Dian Morey M.D.

@dian-morey

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Emergency Contact || Sebian

sebastian-morey

Sebastian hesitated for likely the very same thought he was sure crossed his brother's mind. While the immediate answer that popped into his head was simply; home, Sebastian was more than aware that to go home would mean to step straight into the parents. Parents, who very well might just be staying up or waiting to hear the sound of that front door open just to make sure that everyone who was meant to come home that evening did.

It wouldn't take much to alert them to something being very, very wrong if they did go home.

At the same time... Sebastian felt such a sharp stab of pain with every shallow inhale he managed, making him wonder if either of those options were ones he was actually able to take.

"...I-.. I don't know." The younger man admitted with a short stumble, his fingers tightening into Dian's arm as he bit down on another Italian curse. His free hand rested on the seat of Dian's vehicle the second it was opened to him - but he made absolutely no motion to sit down, instead staring intently inside the cab with a fixed twist of pain across his features.

The mere idea of pulling himself into the vehicle felt like a nightmare, if he were honest - and given he still didn't know what he wanted his destination to be, there was little motivation to be quick about it.

Well.

Actually there was one very pressing motivational factor - one that written clear across his features and in the way his chest rose and fell in quick, short succession as his hand moved back to his side, shakily patting at his pocket with an unsettling disappointment as he realized his inhaler was probably long gone.

"....Di.." The nickname slipped from his lips as Sebastian swallowed uneasily. "...I-.. I can't breathe."

@dian-morey

As the eldest, Dian functioned as a spare appendage to the parentals. A supplemental care, especially when the need would worry the real carers. Dian made the executive decision to drive home. He'd tell Mama Sebastian was staying with him in some drunken stupor. A lie that would be acidic to tell, but sweeter than the truth.

His little brother felt so light in his arm as he ushered him to the passenger seat. He couldn't remember a time any of them felt so small and weak. Dian took care to be gentle on the delicate bones and bruises.

"Shit-- Sit." Dian heard the heart racing and the lungs choking right before Seb said anything.

With the younger tensed in the seat, Dian pulled the side lever and shoved it towards the back. He reached over his brother, one arm still out to hold onto, and popped the glove compartment open.

He should still have it... expired, for sure, but he never threw it away... Just in case.

"Here, better than nothing." He offered the inhaler, stowed away amongst the car manuals and bills for years, to a much older version of Sebastian Morey than the one he got it for. "Keep it. I'll get us home, will you be okay?"

@sebastian-morey

#sebian #i am actually so emo about them #emergency contact

belladonna-wright

High Noon In The Woods - Jianseye

belladonna-wright

[Outfit]

Jessie's perfectly manicured fingernails rattled on the surface of the kitchen island as she waited for what felt like forever, trying to resist the urge to check her watch. She could see the oven's clock blinking out of the corner of her eye in any case.

It didn't matter. They had all the time in the world for this to happen, except for the fact it was happening today. Now. After months of slowly building towards it, ensuring that everyone involved felt comfortable enough, it was time to make the proper introduction. Dian needed to meet Bullseye; and the timing was everything. She had told Dian slightly earlier than she had told Billy, not wanting Dian to feel that the two old friends were somehow waiting for him. Let them both come here, to neutral ground they knew well enough, somewhere safe and private in her home, and let Dian come first so he could not feel ganged up on.

She had agonised over this, and now the waiting was agonising for her.

Finally, she heard a knock at the door, and closed her eyes for a moment in relief, before she went to answer it. "Dian! Come in," she smiled brightly as she opened the door, as if this was just another tea party or something. "Make yourself at home, ok? You know where everything is."

@dian-morey @bullseye-stoddard

Timing was paramount to something like this. Something akin to introducing your new cat to one that had run away years ago and mysteriously showed back up at your door. Dian tried not to think of Bullseye as a stray cat.

That was step one of making this work.

