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arrogant_black (arrogant_black) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2011-05-26 00:00:00

Entry tags:

morgana, regulus black

Who: Regulus Black and Morgana, she's willing to deal with his moody ass
What: Regulus is cooling off after fighting with Juno, he’s contemplative and moody.
When: Tonight
Where: Some bar in the city
Rating/Warnings: Low, but, you guessed it, moody – will update if necessary
Status: in progress, closed

Regulus wasn't really much of a drinker, the two times he’d gone with his brother had been disasters. Which was probably an indication he should avoid alcohol now. But he wondered if the toxic element in those two previous situations hadn't actually been his brother and now was as good a time as any to test that theory. Without the nagging influence of his brother the glass in font of him drained slowly, though he made up for the lagging pace by working through half a pack of cigarettes.

Regulus wasn’t exactly sure why he was upset, he just was. It was something about more than just the flirting with his brother. Jealousy? Oh definitely, he’d readily admit that but he would add that he felt he was justified because who wanted to see their significant other doing that with someone else? There was also the added salt in the wound as said flirtation partner was his brother, someone Regulus barely got along with on good days. An argument could be made for finding friends who had nothing to do with his brother from that alone.

And then, Juno had dropped the ‘if you did it then I would do it with you instead’ bomb and that struck at a cache of insecurities that roiled about just under the surface. In essence Regulus struggled with a whole host of anxieties about ‘performance’ in certain aspects of intimate relationships. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, and yet, that the same time it was. Depending on his mood or the time day, he found himself thinking about doing more physical things with Juno, and in those moments, if you asked if he wanted to do them he would say yes. But then in other, darker moments, when memories of things passed flitted up to the top of his consciousness, and something inside of him turned cold and hollow. If asked then what he wanted he would say anything but sex. And from that he knew he was simply not ready to do more. It was aggravating that he wanted more, and yet fear resolutely held him back. The whole situation made him want to scream.

And telling him that if he just did it… that felt like tremendous pressure on him and only stirred up his anxieties more. He wasn’t normal, he wasn’t ever going to be the same person he was before he joined the Death Eaters, even the ‘better’ parts. He knew this, and he hated being reminded of how inadequate he was now. And the one person he should tell, Juno, he suddenly felt withdrawn from, and couldn't bring it up with her. He occasionally fiddled with his PDA, trying to think of what to text her, but nothing came and the action turned into more of a way to keep his hands busy rather than anything else.

He stubbed out the burning cigarette butt and lit another. He moved the glass to take another drink but stopped, not really wanting to finished the half that remained. He wasn’t much of a drinker after all. Tipping the glass one way or another he watched the golden liquid, then mentally said 'screw it', he was there to drink after all. Why was he repressing just one more thing about his life? He lifted the glass again and this time downed it in one go, then signaled for another.

He stared at the PDA again, maybe the inability to think of something to tell her was a good sign to put the thing away. But he didn't, he continued to stare at it.

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future_seer
2011-05-26 03:04 pm UTC (link)

Morgana had only been a few blocks away when the device in her hand began buzzing, signifying a text. Mordred was with his aunt doing his homework and Morgana had decided to take the little time alone to herself to visit with one of the few friends she had where things weren't utterly awkward, or painful, between them - Gwaine. Morgana would never admit how much she enjoyed his presence or how much she depended on him to be the one friend she never looked at saw recriminations against her person. Imagined or otherwise. The bar Gwaine worked at wasn't that far from the soup kitchen Morgana occasionally helped at. She had spent a few hours there and had left when she felt that she had 'distracted him enough from his work'.

Morgana had just hailed a cab when she received a series of text messages that had her staring at her phone. The who behind the texts had been surprising enough. Regulus typically, not always but a majority of the time, only texted her when he was worried about her - but didn't know how to full on say it - or was worried about/angry with his brother and needed her to intervene. They communicated on the network much more often, and personally preferred their conversations face to face. Regulus was a diverting conversationalist. And it was easier to be skeptical and mocking over art with a partner when that partner was next to you.

Now while Regulus texting her was enough to have her initially curious, what really had her brow quirking and her eyes widening was the fact that Regulus Black was drunk texting. It was the only conclusion that could be drawn. First: Because Regulus very rarely misspelled anything. Certainly not even his texts. In fact, there were times she felt he made more of an effort to sound even more pompous and formal while texting. Second: Because his third text was: 'comesay ih!', which followed his second text of 'Shit' by an entire minute and a half (and yes, that had actually been spelled correctly). Both following a text that she originally thought that he had made while injured. Because why would she ever imagine that Regulus would be drunk texting? He was the last person she would have ever imagined to be drunk texting and Morgana knew quite a few 'last ever' people. The only person who would be more shocking would be Leon - who was the epitome of proper, good manners, and control.

Concern over took shock and stamped out amusement. It had taken her some doing but she managed to convince him that she couldn't magically guess where he was and to provide her with an address. Given how clearly the instructions had been typed she could only assume that he had given someone else to type it for him. Either that or certain aspects of his personality - i.e., occasional sense - managed to shine through even when drunk.

