(Haha gottem)
Lochlin yelped and jumped to his feet, holding a hand to his face as blood slowly dripped from his noise. He used his other hand to wrap around Morrigan’s neck, his fingernails digging into her skin. “Don’t touch me again.” He spat, face to face with her.
(Lmao)
Morrigan reacted immediately, ignoring the voices in her head that had suddenly risen to a deafening crescendo. Without missing a beat, she drove her foot repeatedly between Lochlin’s legs until he let her go, then grabbed his arm and shoved him away.
Lochlin let out a short laugh. He was on the ground now, legs spread out in front of him. "That all you got?" He asked, his hand still pressed to his bleeding nose.
Morrigan turned, snatched up her book from the floor, and walked into the kitchen without looking back. The moment her face was angled away from his, her enraged expression melted into one of panic and fear. His hands around her neck….. They’d felt just like her father’s.
Lochlin sighed and flopped onto his back, pinching the bridge of his nose to stop the bleeding. He considered leaving, to put them out of their misery, but he didn't have anywhere else to go at the moment.
Morrigan pulled herself up on the counter and crossed her legs, reopening her book in her lap. Breathe.. she told herself, You’re safe. Breathe..
Safe is worthless word. Lochlin thought to himself. Nobody's really ever safe, anywhere. I could leave here, get a job somewhere maybe, if someone's willing to hire a shape shifting murderer. I'd probably just get arrested again..
(Skip or stay?)
(it's up to you. I'm kind of brain dead right now, sorry)
(Dw about it, and same here. Should we do a Macha/Lochlin?)
(Yeah that works, should Tyler be there, or no?)
(Up to you! I was thinking that maybe Macha gets angry because she made Morrigan tell her about what happened?)
(Yeah that sounds good. Tyler will just be……doing……stuff………………..other places)
(Lol
Sleeping? Reading?)
(yeah he'll just..not be there..oof)
Oof
Want me to start?)
(yes please, I have to go to band)
(Alright, have fun!)
“Lochlin McLain!” Macha stormed into the living room, a blaze of fury and frustration.
"Hi Macha. Something I can do for you?" He asked calmly, looking up from the floor.
“Yeah,” she growled, crossing her arms. “Leave my friend the fuck alone.”
"I was just making conversation." Lochlin grinned wickedly, "What's so bad about that?"
“I’m not going to explain it to you,” she said through gritted teeth, “Because you know exactly what you did. Do that one more time and I won’t hesitate to either call the police on you, or kick you out onto the streets.”
"Sounds like fun, but I'll try and restrain myself." Lochlin replied.
Macha folded her arms. “You’d better. No provoking Morrigan. No physically touching Morrigan.”
“For the record, she hit me first.” Lochlin pointed out.
“I would have hit you, too,” she muttered, lifting a hand to run through her hair.
“I’m sure you would have.” Lochlin replied, sounding uninterested.
"Why?" she asked after a moment. "You could probably see she was distressed. Why continue?"
(I don’t really want to like…change Lochlin, and I’m not completely sure how you usually write with him….?)
(honestly idrc what you do w him, if you change something major I'll let you know. He feels inferior a lot so he twists people to make it seem like he's in control for once in his life. He's got a lot of pent up anger)
