Macha paused, trying to think back. "Remember how I used to work at the library? I still work there, but I also do shifts at a café near the university. I've written a lot of poetry. Rafael and I have been helping Morrigan pay for therapy… other than that, not much."
(Okay I know it’s like waaaayyyyy to far into this rp to be saying this, but Tyler’s dad was LOaded. He had a ton of money, their house is pretty big as well. That doesn’t have to change anything, I just realized that I never told you)
“You know we can lend her or Raf or anyone money if they need it, right?” Tyler asked, walking into their room and sitting down on the bed with a sigh.
(I'm so stupid……… let me edit, one sec)
(edited)
(No, no it’s fine..you didn’t need to..but it’s good, it’s all good. I just wanted you to know :)
“Other than the seemingly good parts of this month, is there anything else you want to tell me?” Tyler coaxed gently, sitting down on the bed and wrapping his arms around her.
(thanks for letting me know)
Macha's focus skittered elsewhere. Suddenly, the pattern of the bedsheets below her seemed incredibly interesting…. or maybe she was just afraid of meeting Tyler's eyes. "Not really.."
(Np)
Tyler gazed at her sadly for a second before nodding and pressing a small kiss to her temple, letting his head linger there for a minute. “Okay. You don’t have to if you don’t want to..” He didn’t want to force her to tell him anything.
Macha swallowed the lump in her throat, a nauseating mix of guilt and bile rising within her. "I just—" She shook her hair in front of her face. "It's your first day back. I don't want to worry you so soon."
“You know I’ll just worry more if you don’t say anything.” Tyler replied softly, pulling away and brushing the hair out of her face.
She released a soft, resigned sigh. "Nothing… major. Episodes. They came and went. I….. started the tally again."
Tyler let out a breath and slumped slightly, raising her hand up to his mouth and kissing it gently. "This is what I was talking about earlier, Macha. If anything ever happens to me, for any reason, how am I supposed to know that you'll be okay on your own?"
"I'll get better now that you're here.." She knew how dependant she was on her husband, and how unhealthy it was. But… there wasn't exactly much she could do at the moment.
“I know..I’m sorry,” he replied, looking down at her hand and lacing his fingers through hers.
“Not your fault..” she murmured, “I’m too dependant.”
“If I wasn’t gone so much, you wouldn’t be so dependent.” Tyler said, continuing to look down at her hand.
“Don’t talk like that, Tyler,” Macha whispered, “There’s no point. Let’s just cuddle and be happy..”
"That sounds amazing.." He replied happily, moving over to the front of the bed and leaning back with her wrapped in his arms.
Macha nestled deeper into his embrace, exhaling slowly.
"Get some sleep." He told her, stroking her hair gently.
"Not now!" Macha protested, opening her eyes. "You just came home"
“And I’ll be here when you wake up, darling.” Tyler replied with a smile, patting her head back down onto his chest. “I have nowhere to go.”
Macha shook her head. "I'm not sleeping unless you are."
Tyler pouted a little and turned his head to the side so they were face to face. “Please? Just for a bit?”
"If you want to sleep, go right ahead.." she murmured, but her exhaustion was rapidly leaking into her voice.
(maybe if they sleep we can do some Mor/Loch interactions?)
(Yeye)
“Okay Mach.” He smiled, leaning back into the pillows but keeping his eyes on her.
"Mph, fine…" she muttered beneath her breath and scooted closer until her forehead was pressed against his chest. "Wake me up when you do, 'kay?"
(Skip to mor and Lochlin?)
(yep!)
(K what should they do?
Sorry I’m kinda busy, gotta finish making cookies)
(dw about it, have fun w your cookies! maybe Lochlin's being super nosy and asking Morrigan stuff nad she gets defensive?)