The other step was separating what was going on in the rest of his life to this. Gem. Gone with the wind in a very unromantic sense. Quite frankly, Dian was sick over it. Jessie could tell, but no one brought it up.

This was just another thing to pretend to be level headed about. Still, Jessie’s experience in life did make him more at ease. He told her, and himself, that if she trusted this other vampire… then he could too.

“I do, but thanks anyway.”

He paused after breaking the threshold, “When is he expected?”

@bullseye-stoddard @belladonna-wright

#jian #jianseye #high noon in the woods

trackedbymaximus

One More Try || Dimus

trackedbymaximus

Agent Hughes looked grim as they started up the path towards Dian's home. He had been the most difficult of the brothers to pin down, which had only increased the Agent's insistence that Dian knew something and was avoiding them. Trying to remind him that Dian was a doctor which meant he was less available didn't seem to make an impact.

Maximus doubted they would learn any more here than they had with the previous interviews, but he knew they had to try. Perhaps they would get lucky.

At the last moment, the Agent stepped aside and let Maximus knock at the door. When Dian opened it, he nodded. "Do you have a moment? We'd like to ask you a few questions."

@dian-morey

The cops were swarming the Moreys like ants and a glob of crime riddled honey. Dian did his best to make himself scarce even while taking time away from work to best support his family. Gem left an awful mess to juggle.

He kept his face neutral, but his cheek found its way between his teeth as he suppressed his distaste for the officers. "I've got one moment... Make it quick, I have somewhere to be."

The first lie. Of many, most likely. He could find somewhere to be if he wanted to lose them. Work or Mama. Both needed him a lot more now than last week.

@trackedbymaximus

#one more try #dimus

Emergency Contact || Sebian

Dian's fingernails pressed half moons into the leather of his steering wheel. The grooves were worn in and his worry fit into them like it had every time Gem had called him for help.

Picking Sebastian up was a foreign concept, but he was grateful to know that even after everything his brother knew he could be counted on. He left the hospital in a rush to pull into the side parking lot of the Court of Miracles. Seb leaned against the stone building and if Dian couldn't smell the coppery blood from the car, he would have assumed he just left the club for a smoke.

Appearing by his brother's side, "What happened, Seb? Can you walk?"

Worry was apparent in his voice, but how could he be expected to not worry? Some club owner called him personally to tell him his brother was a battered mess in an alleyway. If it were Gem, it would make more sense in Dian's head. Seb was... argumentative, but clever enough to avoid a punch. A million thoughts and rationalizations ran through the vampire's head. Instead of bombarding Seb with those questions, he offered him his arm and attempted to get him to the car.

@sebastian-morey

sebastian-morey

By whatever miracle - he'd managed to convince Sykes to call his brother, rather than an ambulance or police. Though given the guy's track record, he had the feeling that might've been an easier job than it would have with anyone else. It was the time between that call and his brother arriving that had felt like centuries however.

Even if he'd managed to pull himself up, and even with the wall as his stiff support, he still felt completely unsteady and quite frankly - just far too out of it.

Something that was probably evident in the way he reacted to Dian's appearance like he'd warped out of thin air, his brows furrowing deeply as he shifted his weight a bit with a wince. "...boh." The uncertain Italian slang slipped from his lips like more of a grimace as he gripped his brother's arm tightly, and tried to step towards his car. It felt like every movement shot up his spine, the tension from every hit nearly burning anew with the movement, matching with the suffocating weight on his chest, making it hard to draw in a breath.

It was hard to even feign any sense of remaining stoic as he cursed quietly, tightening his grip on his brother - either for support or for comfort. Perhaps both.

"...I was just-..going home. At least two--..three people just-.." He trailed off with an shake of his head. I didn't do anything went unsaid.

@dian-morey

With every step, Dian could tell the pain was excruciating for Sebastian. He didn’t need to be an empath to feel his teeth on edge with each of Seb’s hisses. He took on more of his brother’s weight.

