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Dexter Morgan ([info]mydarkpassenger) wrote in [info]colligo_threads,
@ 2011-03-08 16:04:00

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Entry tags:dexter morgan, morgause

Who: Dexter and Morgause
What: Dexter drops by his ex-wives apartment.
Where: Morgause's flat
When: Early morning, March 8th.
Rating: TBD
Status: Incomplete

Dexter knocked on the door, waited what seemed like an appropriate length of time, then pushed it open and stuck his head around into the blonde sorceresses flat. "Morgause?"

He slipped around the corner, tredding with his usual light, barely audible footsteps into the kitchen, where the faint sounds of movement could be heard. Dexter was good at sneaking around - you had to be, to do what he did. He could make himself invisible, undetectable, in a way that was probably not as effective as Morgause's particular methods for staying unseen but was all he could manage. Like he'd said to her, they weren't all blessed with magic.

"Morgause?" he repeated, stepping into the kitchen and recognising the blonde woman who stood with her back to him. When she noticed him, Dexter offered her a shadow of a smile that failed to fill his empty eyes, holding out the box he was cradling against his chest. But Dexter was in as good a mood as he ever was, which wasn't saying much for a man who was pathologically incapable of emotion, but never mind. He'd had a good night. A productive night.

"I brought donuts."



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[info]blondevil
2011-03-09 12:32 am UTC (link)
Morgause raised an eyebrow at the mention of a list but did not question him. She could guess, after all. Picking up one of the donuts, she pulled a small part of it from the rest and placed it into her mouth. The taste wasn't too bad, rather pleasant actually. And she had tasted worse. His interest in the potion and what it was for would normally be dismissed, unless it was Mordred or Morgana, but Dexter was a little too like her for her to really dismiss his companionship, which included his curiousity.

"No, not for me. For someone I care deeply for. She may not need it yet, but I wish to be prepared just in case."

She cared for no one more than she cared for Morgana, and Mordred came a close second. She would do anything for them both, Morgana was blood. But Mordred had this undeniable power which had just drawn her to him, made her so willing to teach him what he wanted to know. He had a great destiny waiting him.

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