trying to move on

Morgan Anders Human | 23 | Receptionist

[fynnrichards]

Getting Your Ducks in a Row || Fynn & Morgan

[fynnrichards]

Glancing down as a small object collided with him, Fynn heard an irritated voice and took a moment to process the small brunette in front of him. She reminded him of someone, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on whom. “Excuse me? I haven’t moved in the past five minutes. You should watch where you’re going short stack.” Though slightly irritated by her audacity, he still felt good natured enough to tease the girl. It took more than an accidental collision to set off his temper.

[morgan-anders]

Rolling her eyes at the nickname, Morgan realized her mistake. "Sorry, my head's been all over the place. Guess I just didn't see you there." As her eyes fully registered the man in front of her, Morgan could feel her old, flirty smile return to her face. She would never actually do anything behind Damien's back, even if she wanted to, but that wasn't going to stop her from flirting. It was much too fun a past time for her to drop cold turkey. "Not sure how I missed you, though I can't say I'm sorry to have run into you. I'm Morgan."

[alyxbouchard]

Look Behind You ;; Aly + Morgan

[alyxbouchard]

Aly nodded at Morgan’s reply, a small wry smile playing on her lips. “Not rude at all, trust me. Family fucks us up more than anything else,” she said and took a swig, letting the burn warm her up. “I’m sorry to hear that, but hey, at least you got away.” The smile was real this time, and genuinely happy. She wished she’d managed to get away from her family before it had messed her up for good. But then, she hadn’t exactly made the best choices either.. “You two sound like a good couple.” They seemed to have gone through a lot together, and that always added a layer of trust to a bond that most normal, happy people didn’t even know could exist.

[morgan-anders]

Morgan couldn't stop the laughter that fell out of her mouth. She never, in a million years, thought someone would use those words to describe her and Damien. They really hadn't had that much time back together since...well, since the months Morgan had been trying very very hard to forget, When Damien had left town...left her...well, that was not a good period in Morgan's life. But now she had him back, and she supposed, now that she thought about it, in their own way, they really did work pretty well together. "I'm sorry for laughing, I'm not laughing at you. It's just been a rocky relationship, but we're enough alike, I guess, that we do kind of make an odd kind of perfect pair." Morgan took a sip of her drink before turning back to the other girl. "What about you? Got someone special?"

[morgan-anders]

Night Out | Morgan & Open

Morgan quickly packed up her desk for the night. Her receptionist job at Clay Time Studio was close enough to what she used to do that she didn't need to be retrained, but different enough that it didn't feel like she was back in Ripper's office. It helped that her new boss wasn't a corrupt politician who called her to cater to his every whim. Morgan quickly drove home, then changed from her work clothes into one of her favorite bar outfits. The shirt was low cut so showed off plenty of cleavage, and the skirt was long enough that her ass was covered, but she wouldn't be able to bend over without causing a scandal. As she went through the garage to get back to her car, she noted that Damien's bike was gone, so he was most likely already at work. She smirked, and drove the ten minutes to the bar. She walked in and greeted Jared as she claimed a stool. "Captain Coke, please sweetie."

[fynnrichards]

Getting Your Ducks in a Row || Fynn & Morgan

Glancing down at his watch, Fynn tried to figure out what he wanted to do before work. It was a little before eleven and he was still downtown after a long night. A small smile played on his lips as he thought of the look Max would give him when he finally got back home. As he began to walk, he remembered that there was a tourist attraction hotel not too far from where he was. He made his way to the Peabody and arrived just in time to see the ducks parading down the stairs. A chuckle left his lips as he watched the show and followed the small crowd outside. Well, at least this place had its small amusements.

[morgan-anders]

Morgan had been sent on an errand for the Studio, and she was surprised to find that she didn't mind at all. Her boss at the Studio sent her on actual errands - usually to OfficeMax - instead of the types of errands Ripper would send her on back home. Quickly trying to move past thoughts of her former boss, Morgan was headed back when she realized that she was passing the Peabody just in time for the duck parade. An extra five minutes wouldn't hurt anything, and she didn't normally have the chance to watch it. She was leaving with the crowd when suddenly someone ran directly into her. Looking up, she saw an unfamiliar face, though not an unattractive one. "Excuse you."