Normally, he’d pray for the vampire’s strength to not spread to him, that he couldn’t get decked like he had been before… But now, Dian wondered if the magical allergies could be of use. Vampires did heal faster, after all.

With a quick look to Seb, the healing powers were not catching. “I know, I know,” he assured the silent implication. There was no seeking blame here. He didn’t do it with Gem and he certainly wouldn’t hold it to Seb. “Let’s get you home. Yours or mine?”

Mama and Papa would fall apart seeing this. The choice of comfort was for Sebastian to make. Still, he guided him to the passenger seat.

@sebastian-morey

#sebian #emergency contact

Emergency Contact || Sebian

Dian's fingernails pressed half moons into the leather of his steering wheel. The grooves were worn in and his worry fit into them like it had every time Gem had called him for help.

Picking Sebastian up was a foreign concept, but he was grateful to know that even after everything his brother knew he could be counted on. He left the hospital in a rush to pull into the side parking lot of the Court of Miracles. Seb leaned against the stone building and if Dian couldn't smell the coppery blood from the car, he would have assumed he just left the club for a smoke.

Appearing by his brother's side, "What happened, Seb? Can you walk?"

Worry was apparent in his voice, but how could he be expected to not worry? Some club owner called him personally to tell him his brother was a battered mess in an alleyway. If it were Gem, it would make more sense in Dian's head. Seb was... argumentative, but clever enough to avoid a punch. A million thoughts and rationalizations ran through the vampire's head. Instead of bombarding Seb with those questions, he offered him his arm and attempted to get him to the car.

@sebastian-morey

#sebian #emergency contact #i am sure they have a better ship name but i am dead and cannot think lol

Emergency Contact || Sebian

Childishly Fresh Eyes || Devian

Oh jeez. Was something wrong with their brain? They had to admit, they were always a little scatter-brained, but was it really worse than normal? Paradoxically, the more they tried to search for an answer, the more elusive it became, until they forgot that they were even looking for something at all.

So, they merely shook their head. "Not that I can remember," they signed. "I haven't been sleeping as much lately, but that's because we're working on a really big project that's taking up so much time. Really hard to sleep when the brain is always going, right?" They offered.

If anything, they had too much on their mind recently. Sure, it was all fictional, but that was fine, wasn't it? It wasn't like there was much going on in their reality.

@dian-morey

Dev was always special... but could a lack of sleep account for the crossed wires in their brain? Dian was categorically searching for an answer, running through every file he had stored away in his own brain.

"Hm. How much sleep have you been losing? About how many hours do you get now?"

Dian supposed if the brain didn't get any time to store the information taken in throughout the day then the memory could be affected. But that would make the recent memories fuzzy and days go by in a blur, not the old ones. His brothers wouldn't just vanish from their life.

@devyn-morey

#childishly fresh eyes #devian

Childishly Fresh Eyes || Devian

Devyn smiled wide when the doctor returned with sign. Oh, that was really great, and they could tell from the speed and ease he used it that he was fluent too! It was always nice to meet someone they could communicate with properly. And it was nice that the hospital was being so accommodating, sending someone like that.

They nodded. "Okay Dr. Dian," they signed in return. The question gave them pause. Had they seen this man at events around town? Was he a regular in the yearly plays? It was hard to put their finger on it.

"You're my doctor, right?" They finally offered, not sure what else to give. They were sure the man would fill in the blanks.

But they followed instructions well enough, looking where needed. Their eyes were bright, but unusually empty, as if having a hard time focusing on anything on said wall.

@dian-morey

Dian frowned at the completely normal pupil responses. Devyn's big brown eyes were just as wide, but there was a lack of connection in them. Still, nothing to prove a trauma. No concussion caused the amnesia.

He sighed and signed as he kicked back his rolling stool, "Yes. I'm just testing your brain to make sure it's okay. Have you fallen or run into something lately? Even if you don't think it was too hard, have you hit your head?"

