forum One-On-One ((closed))

Started November 09, 2018 by @blue_topaz

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Once again, Morrigan brought out her wallet and handed him some change, the thick crowd around them forcing her to move closer and closer to Lucian.

Lucian had noticed her moving closer to him because of the crowd. He scooted a bit closer to the machine, thinking she would want space. He paid for the drink and took it from the machine. “Ready?” He asked.

"Yup." She nodded, anxious to get away from the crowd, though she wore it well.
(I'm afraid that I'm accidentally making the rp all about my character– I'm really sorry if I am. Is there anything you'd like to do to distribute more weight on to your character?)

(Oh, I don’t think you are! I really like this rp. I’m just throwing things in about Lucian’s past every so often. But i really do like Morrigan so believe me, I don’t mind at all. When they do get into an actual relationship, I’ll probably have more things with Lucian and actually him having to cope with moving on)

Lucian nodded his head. He nudged his way through the crowd and walked to the door to the theater. He handed the person there their tickets and opened the door for Morrigan before going inside.

(alright, if you're sure, I was just worried about accidentally dominating the roleplay. If I ever am, don't hesitate to tell me, I'd never take offense or anything.
I had an idea, but again, I don't want to centre the scene around Morrigan: would it be okay if halfway through the movie, it gets really hot in her sweater until she absolutely cannot bear it and finally takes off her sweater, completely exposing her arms? Is there anything you want to do with Lucian in this scene?)

Morrigan ducked through, pulling her sleeves low over her palms until she had something she liked to call 'sweater paws'. They made their way to their seats, silent.

(Alright. And thats a good idea! Lucian would notice of course, and I don’t think id have him say anything, but he would definitely give her a look and maybe try to hold her hand in a comforting way? Then i was thinking he might bring it up in the car on the way to her apartment)

Lucian sat down in his seat, watching Morrigan do the same. He gave Morrigan a small smile as he watched the previews for a moment. “Anything you want to talk about before it starts?” He asked.

(sounds good, feel free to manipulate the scene in any way you want)

Morrigan ran a hand through her hair, wincing at how tangled it was despite the fact that she'd brushed it half an hour ago. Once again, she was wearing no makeup but a bit of concealer, particularly around the visible parts of the scar running from her neck to the midpoint of her chest, but she'd left most of her face uncovered. "Yeah– um, I was thinking of starting to go to the gym, I need the exercise, are there any pointers you can give me?" She'd harboured the idea for a log time, always settling on avoiding it because of the fact that she would have to wear short sleeves, but she'd begun to hate her body more and more, until it was unbearable. Something needed to be done.

(Alrighty!)

Lucian smiled a bit at the question. “Yeah. Don’t push yourself too far is a big thing. You know your own boundaries, don’t go further if you can’t. Take breaks when you need to and drink lots of water inbetween exercises,” he suggested.

:D

Morrigan nodded slowly, mentally jotting down the information. "What specific exercises go with specific reasons for working out?" she asked, not wanting to go in-depth about why she was starting.

“Theres always a lot of running things if you want to get your legs in more shape. You can do things like weights and push ups for stronger arms and shoulders. Or theres things like crunches and sit ups for the torso area,” Lucian explained.

Morrigan nodded, taking special note of the first and last things he'd said. "Thanks, Lucian, I appreciate it." She was about to say more when the movie began, causing a hush to fall over the theatre.

“Anytime,” Lucian said, his voice hushing as he spoke. He turned his head way from her and over to the screen.

(thanks!)

Loud gunshots were going off on the screen, jumpscares drawing gasps from people at every minute, but Morrigan couldn't focus on any of it. A bead of sweat dripped down her brow as she tugged on the collar of her sweater, panting quietly from the heat. She probably looked and smelled like absolute shit considering the fact that Lucian was right there, but every time she closed her eyes, the torturous heat only seemed to intensify.

Any normal person would have taken off their thick sweater by now, but that wasn't an option for her. She was wearing a black tank top beneath, her whole arms, shoulders, and part of her chest would be completely exposed and there was no way that was going to happen. Even yesterday, when her sleeves had reached just below her elbows, countless criss-crossing scars had been easily visible, but now? She would practically be signing her death warrant. If Lucian saw all the scars… If anyone did…

But the heat only got worse and worse until it was the only thing occupying her mind, and with it, her mounting panic rose. Now every time she closed her eyes she could only picture strong, inescapable arms wrapped around her torso, sweat clinging to her skin, rough words muttered into her ear, and she would have done anything, anything to stop it. So, fear flickering across her face, Morrigan slipped the sweater over her head and set it down in her lap, her every muscle stiff and tense.

