forum There are voices in our heads rp (Closed)

Started October 16, 2018 by @basil_

tune

(Hhh thank you she’s one of my favourites
She and Macha are in a girl gang together in my original story XD)

“Good. And you don’t need to thank me. You would have done the same.” The young woman seemed to soften before his eyes.

(She’s like really hardcore while caring at the same time and it’s a great combination xD)

“It probably wouldn’t have happened if I hadn’t left..” Tyler replied softly, looking down slightly.

(Eyy thanks
She’s even more traumatized than Macha lol
And this is her after she finds out what confidence is and how to have it)

Morrigan raised a shoulder. “Well, yes. But there’s no point dwelling on that now.”

Macha returned with drinks and a bowl of nachos, raising an eyebrow at Morrigan.
“I really hope you didn’t threaten my…. husband, Morrigan.”

(fun xD)

Tyler smiled a little. “Only good naturedly.” He replied, helping Macha with the drinks and handing one to Morrigan.

(Lol)

Macha sighed loudly, seating herself next to Tyler. “Of course.”
Morrigan gave a shameless shrug.

Tyler turned to look at Macha, gesturing to the food. “You should eat.” He suggested carefully.

Macha and Morrigan shared a look. “I’ll eat later.. I promise.”

Tyler sighed, looking between the two. “I feel like you two are going to gang up on me or something.”

Both girls had the decency to look abashed. “Sorry, Tyler,” Macha said, a slight chuckle beneath her words.

"It's okay just don't attack me or anything." He laughed a little.

“No promises,” they said at the exact same time, then smiled, which was the equivalent of bursting into laughter for them.

Tyler glanced over at Macha, a smile still present on his face, glad to see her happy once again.

Morrigan cleared her throat. “Anyways. I’ve seen pictures of you, did you re-dye your hair, or something?”

"No, it just did this on its own I think." Tyler replied, running his hand through it briefly.

Both women tilted their heads in confusion. “How?” Macha asked, biting her lip.

“I’m not sure. It did this when I was younger too.” He shrugged.

"Oh." Macha frowned, but reached slowly for his hand. "Did it ever go.. I dunno, pink?"
(skip?)

sure, or fallen asleep on the couch downstairs or something. I'll direct you, dw)

(Okay thanks)

Tyler stepped out of the bathroom, shaking his wet hair out a little and pulling a shirt on.

Macha, who, dragged down by sheer exhaustion, had tumbled into a deep slumber on the couch, didn't stir when he emerged. She'd left the door to their room open and a mess of papers on her desk; not all of which were homework.

Tyler walked around, cleaning things up a bit. He went over to her desk and began stacking papers up, paying half attention to what they were.

(G’morning)

A single sheet of torn paper fluttered down from his grasp, landing on the floor.

(How are you?)

Tyler frowned, reaching down and picking up the piece of paper, wondering why it was torn.