It was hard to be so placid and clinical with his youngest brother. He wanted to be a worried elder brother, but with this amnesia and Dev not even knowing who he was... Dian didn't want to stress them out more. Not that Dev seemed stressed in the slightest...

@devyn-morey

#childishly fresh eyes #devian

NAME: Dr. Dian Morey HOMETOWN: La Ciudad de Rosas OCCUPATION: Doctor YOUR WISH: to be able to give the best care to all of his patients WHAT YOU GAVE UP: his attention outside of a procedure YOUR UNINTENDED CONSEQUENCE: he is now singularly focused and can only work on one issue at a time… LOYALIST/REBEL/OTHER: Other, he has his own problems to deal with over the Kingdom’s BIOGRAPHY:

Wished to give the best care to all his patients, but care had nothing to do with solutions.

Dian Morey was the eldest to a pair of saints. His parents opened a place for all to come to and find a warm seat and a hot meal. They taught him how to care about others. He respected them and all the children they took in, all the people that came to know them as Mama and Papa. However, his interest lay more with the medical than with cooking or crafting. Dian wanted to care for people in a different way. So he studied under an apothecary and a mortician. He learned how to treat the people of Ciudad de Rosas of their ills while his parents treated their hearts.

His heart is what ultimately needed treatment when he met Jessica, though. She was not well and it drove him mad. His chest ached and he was reading until his mind was weary to try and cure her of this affliction. How could someone so special be made to suffer like this? With his promise to cure her, he spent many a night in the Forest of Selva looking for rarer plants with properties unlike any other. It was unfortunate that his wish counted plucking delicate petals as a procedure… a vampire attacked him and Dian didn’t get away with his life. He was forever changed, but his love for Jessica hadn’t. Curing the love of his life would simply need to be a nighttime activity now.

Childishly Fresh Eyes || Devian

Devyn didn't remember making a doctor's appointment.

Maybe Sid had done it, or one of the Magnifiques? They had a hard time focusing on anything that wasn't the project recently. It was also affecting their sleep, so that was probably why their friends would be worried about them. They wanted to reassure everyone they were fine, but they were already here so why not?

They sat on the little table where the nurse had left them, kicking their feet slightly. The paper crinkled and squeaked beneath them, similarly to how it might have when they'd come here as a child.

Did they come here as a child?

D d he c me er as c il ?

The door opened and the doctor stepped in. He was an older man, tall, very handsome. There was something about his face that gave Devyn pause, until it was obscured by an empty mist formed by their powers. They frowned a little and tried to concentrate to pull it all together. They didn't know if the doctor knew sign, so the thought bubble read.

"Hello! Thanks for seeing me, Doctor," A brief pause as they went to read the nametag, "Morey!"

Why did that name make their head hurt?

@dian-morey

Something was seriously wrong.

Devyn could be absent minded, they could be... dopey. But their recent behavior lit up red alarms in every swish of ink on Dian's medical degree. The cognitive decline was sharp and cut him like a knife. Not just the fear that his brother was ill, but that he was forgetting him...

He frowned deeply, marring that handsome face of his with wrinkles of worry. It was like Dev had no idea who he was, no idea that he was practically a third parent, or that he had been the one to teach them sign... He moved his hands with purpose, "Devyn, I'm going to check your head, okay? And please, call me Dian. Do you know who I am?"

Did they even know who they were? Seemingly they had no recognition for their own last name.

Dian sat on a swivel stool and slid over to the table Dev sat on so patiently. As confused as they were, they were always an easy patient. He took a good look in their eyes before taking the light to them. "Keep your eyes open and stare at the back wall," he signed.

@devyn-morey

#childishly fresh eyes #devian

Unsolicited Uncle Advice || Dem

So many things had turned upside down in the Morey household lately. One of the bigger updates was the future member of the family rapidly approaching.

Dian was a bit ashamed of how he nagged Gem. Only a little. He could be an overwhelmed father to be AND still a bit of an arse. But the initial anger faded pretty quickly and now all Dian wanted to do was educate his brother on baby things. It was, in fact, in his job description.

