chandelier;

Coralius "Cora" Morgenson.  

[cora-morgenson]

“That means much coming from you.” He replied, smiling and looking at her finger. After he heard her critics about - what he tought STUNNING  -the impersonation, Tristan looked in her eyes. “I think I am the best at impersonating so don’t you dare say I did it wrong.” He saw the bracelet on her hand and he stared to play with it, he always used to get nervous around Cora maybe just because he admired her as a role model. “I hope you know, I’ll nevet let you go again without telling me. I always wanna know if you are safe because you’re risking your life way too much.” Tristan sighed as he put his hand on her back. “ You know I could never get tired of you.”  He bought another drink and offered it to Cora. “I don’t wanna get you drunk but I have to cheer for the fact that you’re back home.” Tristan smiled and then he kissed her on the forehead.

[cora-morgenson]

Maybe, one of the reasons that Cora ran could have been Tristan. She wasn't used to having a soul to care about her, and yet, Tristan had been there from the minute she had arrived in Eastland Grove all those years ago. The man had seen her at her worst, and her best, and that tended to scare her. "I think," she hummed, arching an eyebrow in his direction. "Your impersonations need a little work, Tris." Her eyes moved to watch where the man was playing with the bracelet and felt something twist in her stomach. Was he nervous? She couldn't tell exactly, but she knew that with his words she definitely was. "You should come with me next time." She said, brushing off the sentiments. "Who knows, you might love the adrenaline rush as much as I do." Feeling his hand on her back, she tilted her head to smile softly at him. "See? This is why I keep you around." Leaning into the kiss on her forehead, her eyes fluttered shut for a moment, warmth filling her for a second before she looked back at him, reaching for the drink. "Are you sure? I think you're just trying to get me drunk." She teased.

[promiscuousandroshchuk]

“It’s good for the soul. On the other hand, I’m extremely uncertain when it comes to playing the piano. Thank you, that’s very sweet of you. But I’m pretty sure God’s got nothing to do with it.”

[cora-morgenson]

"Is it? I wouldn't know. But anything that's good for the sould is okay in my books. The piano? Well, fortunately, that doesn't tend to be a skill needed for survival. Though, you might have been able to get a 14th girl in your bed with it. You know me-- just looking out for everyone in town. Wishing them the best, and all."

[tatetylers-blog-blog]

“Which I find a little stupid.” He glanced at her and checked her drink. “Want more of that?”

[cora-morgenson]

Cora looked down at her empty glass and gave him a smile. "That'd be great, yeah." She hummed, before letting out ashort laugh. "It is stupid. Life would be so much easier if people stopped letting every little thing get to them. There's no use on wasteing time with negative emotions."

[promiscuousandroshchuk]

“I usually prefer god, but we can go with master.”

[cora-morgenson]

"Your confidence is quite overwhelming-- has anybody evr told you this? Well, either way. Good luck with your 13 women-- god only knows how you handle that many at once."

[tatetylers-blog-blog]

“Really, for that petty reason?” He shook his head in disbelief.

[cora-morgenson]

"People can be very touchy." She chuckled.

[ggfdgergefgdfg-deactivated20161]

“Good thing I tend to measure myself with my own scales then. Honestly, love, I don’t care what your opinion is on anything.” He returned her look of annoyance with one of his own. “And you should get your eyes checked, because I wasn’t staring at you. Why would I? You’re not particularly pretty or anything. Just average, and not someone who I’d consider stare-worthy. Perhaps instead of jumping to accusations, you should just keep to yourself. It’s quite a simple concept.”

[cora-morgenson]

Cora listened to the mans words, and amused smile plastered on her face. "Honestly, love." She began, only subtly mocking him. "I don't care what you opinion is on anything, either. As a matter of fact, people tend to find me quite enticing-- I'm just sorry you can't see that. Ever thought getting glasses? It might help the blurred vision. Though, I could say the same for you-- the whole 'semi-homeless-scruff' really isn't working for you, love." She said, giving him a playful wink as she tipped her glass back and finished her drink, the liquid only edging her on. "There's no fun in keeping to yourself though, is there? I wouldn't be able to meet such a pleasant creature as yourself if I did so." She said, a dry laugh escaping her lips as she signaled the bartender for another drink.

[tatetylers-blog-blog]

He looks down on his, “Hmm. But I don’t think they would harm me for that, unless they’re that violent. Anyway, you’ve got a point.”

[cora-morgenson]

"You'd be surprised." She chuckled, glancing back over at him. "I once got thrown up against the wall for accidentally looking in the wrong direction. Of course, it wasn't here in Eastland, but still."

[ggfdgergefgdfg-deactivated20161]

“My attitude is fine, thanks. I think you’ll find a lot of people get a bit annoyed when you snap at them for doing something they didn’t do,” he said, anger flaring up in him for just a moment as she rolled her eyes, but he forced himself to push it down.

[cora-morgenson]

Maybe Cora shouldn't test how far she could push the man, but that wasn't like her. She was impulsive and daring and it almost never worked out in her favour. Yet, it didn't stop her. "Your definition of fine, and my definition of fine are obviously on two different scales." She hummed, giving him an annoyed look. "And you, sir, will find a lot of people get annoyed when they're stared at in public. It's quite a simple concept."

