to remember.”

“Go ahead, you need it.” She gave him a small smile. “Doctor duties?”

“As always,” Lucian responded, the corners of his lips twitching into one of his rare, faint smiles. “Take care, I’d prefer if you checked in again today.” He stepped away from the railing, heading toward the kitchen area.

Joanna finished cooking the eggs, looking up as Lucian entered. "I was wondering if anyone was hungry. No one heard me half an hour ago."

Morrigan nodded as he left, trying to still the rapid beats of her heart and figure out how she was going to hide the gash on her stomach, which was deep but not deep enough to pierce an organ. Lucian wouldn’t check there without her permission anyways, but she was better off safe then sorry. Fingering the faint scars that crisscrossed her cheeks, sheheaded up to the crows nest.

“Oh?” Lucian asked, looking at Joanna. “I must have been asleep still when you called.”

Joanna shrugged. "I guess. Now eat this before it gets cold." She said, passing him a plate of food.

Morrigan’s eyes swept over the horizon, her thoughts an indecipherable, swampy mess. Sighing, she pressed her thin into her stomach wound, only satisfied when intense pain shot through her. She swallowed it, standing up a little straighter.

Lucian gave her a quick, greatful smile as he took the plate, snatching a fork as well. “Thanks, I’ll be in my office if you need me. I’ll bring the plate back once I’m done,” he said, leaving the kitchen and walking the short distance to where his office was. He sat down at his desk, making room for the plate as he began to eat quickly.

Morrigan relaxed her wings, letting the sea breeze ruffle her feathers.

Once Lucian finished his food, and it didn’t take him long at all, he went back into the kitchen to set his plate down to wash. Once he did, he looked back at Joanna, remembering something. “Question, do you have that knife that had the blood on it?” He questioned.

"Yes, I do. I didn't have time to wash it what with the excitement on land yesterday."

“Great, even better. Could I take it for a second? It will needed to be disinfected thoroughly, blood can carry many types of diseases or bacteria,” Lucian explained in a level tone. He was mostly positive that Morrigan wasn’t diseased in anyway, but he had to be sure. It was his job.

Joanna shrugged. "Sure. I was just going to give the soap and water job, but it's probably a better idea if you do that." She turned and picked up the knife off the counter. "Here."

Lucian took the knife, turning it over in his hand to look over the dulled blade. “Thanks a lot,” he said quickly before leaving, eager to get a better look at the blade. He hurried to his office, not wanting to draw attention to himself by carrying a bloody cheese knife. He set it on the procedure table, lips pulled into a tight line as he continued to observe it.