"Hey, Gemmy." He perched on the edge of Mama's worn but comfy sofa as his younger brother entered the living space. "Mama just went to Moon Market for some bits and bobs for tea later. If that's who you were looking for."

It was only coincidence that he could trap Gem like this, but Dian knew he had to lead the horse to water before he could make him drink... or however that saying goes. "So… have you and Snow talked about names yet?"

Knowing Gem, he'd tell him to piss off for being nosy. But Dian hoped it could open the door.

@gem-morey

#unsolicited uncle advice #dem

Unsolicited Uncle Advice || Dem

New Blood || Dr. Death

lady-snow-flower

Snow had yet another appointment with Dian to -- what else? -- deliver his blood supply. It was business as usual at the Hauntley even if Snow was pregnant.

So far, that was the funniest thing about being pregnant. Her day-to-day had not changed. She had reservations to tend to, emails to answer, guests to serve. She still met with Bones to talk about the weekly menu and met with Wolf for security checks and updates. Gem and Snow had not stopped their dinner date out every week, even if Gem stayed over more and their conversations had started to incorporate baby-related topics.

And she still brewed blood from old bones! Vampires had to eat too.

She wondered if this appointment might be different though. So far... only Elli had reached out to Snow with a kind word. She'd not heard from the other Moreys. She knew there had been...drama from how the brothers found out. She worried about it but secretly, not wanting to fret too much and stress out Gem even more.

She wondered if they were judging her though.

If they were unhappy. Disappointed, even, in Gem's choice in a partner.

She supposed she'd find out how Dian felt today. Well, unless he lied to her face (possible).

She smiled at his kind words but her heart still beat nervously. "Oh, thank you! I know, it's kind of-- it's unexpected. But exciting!"

@dian-morey

Dian didn't miss the flutter in her chest when she spoke. He felt guilty having reacted the way he did in a text chain with Gem. Did he tell her about the general upset at the news? Wouldn't it be cruel to? Dian supposed if they three all knew the vampire and necromancer secrets, then it was a safe bet that Gem would share reactions to the news. If he didn't, the Moreys' silence on the matter would tell her everything.

He didn't want to be angry with her, he had no real reason to be.

So he just smiled, "The best things in life are usually surprises." That was a white lie he told to make her feel better. Dian hated surprises, unexpected anything put him on edge.

The vampire went and settled into the same chair he always picked, the one furthest from the window. "You know, among other things, I am an OBGYN. I mainly do surgery, but if you had any questions or concerns you can call me. I've stitched up just about everyone in the family pro bono more times than I can count and since you're family now I can offer you the same discount."

@lady-snow-flower

#dr death #new blood

New Blood || Dr. Death

Getting human blood from an ethical necromancer had become routine for Dian, despite the oxymoronic sound of it all. He half wondered if he could ask for a family discount now with Snow Song carrying his future niece or nephew. Too soon to tell.

Dian kept his visits to the Hauntley quick and quiet, ducking his head as he passed the threshold and into the room he and Snow first discussed her methods of keeping him on the straight and narrow. The library was private and tucked away as snugly as each of the books on the shelves. The vampire closed the door behind him as he usually did.

"Hey, thanks for meeting me again." He always said this. "I also wanted to give my congrats in person. So... congrats. The Morey family expands," Dian added in jest.

He wanted to make light of the situation that he wasn't quite sure was a pleasant one for his brother. He couldn't read Snow, though. He just hoped, despite the necromancy, she would be a good influence in his brother's life. Maybe the cuts and stitches would heal and never reopen. A baby, a responsibility to something so helpless, could scare Gem straight. And a kindhearted woman to call home.

@lady-snow-flower

#new blood #dr death

New Blood || Dr. Death

santa--mozzarella

Tonight's the night || Leopard Seal

santa--mozzarella

Giulia looked up when Dian's hand settled, ever so gently, on her back. She might've said something encouraging, but the night was still young - she didn't want to come on too strong. Not yet, anyway.