[roscoe-oconnell]

Hungry Like the Wolf | Roscoe & Morgan

[roscoe-oconnell]

There was something behind the girl’s eyes that made Roscoe’s smirk deepen into his dimples. She seemed almost threatened by him. It was a look he was accustomed to, but it seemed out of place on this small woman’s face. After all, he’d only just met her and he was pretty sure he hadn’t built up a reputation in this city quite yet. Even if he had, she didn’t know his name. There was something keeping this girl paranoid, and if he cared more he might try and dig it out of her. Perhaps if she proved more interesting with time he’d pry away her secrets, but for now, he decided, she was nothing more than a play thing.

With a quick glance to either side, he leaned towards her over the table. “Is it nice to meet me, Morgan? Are you sure?” A glint of trouble shone in his eyes as he stared her down. Roscoe had always been one for pushing buttons, and she seemed like such an easy target. Nodding slowly, he leaned back in his chair while keeping his gaze trained on hers. Once he was in a comfortable position again, he returned his attention to the half-finished plate before him and began to eat as if nothing had happened. His poker face was perfectly honed thanks to his father, but inside he was chuckling at the expression in her eyes.

[morgan-anders]

The guy across from her leaned forward, and his eyes seemed to be making promises that she did not want to see fulfilled. What if she was wrong? What if this guy was one of Ripper's, and she had just given him confirmation of who she was? He continued to stare her down, and though she didn't want to be the first to look away, it was a struggle to maintain eye contact. She hated how scared Ripper had made her, but until she felt some sense of closure with the situation - other than simply packing the essentials and running away - she would always be waiting for the other shoe to drop. The only problem was, she didn't know how to get closure. Damien insisted that as long as they stayed away from town, neither his father nor Ripper would come after them, but how could he be so sure about Ripper? Morgan trusted his instincts when it came to the elder Sykes, but she knew Ripper better than he did, and she had reneged on a deal. That was not something Ripper forgave.

She realized she had gotten lost in her thoughts, and pulled herself back to reality to see her unwelcome companion eating his lunch as if he hadn't just stared her down with unspoken dark promises. She quickly racked her brain, trying to remember the last thing he had said to her. Even though she was uncharacteristically scared most of the time now, she hadn't lost her snark, and her voice was heavy with it as she responded to him. "Well, honestly it's a little too early to tell. Considering you haven't offered your name, though I gave you mine." She was tempted to simply ask to call him Creeper and call done done, but she had a feeling he would either take that badly or laugh in her face, and she had no desire for either at the moment.

[alyxbouchard]

Look Behind You ;; Aly + Morgan

[alyxbouchard]

Aly wasn’t big on relationships anyway. The companionship she had with Nate was more than enough to fulfil her emotional needs, and the physical ones… Well, suffice to say she had her ways of dealing with those. Drinking from blood banks and not real, live people resulted in a somewhat heightened need for physical closeness, but in ten years she’d adapted. Nothing felt quite like draining a person and holding them as the light in their eyes went out, but hey, sex was also good. “Thank you,” Aly replied, a smile playing on her lips. “Ah, family. The bane of every sane adult’s existence.” She supposed there had to be families that worked, but was yet to actually see one.

[morgan-anders]

A short, loud "Ha!" escaped Morgan's lips before she could stop it. "That's putting it mildly." Morgan put her drink back up to her lips, taking a sip before turning back to Alyx. "I'm sorry if that came out rude. Damien and I...his family put us through a lot of shit, and I'm just really glad to be away from that town." Morgan knew that it wasn't all his brother and father's fault - her boss actually had to bear the brunt of the blame - but she didn't want to get into that complicated mess with a complete stranger. Best to stick with the simpler family story.

[roscoe-oconnell]

Hungry Like the Wolf | Roscoe & Morgan

[roscoe-oconnell]

Glancing up towards the voice, Roscoe noticed the woman in front of him for the first time. He must have really been hungry, because generally he’d have realized he was sitting across from such an attractive little thing sooner. Swallowing the food in his mouth, he picked up a napkin and wiped away some sauce that had escaped towards his chin before deigning to speak to her. “What’s the matter toots, afraid of making new friends?” A wolfish grin spread across his features as he teased the girl. He had absolutely no intention of making friends with any of the humans around here, but they were just so much fun to toy with. With some over-dramatic glances, he shrugged his shoulders as high as they could go. “It doesn’t seem as if you have anyone heading this way. Don’t worry though, I’ll keep you company so that no one knows you’ve been stood up.”