It took not even ten minutes before she was sitting next to him. The first thing she did was pull his PDA away from his hand. "Consider this for your own good."

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arrogant_black
2011-05-26 03:31 pm UTC (link)

The bartender was really rather friendly for this place, considering ever surface seemed sticky. Yes, Regulus judge a place on how sticky it was, he didn't like the feeling of placing any part of his body be it his arms on a table, his seat on a bench or his feet on the floor, and that sensation of being stuck, even if just for a moment. It was also his approach for children. The stickier they were the less he wanted to have anything to do with them. They could, at any moment in their adhesive like state spread their filth to him, and then he would be sticky too, or worse, they might latch on and due to their agglutinative nature remain with him forever. It was a horrifying idea, forever bonded to a child. It gave him nightmares. Or it would if he had nightmares of a more ludicrous nature, his nightmares actually consisted of terrifying specters. Which was part of the reason why Regulus found the sticky bar in the first place, and was now talking to the tenacious bartender despite his prejudices against tacky things. The man, after all, had graciously texted the address of this place for Regulus, talking to him was the least he could do.

"I mean, what was I supposed do, let her think pandas weren't indigenous to Norther Ireland?" Regulus slurred and laughed into this glass as he attempted another sip. "I couldn't pass it up- Morgana!"

The arrival of his friend was enough to divert him from everything he was attempting to do, drink, carry on a conversation, recall a story that happened some years previous. The bartender seemed just as pleased to see Morgana as Regulus was, though for entirely different reasons and he left the drunk young man to the new woman to do those things he was getting paid to do, like tend the bar.

"You came!" It was so very exciting for Regulus, despite not having a clear idea why. "Oh hey," he just noticed the bartender had slipped down to the other end of the bar, "come back, my frie- Morgana, my friend needs a drink. You need a drink right? She needs a drink. You need a drink right? She needs a drink." Yes, Regulus was repeating himself but that was not the point. The point was Morgana clearly needed a drink.

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future_seer
2011-05-26 04:00 pm UTC (link)

If it wasn't anyone else, any other situation, and if it wasn't so ridiculously sad Morgana would have laughed. Out right. Her lips did manage to switch ever so slightly. Because come on. Pandas? Nevertheless, as odd as this situation was and as much as her eyebrow was tempted to give BOTH of Gaius' a run for their money, Morgana remained relatively calm. The mocking laughter would blatantly come out as soon as she pulled out confessions from him. Ones that actually, hopefully, ended up making sense.

Clearly, she would be there a while.

Shaking her head at the bartender and mouthing 'Water?', she sat next to Regulus. "I did." She stated, taking him in. Morgana liked to fancy herself a good people reader - and more often than not she had more hits. What was more, she prided on herself on knowing the people that she cared for. Over the past months, Morgana had developed a strong friendship with Regulus - often times despite herself - and had come to view him as a younger cousin of sorts. Almost like a brother. And while God, Emmanuelle, knew that she had her fill with thick, socially awkward, prickish with Arthur she found herself filling the role of sound advice - being one of the few people who did because Blacks seemed to need a bevy of people serving as common sense to function - rather regularly. Though, truth, he had been doing rather good lately. Not a single lecture from her in over a month. Yes, she should have known better but excuse her for enjoying the rest of her fingers and her vocal chords (alright, and yes, she DID love his face when she turned out being right but giving advice to Regulus and getting it to sink into his head worked away what little left of her sanity that being related to the Pendragons hadn't). "You were rather insistent that I did and I admit that I was curious to see why."

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arrogant_black
2011-05-27 01:27 am UTC (link)

Before succumbing to the alcohol Regulus had some heavy and important worries on his mind, but they seemed to have all melted into a gooey mixture in his brain, resembling something akin to pudding, and about as congenial in nature. His worries were no longer bothersome and while he might still be thinking about them panic had been replaced by a pleasant feeling of ease.

"How're you?" he asked openly, turning to face Morgana. A poor move on his part as he wobbled a bit on the stool, but it was a temporary tilting and he did not fall over thanks mostly impart to the design structure of the chair, it was well balanced. But Regulus liked to think his hands slapping face down on the surface of the bar and adhering to the sticky film that coated it was the defining reason why he didn't tip over.

"I'm drunk," understatement of the century, and he took another sicp from his glass to erase any doubt. "Really fffuuucking drunk."

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future_seer
2011-06-01 01:22 am UTC (link)

The expression on his face made it seem as if he was hoping, and expecting, her to bare her soul. It was so open and attentive and - odd. It wasn't that Regulus didn't care - it was simply very strange to seem so eager about the question.

"Sober." Morgana answered with a slightly mocking tilt of her head, her lips curving upward in amusement. When he wobbled in his stool her hands moved to steady him but he managed to catch his balance quickly enough.

"I've noticed." She said after a moment, when it seemed that he wouldn't wax poetics about his state of inebriation. "Perhaps, it would be a smart idea to stop while you're ahead, hmm?" While Morgana did wonder if he could become worse off than he currently was - maybe to the state of giggling? - she didn't want to find out.

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