"Such a gentleman," She grinned, though it was nice. Of course Giulia didn't really expect the man to pay on a date - especially because she went on her fair share of dates with women, too, so who was expected to pay then? Seemed only fair that she be ready to spend some money, regardless of who she was going out with. But it was still kind, and a little bit of a relief, for someone who definitely wasn't earning doctor-level money. "But, if you're sure you don't mind... I'll take you up on that."

At the bar she leaned forward, resting her elbows on it to speak to the bartender. "Two amarettor sours, please." She asked, leaning back once she ahd disappeared to make their drinks. "How have you been?" She asked. "Busy with work, I'm guessing, if Grey's Anatomy is to be believed."

@dian-morey

Phew, he was glad that went over well. And she ordered a drink with minimal mixers which was perfect to preserve the flavor he could taste. Cocktails swimming in juice too often went down like tar for the vampire, no spoonfuls of sugar could help that.

Dian couldn't help but laugh, "Busy, yes but work is not like Grey's Anatomy! Honestly though, it might be fun to see Dr. Brunner's ex wife show up to nag him about sleeping with the nurses..."

It was no secret that Dr. Morey and Dr. Brunner did not see eye to eye. They both had specialties in OBGYN, but one definitely took listening to patients a bit more serious than the other.

Dian thanked the bartender who placed their drinks in front of them. He slid Giulia her glass, "Here, you can have my cherry." He took the skewer and laid it on her glass gingerly. "Can't imagine you've gotten more free time lately with Tiana's Place closing. Gusteau's been busier?"

The vampire was thankful his date worked in the restaurant, it was the perfect excuse to never take her there.

@santa--mozzarella

#leopard seal #tonight's the night

santa--mozzarella

Tonight's the night || Leopard Seal

santa--mozzarella

@dian-morey

Giulia wasn't really one to believe in signs or fate or anything like that, really. The universe was complicated, sure, and there were very many things they didn't understand about it, but most of it came down to mathematics, not fate. So meeting up with Dian again at speed dating hadn't really been a sign from some higher power, not in her opinion. It had, however, been a nice opportunity to ask for his number, and to invite him out.

Giulia wasn't particularly shy, and besides, plenty of other people had been approaching their previous dates and getting a few extra details. So she had gotten his number, and then text him to arrange something pretty casual, just a drink or two (or more, if it went well - or if it didn't) at the Court with some nice entertainment. Giulia loved Pixie's, but it wasn't exactly the best for a more relaxed evening.

She had been careful to make sure that she would be neither too early nor a single second late, and was just about to head inside when she saw Dian on the street, approaching from the other direction.

"Ah," She smiled, "Perfect timing! Shall we go straight in? First round's on me."

(outfit)

Dian hadn't allowed himself to get close to many women over the years. There was Isabela and Jessie, but neither were really prospects. Not anymore at least. Once upon a time, if he could have just got his head out of a book, Isa would have been great to build a life with. The shared values, large families were... in the family. But he couldn't give her that anymore and he hadn't put much stock into it then either. Dian refused to rob someone of a life they wanted.

So casually dating to fill the void of time was where he landed.

"Hey," he waved meeting Giulia at the door. The Court was not his usual haunt, but the image cleaned up over the last few years and then was tarnished again when the new manager came out as a succubus. He supposed he couldn't judge.

A flint of worry sparked when his date offered to pay. Because... shouldn't he? Or was that some outdated misogynistic practice now? Shouldn't he pay because he definitely made more money, or because he was the man, or is it problematic to think that?

Even if it was rude, Dian said, "Aw, you don't have to do that. I was planning on buying your drinks anyway, but sure. First round can be yours as long as you pick."

He opened the door and hovered a hand over the small of her back, just close enough to feel his presence but not the chill.

[outfit]

#leopard seal #tonight's the night #outfits

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