Post by Morrison Whelan on Apr 10, 2011 19:11:00 GMT -7
While Morrison felt incredibly guilty for causing Lexine even more grief that previous night, there was part of him that was glad for it. She had finally opened up to him in a way that she hadn’t at the hospital, and had gotten past her initial hatred of him by actually hugging him. Despite the wall that she still kept up, the one that told him to leave her the hell alone, he knew for sure that she saw him as more than just some disgusting creature. He wasn’t a friend, but a… Well, he wasn’t at all sure what that other thing would be.
She must not have forgotten about his being a disgusting monster because at his mentioning her wound, she looked down into her hand. When she looked back up to him, there was a slightly defiant look in her eyes, but it soon faded and she waltzed on out of the room. He watched her go, wondering if she was leaving to just get away from him, or maybe ask the doctor for a bandage. Thinking that the latter was more likely, since she seemed to hate the other man more than the wolf, he stood in place, resting his hands behind him to grab the edge of the counter as he just stared at the wall. After a while, she did come back, white gauze in hand.
He gazed at her silently as she wrapped her hand up, and smiled a little to himself, amused by how skilled she was at it. Though he should have supposed that she would be, considering all of those scars she had all over her body.
It was only a few moments after Lexi had finished patching herself up when the doctor walked into the room. Morrison turned his eyes to the man expectantly, trying his best to keep from feeling bitter toward him; he was a stranger, not worth the effort. "He is awake and fine," The wolf smiled a bit and glanced down at the girl, though she didn’t look terribly happy about this. Though that might just be from having to stand the company of this other bastard human… That same human said something about a bill then that he had to leave and before anyone could even wish him a good day, not that they’d want to, he was out of the room.
Not caring at all about the man’s curtness, actually glad that he had left now, Morrison could follow after Mercy as she moved to the sitting room without any hard feelings. Giving the two some space, he stood back from the doorway, watching them quietly, hands tucked into his pockets. He was immensely glad the Timothy was alright now, he didn’t know what the girl would do if he had gotten sick. And he was even recovering faster than he’d thought, the man’s voice being rather strong as he replied to the girl’s inquiry about tea.
Lexi now stood and the wolf moved slightly out of her way as she walked past him and back into the kitchen. He moved a little ways into the doorway and gazed at her. After a short while, he assumed she was just ignoring him and so he turned to leave her, when she finally acknowledged him.
"You really don't need to stay."
Morrison looked at her for a moment and then nodded shortly, a soft smile on his lips. “I suppose I should leave you two alone,” he said with a sigh. “I hope today turns out better than yesterday did.” He nodded to her again then turned to walk away. In the front room, he stopped by Father Timothy and stooped slightly. “It was nice meeting you again, sir,” he said, holding out his hand for the man to shake. “I hope you get your strength back soon.” With that said, he stood straight and grabbed up his flowers he’d left on the couch before leaving the house. Outside, he paused wondering what to do. He glanced over at his car that he could see across the street from there, then looked down at the flowers in his hand. With a sigh, he started back into the graveyard, supposing that it would be best if he dropped off the flowers for Meadhbh instead of letting them rot in the trash.
She must not have forgotten about his being a disgusting monster because at his mentioning her wound, she looked down into her hand. When she looked back up to him, there was a slightly defiant look in her eyes, but it soon faded and she waltzed on out of the room. He watched her go, wondering if she was leaving to just get away from him, or maybe ask the doctor for a bandage. Thinking that the latter was more likely, since she seemed to hate the other man more than the wolf, he stood in place, resting his hands behind him to grab the edge of the counter as he just stared at the wall. After a while, she did come back, white gauze in hand.
He gazed at her silently as she wrapped her hand up, and smiled a little to himself, amused by how skilled she was at it. Though he should have supposed that she would be, considering all of those scars she had all over her body.
It was only a few moments after Lexi had finished patching herself up when the doctor walked into the room. Morrison turned his eyes to the man expectantly, trying his best to keep from feeling bitter toward him; he was a stranger, not worth the effort. "He is awake and fine," The wolf smiled a bit and glanced down at the girl, though she didn’t look terribly happy about this. Though that might just be from having to stand the company of this other bastard human… That same human said something about a bill then that he had to leave and before anyone could even wish him a good day, not that they’d want to, he was out of the room.
Not caring at all about the man’s curtness, actually glad that he had left now, Morrison could follow after Mercy as she moved to the sitting room without any hard feelings. Giving the two some space, he stood back from the doorway, watching them quietly, hands tucked into his pockets. He was immensely glad the Timothy was alright now, he didn’t know what the girl would do if he had gotten sick. And he was even recovering faster than he’d thought, the man’s voice being rather strong as he replied to the girl’s inquiry about tea.
Lexi now stood and the wolf moved slightly out of her way as she walked past him and back into the kitchen. He moved a little ways into the doorway and gazed at her. After a short while, he assumed she was just ignoring him and so he turned to leave her, when she finally acknowledged him.
"You really don't need to stay."
Morrison looked at her for a moment and then nodded shortly, a soft smile on his lips. “I suppose I should leave you two alone,” he said with a sigh. “I hope today turns out better than yesterday did.” He nodded to her again then turned to walk away. In the front room, he stopped by Father Timothy and stooped slightly. “It was nice meeting you again, sir,” he said, holding out his hand for the man to shake. “I hope you get your strength back soon.” With that said, he stood straight and grabbed up his flowers he’d left on the couch before leaving the house. Outside, he paused wondering what to do. He glanced over at his car that he could see across the street from there, then looked down at the flowers in his hand. With a sigh, he started back into the graveyard, supposing that it would be best if he dropped off the flowers for Meadhbh instead of letting them rot in the trash.