With a quick wink, Roscoe returned his attention to his food. It was no wild hare fresh from the kill, but the mushu pork in this joint did have some nice flavor to it. Two weeks Roscoe, you can deal for just two weeks. Glancing back up at the woman before him, he studied her briefly. She was definitely cute, defensive which made him think damaged, and seemed like she might be fun to play with. Then again, she was very small and didn’t seem to have much muscle tone, so she wouldn’t be able to put up much of a fight. Oh how he loved it when they squirmed and tried to scream. It was one of his favorite parts of the game. Half the fun was taken away if they didn’t fight back. “What’s your name?”

[morgan-anders]

Morgan could feel her anxiety starting to surface. She didn't think one of Ripper's guys would be so overt, but something in the way this guy spoke to her reminded her of a Sykes. Like Damien before he had started to change, or - even worse - his brother Ryan. Morgan managed to suppress a shudder, but only barely. In the most likely probability that this guy had no idea who she was and wasn't after her, she didn't want to appear to be a crazy person. But she couldn't help but be apprehensive toward him - he reminded her too much of people back home. That didn't mean she was going to be a meek little doormat, though. She had done plenty of that in Colorado, and she knew where that led. "I don't think he's at the Market yet, but he's on his way. I haven't been stood up just yet, thank you." Morgan made herself smile, but she couldn't keep the snark off her face.

He returned to his food, so she did the same to hers and tried to get her heart rate to go back down. He wasn't being outwardly aggressive or anything, so she had no real reason to be concerned about him. It was just her paranoia and anxiety. Apparently he wasn't finished talking to her though, because all too soon he was asking her a question. She and Damien had agreed to keep at least their first names, to make it harder for them to slip up. Still, Morgan didn't want to give this guy too much information about herself, just in case she wasn't being stupid. "My name's Morgan. Nice to meet you, I guess." She forced another smile, hoping it looked natural and friendly.

[roscoe-oconnell]

Hungry Like the Wolf | Roscoe & Morgan

Making his way through the streets of downtown Little Rock, Roscoe took the quickest route he could think of towards the River Market. His stomach was grumbling, and though he would love to take a bite out of someone, he figured that actual food would suffice for now. Making his way into the crowded food court, he glanced over his options briefly before deciding on Chinese. The stench of so many bodies pressed together was intoxicating, making him long for the full moon. To him, nothing was better than those moments after he transformed. He enjoyed the pain of every bone breaking and then reforming, and then the sensation of power he received once he was a wolf was better than the best sex he’d ever had. With a sense of irritation, he silently counted the days until the next cycle as he stepped into the food line. Fifteen days and he would be free of this ridiculous disguise.

After ordering and grabbing his food, he glanced around for a place to sit. This room was always so busy. People of all ages and sizes packed into one building like sardines, hoping to shove food down their throats before hurrying off to their next adventure. Rolling his eyes, he found an empty chair and sat down. He was never one to ask permission, and he paid no attention to the person across from him. This was a cafeteria style setting, so he wasn’t worried about arranged seating. Opening the carton, he dug into his mushu pork like the hungry animal he longed to be once again. He only glanced up when he heard someone near him speak.

[morgan-anders]

Morgan was currently sitting alone in the River Market. Damien had closed at the bar last night, so he hadn't gotten home until nearly seven in the morning when she was waking up to get ready for work. She hated those mornings, because neither one had the energy for much more than an exhausted greeting and a quick kiss before he passed out and she had to leave. Sometimes he would wake up in time to meet her for lunch before going back to sleep, so that they could catch up on what they hadn't been able to talk about the previous night. The budding domesticity of their relationship was so strange to Morgan, because she wasn't used to trusting someone as much as she did Damien. That wasn't to say they didn't have their problems - heaven only knew how many issues this couple had - but just the fact that Morgan trusted him at all was saying something for her.