[cora-morgenson]

“I’m sorry for the inconvenience, little granny. I said it better this time? At least I tried.” Tristan chuckled waiting for her reaction. It’s a true fact that he was much younger than her but he didn’t think that an age gap can ruin some innocent jokes or an old friendship. “I don’t want to ask what you did in Turkey ‘cause I’m sure I’l receive an answer that sounds like: What happens in Turkey, remains in Turkey.” He tried to impersonate her with some funny hand gestures and a girly voice. “Don’t change your opinion about me, I’m the same Tristan.” He smiled, looking at her. “I really missed you, terrific witch.” 

[cora-morgenson]

"I applaud you for your valiant effort." She said, her finger tracing around the rim of her glass. Cora tended to run-- and everyone who knew her, knew that. She could drop everything in an instance and fly across the world without telling a soul-- that was just how she was. "First thing, I do not sound like that in the slightest, Tris." She said, giving him a playful glare before she rested her elbow on the table, looking over at him. "Second; I'll tell you one day, of course. Though-- if you knew the sort of trouble I got into you'd probably never let your little witch out of your sight." She said, giving him a ond smile as she finished her drink. "My opinion of you could never change; don't you worry your soul one bit." Cora promised; if there was one person she could trust it would be Tristan, and truth be told, she did miss him while she was gone-- though he's never give him the satisfaction of knowing how much exactly. At his comment, she looked up, giving him a soft sincere smile. "I missed you too, magic man." She hummed, reaching over to squeeze his hand gently before pulling it away. "I'll be here for a while though, so you'll be sick of me soon."

[tatetylers-blog-blog]

“Staring into space, yes.” He says and tilts his head a bit, “I guess it’s rude for staring into space and not you.”

[cora-morgenson]

Cora finally turned her head to look at the man, hand dropping to pick up her glass and take a sip. "You really should watch where your eyes land when you're staring into space, then." She hummed, crossing her legs. "I'm virtually harmless when I want to be--- but I can't say the same for others."

[promiscuousandroshchuk]

“There are thirteen beautiful girls waiting for me in my bedroom, so either get in or get out.”

[cora-morgenson]

"13? Jesus, what are you? Some kind of sex master?"

[this-isthepayback]

  Tristan sighed as he heard her talking. “Then, I’ll do my duty when you’ll need me, little witch.” He smiled, looking at the already empty glas in his hand. “As I remember, you loved dangerous things. I’m pretty sure that’s why you moved in Turkey.” Tristan let a moment of silence before speaking again. “I don’t think I’m changed at all. I’m still drinking my scotch at this bar. Just like in the good old days.”

[cora-morgenson]

"Little witch?" She said, smiling at the familiar nick name. "Need I remind you that I am technically older than you-- by about 350 years, kid." She teased, voice just above a whisper incase any human might be listening. It was true she lived that long, but still, she was very much in her early 20's. "I needed a little excitement in my life." She commented. "Turkey had just enough-- though, it was almost two much. Nearly got myself beheaded at one point. I figured it was time to come home." Cora brought her eyes down to the empty glass of scotch in Tristan's hand, then back up at the familiar face. "You just seem--- more brooding then you were before. Nothing wrong with that, though. Of course. I'm all about the brooding. You know me-- dark and twisty."

[this-isthepayback]

Tristan laughed a little. “I’m so tactless. I spoiled your little secret.” He winked playfully as he ordered another drink. “Well, I was staring at you for a while. You look changed, I don’t know. At first I tought it’s your hair.”

[cora-morgenson]

Cora rolled her eyes fondly, her legs crossed as she turned to face him. "Well, then I guess you owe me, then. For spoiling my secret." She commented, taking another sip o her drink, letting the liquid burn through her blood for a moment. "Were you? I'm sorry I only just noticed." She smiled, looking over at him. "Changed? Well, a few years in Turkey can change a person-- not the safest place, let me tell you. Though, Tristan, you don't look all that much the same since the last time I saw you."

[ggfdgergefgdfg-deactivated20161]

“Maybe you should get your feelings checked,” he told her, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. “Is it? Good thing I’m not lying, then.”

[cora-morgenson]

"My feelings are just fine. I can't say the same for your attitude, though." She said, clearly rolling her eyes-- never being a person to hold back on how she feels.

[cora-morgenson]

Tristan grinned when he heard her words. “You’re saying it like you don’t like to be the center of attention.” He took a sip from his glas and continued to stare at her. “Did you do something to your hair?”

[cora-morgenson]

Cora glanced over at him, giving him a laugh and a raise of an eyebrow. "You caught me." She hummed, sipping from her own drink. "I do like being the centre of attention, though the staring is a little off-putting." She mused, bringing a hand up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "Sine when do you notice if I've changed my hair?"

[parkhyvk-blog]

“Oh, thank God… where did you find her?”

[cora-morgenson]

"She was just wanderin' down the street." Cora said, holding out the leash for the man. "Sweetest thing, really. But you should probably keep a better eye on her. Almost wanted to keep her for myself." She chuckled.

[ggfdgergefgdfg-deactivated20161]

Jack snorted. “I’m not staring at you, sweetheart – what would reason would I have to do that?”

[cora-morgenson]

Cora looked up, finally directing her attention to the man. "I could feel your eyes on me." She said, nonchalantly. "Lying is also very impolite, by the way."