Lucian had glanced over, but when he saw Morrigan with just her tanktop on, his mouth went dry. All of those scars, covering most areas of her skin that he could see. She was so much worse off than he had originally thought. Who made you want t do this? he wanted to ask right then and there. But he could only stare, and did so for a long moment, his lips parted as if he did want to speak.

But he tore his gaze away, biting the inside of his cheek sharply. He knew he had to ask now. He just had to. He needed to know who could have done something so horrible to Morrigan that she did those things to herself. It was a protectiveness towards her that he felt.

But he couldn’t do anything but be quiet at that moment. So, he simply decided to hesitantly reach over and place his palm over one if hers. He placed his hand over hers lightly and softly- showing her that she could pull away easily if she didn’t want him to do this.

Morrigan inhaled sharply the moment Lucian's hand made contact with hers, shoulder's drawing up, jaw clenching. He'd seen them. He'd seen almost all of them– the ones on her upper body, at least. She bit back the tiniest of whimpers, gluing her eyes to the screen ahead. This was a mistake– an enormous one. I never should have come here. Oh god– But strangely, Lucian's light, cautious touch seemed to anchor her, soothe her the smallest bit, so she kept her hand exactly where it was, praying that it wasn't shaking as bad as she thought it was.

Lucian threw a look in her direction. If she caught it, it was a soft one, giving a gentle and understanding smile. His dark eyes were just as soft as they usually were. He gently rubbed his thumb against the back of her hand in a calming and reassuring manner.

Morrigan could have let out a cry of relief. His hand wasn't slipping up her arm. He wasn't pulling her closer. He wasn't running his hands over her bare skin, or reaching into her lap. If anything, he was doing the exact opposite, trying to… comfort her? The fear definitely did not go away, but it ebbed enough that she could lean back into her seat and watch the rest of the movie without hyperventilating.

When the end credits began to roll, she stood, hugging the sweater to her chest.

When the movie ended and the credits began, Lucian’s hand left hers as he stood up. He shrugged his jacket back on and looked at her face with a smile. “Ready to head home?” He asked.

"Yeah," she replied with a smile that was, for once, not at all convincing. She hurriedly put her sweater back on as they were leaving the room, tugging it down directly before bright daylight hit her arms. "Did you- Did you enjoy the movie?"

Lucian took notice of the fake smile. He glanced around as they walked out and saw a few people having looked at Morrigan. When their eyes would shift to his, he would give them glares and resisted the urge to tug Morrigan close to him in a shielding, protective manner. “I thought it was pretty good. What did you think?” He asked.

"I–" Was trying not to have a panic attack in front of you for half of it."I liked it, though I feel like the- like the plot got a little too far-fetched at some point. The character development was nice, thought." They exited the cinema, rapidly approaching Lucian's car.

Lucian gave her an easy smile and nodded his head. They neared his car and took his keys out, unlocking it. He got in and put his seatbelt on. Once she was in and had done the same, he started the car. “You’ll have to give me a few directions,” he hummed.

"Sure," she replied, her body suddenly stiffening once more. The car– though it was not particularly small, it seemed tiny to her now. She was trapped, barely half a foot away from Lucian, and there was nothing she could do. Cool it. My god, you're pathetic. It's a car ride. He;s a nice guy. It was much easier said than done.

Lucian looked behind him as he pulled out of the spot. He had both of his hands resting on the wheel, just like he said he would. While he normally would have been more comfortable with one hand on his lap, he didn’t want to make Morrigan nervous. He pulled out onto the road, now.

"Do you know the intersection close to [insert mall]? Just continue straight until then, and then turn right," she directed quietly, rubbing at her safely clothed arms. A burst of pain flared just above her elbow, and she realized with shock and horror that in addition to her scars, Lucian had also seen the multiple fresh cuts. Her throat began to close up again, breath stalling completely.

“I know where you’re talking about,” Lucian said with a nod of his head. He kept his eyes on the road, hands adjusting a bit. “Can I ask you something, now?”

Here it comes. Morrigan paled, convinced that she was about to throw up all over Lucian's dashboard. "Ask away. What's up?"

“I know that you know about me seeing your scars..” Lucian started off slowly. “And I was wondering why..?” He asked before deciding to speak again. “Now you don’t have to tell me. From what I know about you I can piece a few things together, but I don’t know details. But I don’t want you to feel pressured to tell me if you don’t want to. I won’t be upset or mad or anything like that if you tell me no.”