Her boss was pretty lax on how long her lunch could be, so she had decided today to go to the River Market. The variety of choices appealed to her, since she didn't have any particular craving when she left the Studio. She quickly decided on Thai, went through the line and found a spot with two open seats. She had sent Damien a text as soon as she knew where she was going, and though she hadn't heard back yet, she wanted to make sure he had a space in case he showed up. She had just started in on the pad thai when someone sat across from her without asking if it was open first. Even if she hadn't been waiting for Damien, that was just rude. Fortunately, he seemed to be ignoring her, so her anxiety didn't flare up, but Morgan was never one to hold her tongue very well. "Excuse me, that seat was kind of saved."

[alyxbouchard]

Look Behind You ;; Aly + Morgan

[alyxbouchard]

The blond bartender was right up her alley, what with those eyes. Still, that didn’t make it any less of a stupid idea to get up close and personal with him. “Oh no, it’s fine,” she mumbled as she tore her eyes away and turned back to the other woman. “Well, some of the best things start out as jokes, so…” Aly smiled. It was a cute story, all normal and whatnot. She liked that. “My story? Well, I’m just here waiting for a friend.” She paused, realising how that could be taken in at least two other ways. “Not at the bar, I mean. In the town as a whole. He has some work up in Memphis and he should pick me up afterwards.” She finished with a small smile, something of Nate’s warmth returning along with her previous worries. “And what’s your tale?”

[morgan-anders]

Morgan shrugged as Alyx turned down her offer. She probably wouldn't know how to set up a couple anyway - she and Damien had barely managed to become a couple themselves. She smiled at the other girl. "Well, welcome to town, I suppose." Morgan knew people would ask about her life before Little Rock, but that didn't mean it was any easier to remember the story when she was presented with it. "Not much to tell. Met Damien back in my hometown, but his family is kind of...controlling...so we moved here."

[alyxbouchard]

Look Behind You ;; Aly + Morgan

[alyxbouchard]

Aly decided to keep it to herself that she spent nearly every waking hour in a bar of some sort. It somehow didn’t sound right and she couldn’t make it work. If she mentioned that she was a bartender, the other woman would probably ask where, and then she’d be forced to either lie or put herself in danger. No, it was better that nobody knew, aside from the usual crowd at her workplace. Instead, the girl eyed the blond bartender before replying, “I wouldn’t mind if the same happened to me.” .. If only he wasn’t a tail-wagger. Her smirk turned into a grin as she realised the two were drinking the same. “Finally someone appreciates rum. I have a feeling this is the start of a great friendship.”

[morgan-anders]

Morgan noticed Alyx check Jared out, and she couldn't hide her smirk. She had noticed how attractive the other bartender was, though he couldn't compare to Damien. She wasn't used to pushing other women towards guys, having always been the Queen Bee of the local bar, but ever since she had gotten together with Damien, other guys were just less appealing. So why not spread the wealth and use her charms for others? "Well, if you really wanted, I'm sure Damien or I could point him in your direction." She smiled at the other girl. She was still apprehensive, but it couldn't hurt to have a friend or two who were unique to Little Rock. "Rum has always been my drink. In high school, people used to call me Captain Morgan, so I started drinking it as a joke, and now it's my alcohol of choice." She shrugged. "So, what's your story? Or at least, the portion of it you're willing to share with a complete stranger at the bar."

[alyxbouchard]

Look Behind You ;; Aly + Morgan

[alyxbouchard]

Aly nodded in reply to the woman, a small smile tugging at her lips. This one… She looked nice, approachable. The girl found herself starting to like her right off the bat, which was rare. “I see,” Aly replied, giving her boyfriend the briefest of looks so Morgan didn’t think she was staring. Seemed like a fairly standard scenario, just a couple of people who liked each other… How she missed Nate. “Me, I’m just killing time, taking my mind off things. The usual with people in bars.” She nodded towards the other woman’s glass. “What’s your poision?”

