InsaneJournal

Current mood:

amused

Who: John & Morrigan
Doing what: Meeting up before Morrigan's planned weekend trip, and doing what they usually do when they're together.
Where: John's room at his quad.
When: Sep. 24, evening.
Warnings: Innuendo, a fade to black, the usual for them.


Her weekend trip would be anything but "pleasant", no matter what angle she looked at it from. But sittng around and reminicising rarely was. After the first century, Morrigan had learned to quickly surpress whatever memories felt like tying to head for the surface. It was easier to let them get lost in the rush of new ones as she'd assume a new name, or a new personality; or keep herself busy with her work. Like she was currently planning to do.

There was a nagging thought that kept pushing itself into her mind. Mainly that she wasn't just visiting John to help keep her boredom at bay, or because he was an interesting distraction. It wasn't the first time it'd shown up. There had been a vauge inkling of it a few weeks ago, but like usual, Morrigan had simply chosen to ignore it. Glancing over her outfit- her usual 'teachers outfit' of boots, black slacks and a white dress shirt, sans her glasses; Morrigan frowned. "Stop that train of thought right now. I know what he is, and we've both gotten along well enough. Enjoy this while it lasts."

Reaching his quad, Morrigan let herself in and approached his bedroom door, knocking. "It's me, Leon." she called. Morrigan doubted she'd need to identify herself. Their meetings ran like clockwork. Who else would be visiting him? Or using that particular nickname? Snickering, since she expected someone to put two together and realize what that was a shortened form of, Morrigan felt a twinge of sarcasm. "I'm giving a lot of people here far too much credit."