"And you're also the one who was hurt in the process. You left because of good intentions. It isn't all about me, and never will be," she said firmly, a soft exhale following.
There are voices in our heads rp (Closed)
"Okay..you win. Are you finished eating?" He asked, glancing down at her plate.
Marla followed his gaze to her plate– she'd only eaten three apple slices. "I'll eat the rest for lunch and dinner. Sorry you went through all that effort for nothing…."
"It's okay..I'm just glad you at some." He said, taking her plate and moving to stand up.
She raised a hand to stop him. "I'll take it down, it's fine." Swinging her legs off the bed, she stood and took the plate.
"Oh." He stood up anyway, walking downstairs with her and beginning to clean up the rest of the dishes.
Macha settled a hand on his bicep. "Tyler. Let me clean up, you go and relax."
"But I want to help.." He retorted, frowning slightly.
"Relax," she insisted, pushing on his arm as lightly as she could. "Please."
"But I don't have anything to do besides this.." Tyler replied, shrugging.
“Tyler….” She sighed, gesturing towards the couch. “Relax. Watch some TV. Please.”
"Fine." Tyler huffed, walking over to the couch and flopping down on his back.
A soft sigh parted Macha’s lips as she turned to the sink and began to wash the dishes.
Tyler let out a quiet sigh and stared up at the ceiling, lost in thought, as he often was.
She was finished before long and approached him, silent.
(Skip?)
(sure to when?)
(I had a few ideas?
- Tyler meets Morrigan
- Tyler accidentally finds Macha’s depressing poetry and reads it
- Tyler’s roommate comes looking for him
- Explaining the situation the the police )
(We could do them in order if you want?)
Sure lol
Want me to start?)
(sure if you want)
(Kk)
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Barely five minutes after Macha had sent the invitation via text, the doorbell rang, pulling her from her thoughts. “That’s her,” she told Tyler, hurrying to open the door. She was greeted by a girl with long black hair and a scarred face, wearing a leather jacket and combat boots. But to contrast with her clothing, her face betrayed a gentleness and a sadness that seemed to match that of Macha’s. The young women embraced, and Morrigan stepped into the house.
“So, what am I here—“ She stopped dead, staring at Tyler. “You’re— you’re him, aren’t upu?”
Tyler's eyes flicked back to Macha for a second before going back to Morrigan. "Yes…"
Morrigan stared at him for a full ten seconds before shutting the door behind her and taking a second to compose herself. “Right. Okay. That’s— I’m Morrigan. Nice to meet you.”
“Tyler. Pleasure.” He smiled a little, saying her name over in his head so he didn’t forget it.
She nodded slowly, facing Macha. “Explanation?”
Macha smiled faintly. “You two go sit down, I’ll just grab some water for everyone and then get properly introduced.”
“I can get those if you want to sit.” He offered.
Macha waved him off. “Sit.” She gave Morrigan a pointed look. “Behave.”
And with that, she slipped into the kitchen, leaving the two of them alone.
Morrigan sat down in an armchair, studying him closely.
Tyler nodded a little and sat down, a little intimidated by her studying him.
Behave. Morrigan snorted inwardly. As if.
“Right,” she started, “I’m going to be straightforward with you. You mean a lot to Macha. You left to protect her. You have.. memory issues. Etcetera. I know her well enough by now to know that she would not let you back if you were an asshole who abandoned her. I also know her well enough to recognize when she’s hopelessly in love. So for the love of God or whatever you believe in, don’t waste or throw away that love. Don’t you dare.”
It was clear by now that the two girls were extremely close, and that Morrigan regarded Macha as something of a sister who needed to be protected.
(I love her)
“I would never. She means the world to me. And thank you for..uh..everything.” He replied, not meeting her eyes.