[morgan-anders]

Morgan was trying to relax. The girl had barely glanced at Damien, not nearly long enough for her to make an ID confirmation, but then it could have been enough since she was already talking to Morgan. She shook herself internally - she hated the paranoia and anxiety that seemed to be her constants, but couldn't get rid of them. She put on a smile, hoping it looked natural. "I used to do that a lot. It was kind of my nightly hobby back home, and I even ended up with the bartender." Morgan's smile actually was real as she remembered how Damien had finally won her over. "Oh, ah, rum and coke."

[alyxbouchard]

Look Behind You ;; Aly + Morgan

[alyxbouchard]

Aly was finding by the minute how much she loved bars. It was amazing that her recent job at one hadn’t managed to ruin it, but then, hers was a very specific kind of bar. Something about the atmosphere in this place helped ease her mind immensely. A stray thought or two still drifted to Nathan, but for the most part she managed to keep her mind occupied. The woman next to her was a welcome distraction as well. “Morgan.” She repeated the name to herself, making sure to remember it. “I’m Alyx. Pleasure to meet you. So what’s got you drinking tonight?” As an afterthought and so as not to pry, she added, “If it’s not too personal a question.”

[morgan-anders]

"Very nice to meet you, Alyx." Morgan felt the anxious tension begin to enter her body again. It was highly doubtful that Ripper would use a pretty young...shit. It was just like Ripper to use a pretty young woman for his bidding. No, she was being ridiculous again. Ripper didn't know where they were. She just had to act normal - she didn't want to let her anxiety show. "Just waiting for my boyfriend to finish his shift." She motioned to the dark head bent over the grill. "What about you?"

[alyxbouchard]

Look Behind You ;; Aly + Morgan

Alyx entered Midtown Billiards with something of a smile, crossed the hall and plopped down in one of the barstools. A nod at the bartender got her a big rum, and she took a sip as she surveyed her surroundings. There were so many people in here, and they weren’t bloodsuckers for a change. She let out a small relieved sigh and turned back to her drink. A quick sideways glance told her that the next seat was occupied an, in a slightly uncharacteristic spirit of love for her fellow beings, she raised her glass and announced, “A toast to late-night drinking sprees.”

[morgan-anders]

Morgan was sitting at the bar, waiting for Damien to get off work. It was one of his early nights, so they should get home by midnight or one, two at the latest. Damien was back on the grill and Jared was helping another patron, so Morgan was left sitting alone, in thought. That usually wasn't a good place for her nowadays, as her thoughts tended to turn unpleasant. Fortunately, a distraction was provided when a girl sat next to her and offered a toast. "I will second that toast!" She turned to her, and smiled. "I'm Morgan."

[morgan-anders]

Carefree Nights || Morgan & Ash

[ashdoe-deactivated20131222]

Ash nodded a bit and stuck his hands in his pockets, watching as she put on the other necklace and grinned; this one definitely looked better on her. “Not very recently, actually. I moved into my flat, I believe, almost 3 months ago, now. I just have not really had the chance to meet anyone.” The few people Ash had met here didn’t seem to like him very much, which he understood. Wherever he had been before this, be it London or New York or Los Angeles (granted, those were much, much bigger cities), Ash had found that he couldn’t seem to keep a friend or even attract the “right” type of friend, as someone had put it to him. He had hoped maybe there would be a change of that here, and meeting this girl, was a bright look to the future.

"Yes. My siblings and I all learned the skill when we were very young and it has just come very easily to me since then. It is definitely useful, though. It is much easier to see if someone’s intentions are not pure through their aura." Ash stopped himself, realizing he was rambling and took a breath, relaxing a bit. The woman introduced herself as Morgan and Ash lightly shook her hand, careful not to hold on for too long. He grinned, "Thank you, now I can say that I am not completely alone in this city. Have you been here long, yourself?"

[morgan-anders]

Morgan thought about her old life back in Colorado, and how much easier it would have been if she had been able to read auras. "That sounds incredibly useful. I know I would have found it handy once or twice back home." This Ash guy definitely wasn't normal, but then, what was normal, really? He seemed friendly enough, and she could use some friends. Morgan had never been very good at making friends - she didn't trust people enough for that - but maybe she could get better. Everything with Damien had taught her that not everybody abandoned her. She had given him plenty of opportunities and reasons to leave her, but for some reason he had stayed, and was even promising to stay for as long as she wanted him. So maybe she had had some really shitty people in her life before, and it wasn't her fault.

