#c;morgana

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text ☄️ Ana

DUSTY: Hey!!

DUSTY: You brought me my favorite flowers, I'm truly flattered, but also, how dare you come when I can't thank you properly.

DUSTY: I suppose this is my way of asking if you'd like to have dinner with me Monday evening?

DUSTY: Either as a date, or you know, not-a-date, because it's occurring to me I didn't /ask/ about that part.

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closed starter for @morganaxturner!

It had been a minute since their date together that hadn’t quite gone as planned, and Dustin decided it was finally time that he went to see her and figure out what exactly had went on that night. Either signals had been mixed up, he had missed something-- or he just needed to get out of his own head. Regardless, he figured that after how it had gone a little awry, he should go up to see her in person rather than texting to ask for another date. It seemed like it might be the most viable route after their date that had been cut short. He had no plans to take her out right then and there, just to simply sort out when they could see each other again. She had seemed rather rushed and flustered when she had left, in a way that was- to him- rather concerning and yet, he had never been fantastic at knowing when to pry. She said she had things she would like to keep in her past, and he wasn’t sure if that was one of them. After he had gotten off work that day, he decided it would be a good opportunity to swing by, and took a walk down to her house. In the small town they lived, it didn’t take long to get somewhere by foot, and he hadn’t brought his car with him today. During the summer, when he was out of school, he drove his car less to conserve the gas for concerts and any necessary trips far away, rather than short trips he could have just as easily walked and made in no time flat. The walk down was pleasant, too. Her shop was conveniently connected with the house and it gave a lovely view when anyone was approaching, in a sense he could describe as serene. Peaceful. She had always had a way with color coordination. The sun was setting earlier than usual, thanks to the rain that was preparing to head in. Georgia needed the rain this time of year; he just hoped that it wouldn’t make it muggy. As he approached her home, he noticed the gate was open. Fair. Assuming that meant that people were rather welcome to waltz up to the front door of her actual home, rather than the shop, and making his way toward it and up the small steps, he was further surprised to find the front door open. That didn’t seem... quite right. His New York City instincts had a tendency to kick in, despite the fact that the town was small and he didn’t even really need to concern himself with locking his car, and naturally, he worried. Knocking on the door as he stepped into the threshold, not wanting to intrude too far if he got an answer, he whistled and called out, “Hey, Ana! You home?” Pushing up his sunglasses and glancing around the adjacent rooms to the foyer, he furrowed his brow. Toys. Kids toys, to be specific. He hadn’t seen the inside of her home on their initial date, and even then, he wouldn’t have expected it to have kids toys scattered around the nearby room. Perhaps he didn’t know much of her life after high school after all. Turning toward the stairs, he raised his hands and clapped them down on his thighs, calling again, “Morgana! Fair warning, you know I’ll come find you if you don’t answer!”

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Closed for @flyaboveitall Morgana

Kallias was wearing an extra blanket on top of the jacket. He was feeling extra cold. He just needed to be warm, why was the frigid weather following him. Kallias continued to walk shivering in his place. He turned the nearest person and gave a small smile.

"It's sure frigid these days isn't it?"

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closed starter for @morganaxturner!

Tonight was the night and for the first time in a long time, Dustin found himself preening more than usual to make himself look his absolute best. A quick haircut and shave on Sunday morning before he had hit the road for Six Flags had him looking sharper, the curls that had begun to grow back on the sides of his head gone for the summer, leaving the mess of curls at the top that would flatten down to his head without the gel that held it up. At least the gel had still been part of his routine during high school- the shaving was more on the new side- he must have been twenty-four when he started shaving it off now and again. Eventually, he would fall into a period he simply let it be and let the bouncy curls return, as long as they remained reasonably short. Once he had fixed his hair the way he wanted to, he debated what to wear- well, he knew what he would be wearing, his usual regime these days of a white button-up, rolled up to the elbows, and a pair of black skinny jeans, very much unlike his old tradition of t-shirts and gray jeans- but he wasn’t sure if he should go with his typical bowtie or a full on tie. He had glanced at his black-and-white checkered plaid button-up for a brief moment but ultimately, he had decided that must be for special occasions only, considering he had only ever worn it for his parents’ vow renewal a few years back. These days, casual clothes only came into play when he had a day off where he could relax and go about his day as he pleased, and tonight would have been one of those nights if it wasn’t for the fact it was his first date with Morgana again, and for the fact that he had made dinner reservations. Once he had ultimately decided fuck it and thrown on a tie, he grabbed his keys and set out the door, saying a brief goodbye to his roommate and ensuring he had everything, checking the time on his phone briefly before darting down the stairs of the apartment complex. The drive was smooth and uninterrupted thanks to the scarce traffic, arriving at Morgana’s home in little-to-no time flat, parking his car and taking a breath, drumming his fingers on his steering wheel for a moment. Why was he nervous, anyway? Brushing it aside and getting out of the car, he made the walk up the driveway, the tiniest of skips in his step that matched his bright personality, promptly ringing the doorbell and folding his hands behind his back respectfully. Once she had opened it, he performed a little dip and drew one hand out to gesture toward the shitty beat-up car he had ended up with post-accident car in the driveway, purring politely, “Your limousine awaits, my lady.” Straightening his posture, he took her hand a planted a kiss to the back of it and let go, smiling at her. “I believe I am here and prepared to take you on a fantastic date, aaand our reservation is a little after eight, just to make sure I can make the drive. How is my fine date this evening? You look ethereal as ever. And yes, I’ve overdressed specifically for you to pout again. Perhaps if you play your cards right, I might lose the tie later.”

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