Morgan realized she had gotten lost in her thoughts again - this poor guy was going to think she was such an airhead - so she pulled herself yet again back to reality, and focused on the conversation she was having. "Well, I'm glad I could help. I know what it's like to be alone, and I wouldn't recommend it to anybody. Definitely not fun." His question was perfectly normal - of course people would ask about the move - but she knew it could lead into dangerous territory where she would need to be careful about her answers. Not that she thought Ash would turn her and Damien in, but it was just better to keep the story the same with everyone in Little Rock, to avoid mishaps. "No, not long at all. My boyfriend and I moved here a few weeks ago."

[damiensykes1]

Easy like Sunday Morning || Dagan

[damiensykes1]

Damien leaned down until he was barely an inch from Morgan’s face. “I’m yours too. Until you decide you don’t want me anymore. But even then, I’ll love you for the rest of my life,” Damien smiled as he leaned in to kiss her ever so softly. “I mean it. You’re my everything.” Damien couldn’t believe that a frisky jaunt in a wooded area had led to this conversation, but he had wanted to tell her these things ever since the night in his apartment when she had walked away from him. He knew he would always be in love with Morgan, no matter what happened. “Everything,” he said one last time to make sure she understood the gravity of this moment, how he felt, what he wanted.

[morgan-anders]

Morgan could feel her heart beating out of her chest, and it was an accomplishment that she was able to continue breathing normally. "I am never going to not want you. I tried to make myself, back home, at the very beginning, and it didn't work. I have wanted you ever since you first sat me down in the cliff face, and it has only gotten stronger since then. You..." Morgan thought of the fear of Ripper she was living with, the anxiety she felt whenever she was not with Damien. "You make me better. I don't know what I would do if I lost you."

[damiensykes1]

Easy like Sunday Morning || Dagan

[damiensykes1]

Damien’s breath caught in his throat. He always had a hard time believing Morgan when she told him she loved him. It wasn’t that he thought she was being dishonest with him. He just couldn’t seem to understand how anyone could love him. He wasn’t a good person. He tried, but something always happened that would bring his true nature out. But when Morgan looked into his eyes he could see how much she really cared for him. “I’ve never felt this way before, Morgan.” He placed his hand on the side of her face and held it firmly. “I love you so incredibly much. I would do anything in the world for you.” Damien kissed Morgan on either cheek and then on the lips before lifting her off of him and placing her lightly on the ground. “You really are the most amazing thing that’s ever happened to me,” he said smiling.

[morgan-anders]

Morgan returned Damien's kiss before he set her down. She fixed her skirt, then bent and picked up her shirt before turning back to him. She smiled at what he told her, and went up on her toes to kiss him again, bracing herself on his chest. "Right back at ya. On all counts. Damien," she paused. Even after everything they had gone through, everything he had done for her, and everything they had both said, she was still unspeakably nervous whenever she let him in past her wall. "You're It, I think. I am completely and irrevocably yours."

[damiensykes1]

Easy like Sunday Morning || Dagan

[damiensykes1]

Damien heard Morgan say his name and knew she was there. As they kissed, he felt her tense and tighten around him, reassuring him that she had peaked. He quickened his pace and thrust into her so hard and fast until he reached that edge again and this time he let himself release everything into her, his head rolling back slightly, “I love you,” escaping from his lips at barely a whisper. He held her there against the tree, his shaking arms wrapped around her and his face buried in her hair resting on her shoulders.

[morgan-anders]

Morgan felt Damien race to join her until finally he filled her, and they both stilled, caught up in the pleasure of the moment. She heard him whisper, and a small smile spread across her lips. "I love you more." She rested her head against his, with no desire to disentangle from him just yet. It was always so unbelievable to her how intense the sex with Damien was, every single time. She would have thought that, by now, it would have gotten predictable and boring but it was just the opposite. Though she could predict some of the moves he would make, she found herself looking forward to them, and their effectiveness never diminished. She placed her hands on either side of Damien's face, bringing it up so she could look in his eyes. "I honestly do not have the words for how much I love you."