mishasbabies (mishasbabies) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2017-04-13 19:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | !completed gdoc, [plot] future kids take 4, ~2017 april |
Who: Eric Parrish and Morgan Wyndam-Pryce
What: Meeting for the first time
Where: Hinkles
When: Thursday midafternoon
Warnings: Morgan is attracted to power
Status: Closed
Morgan was used to finding herself in Madison Valley. It had happened several times already. Her first course of action was always to go to WAMM, even though she loathed everyone there. She hated Angel, she hated her father, and she loathed everyone else because they were friends of the other two.
Only Angel hadn’t been there last time, and she had no idea if he was back or not. She didn’t care. She was changing things up this time, and avoiding WAMM altogether. She was 15 now, and more than capable of taking care of herself. If she played her cards right, she could avoid her father for the entire week she’d be trapped under the dome.
Being the child of Lilah Morgan and Wesley Wyndam-Pryce, raised by Lilah and Lindsey McDonald had its perks. One of them being the ability to sense when someone wasn’t entirely normal, whatever ‘normal’ meant. It meant she knew the boy in the booth behind her at Hinkles wasn’t human. Of course, the amount of food in front of him was a good indication of that, too. Especially in a town that was home to a bazillion werewolves.
Morgan decided to throw caution entirely to the wind, and moved to sit across from him, instead of in her own booth. “Looks like you have enough food to share,” she said, and she snatched up a little burger, biting half of it without giving him a chance to respond.
***
Eric just arched an eyebrow at the girl. “Then clearly you’ve never seen a dhampir eat,” he said, reaching out to smack at her hand even as she was eating. “Don’t touch my food.”
He wasn’t a dhampir, strictly speaking, but it was close enough for a stranger who’d just randomly sat herself down at his table -- even if said stranger was a very pretty girl. And while he shared his father’s willingness to talk about what he was, he was also cautious about it until he knew he didn’t need to be -- especially in an unknown situation.
He was pretty sure this qualified as an unknown situation.
***
“Dhampir, huh? Cool.” Morgan wasn’t at all intimidated by him. If he really was a vampire hybrid or whatever, she supposed he could kick her ass. Maybe she should be a bit concerned, but she wasn’t. Even if he could kick her ass, there was nothing saying he would. Even if she was taking his food.
She popped the second half of the little burger in her mouth, her eyes set on looking at him. Almost daring him to do something about her eating his food. “There’s nothing in all the world like these burgers. Damned addicting things, she said as she reached for another one.
***
And do something he did, hand darting out to grab her wrist. “I said don’t take my food.”
He might’ve been Parrish and Jill’s son, he might only have a temper when finally pushed to anger, but he’d had Chris Argent’s influence on his life for his entire life. Combine that with the dhampir reflexes and damn right he was going to react and react fast.
He let go of her wrist. “But I don’t mind sharing with a pretty girl.” Because getting him to share food otherwise was like pulling teeth.
***
“It’s Morgan,” she told him. “My name. It’s Morgan.” She bit into the second burger, her eyes practically dancing with amusement. Sure he’d grabbed her wrist, and with a speed she hadn’t seen coming and hadn’t been able to block. And while his grip had been firm, it hadn’t hurt, exactly.
He was cute. She liked him. And because she liked him, she flagged down a waitress and ordered another platter of little burgers and fries. She tilted her head and grinned, feigning innocence because Morgan Wyndam-Pryce was anything but innocent.
***
“Eric,” he replied. “And that innocent thing works about as well as my mom pretending she can’t drown someone in their own bodily fluids.” He smiled cheerfully as he said it, fully aware of just how creepy that sounded to the average person.
He was really good at calling people on stuff like that, thanks Uncle Chris!
“So. Tell me who you are. I like knowing about people.” And it wasn’t even because he was nosy, either. He just liked knowing things.
***
“Morgan Wyndam-Pryce,” she told him. Her last name was such a mouthful. And she kind of hated it. She didn’t like her dad very much. She never understood why her mother never changed her name to McDonald.
“Are you from here? If you are, you probably know Wesley Wyndam-Pryce? He works at WAMM.” Morgan had mixed feelings about that. She really didn’t even want to think about it very much, though.
***
“Yeah, I’m from here,” Eric said with a nod. “I don’t know him, but I know who he is. And I know a couple people who do know him, so…” He shrugged. “Whatever.”
Honestly, he was more interested in the girl in front of him. Something about her was interesting,was catching at his senses -- he didn’t know why, blamed it mostly on the dhampir in him. He knew she was human, yes. But even so, he had a feeling she was..
Well, interesting.
***
“It’s okay if you don’t like him,” Morgan said with a roll of her shoulders. “I don’t like him much, either. I wish my other dad was here.” She didn’t know Lindsey was locked up in the asylum. No one had ever really talked about him around her, in all the times she’d been in Madison Valley before.
“HIs name’s Lindsey McDonald and he’s really cool. Not a stupid stick in the mud like Wesley.” She rolled her eyes. “He’s my step dad and I like him.”
***
“It’s not a like or dislike,” Eric said with another shrug. “It’s legitimately not knowing him that well.”
At her step-dad’s name, though, he nodded. “Yeah, I know who he is.” Because his Dad and Uncle Chris, and the rest of the Guardian rotation had thought it was important that he know who Lindsey was, even though the odds of the man getting out were slim. But just in case, they’d wanted the boy to be prepared. And as he’d grown into a questioning teenager, their protectiveness had started grating. “He’s in the asylum here.”
***
Morgan sat a little straighter when he said that. When he said Lindsey was in Madison Valley. In the asylum? She couldn’t really say she was surprised. Angel probably had him locked up. What a dick move that was.
“Can you take me there?” she asked him. She knew it wouldn’t be the Lindsey she knew, but it was still Lindsey. How different could he be? Her father was the same stupid bumbling dumbass he was back home, after all, even if he wasn’t really exactly her father.
She shifted a little, put her breasts out a little more. “I’ll make it worth it for you.”
***
He looked at her thoughtfully. He probably shouldn’t do it, because really. It wasn’t on the Eric Parrish Top 10 List of Smart Ideas -- and it wasn’t going to be easy -- buuuut. He was tired of doing what people wanted him to do, was tired of being good all the stupid time. And she was a pretty girl who was, you know, offering.
Because who didn’t like being bribed on occasion?
All the same, he wasn’t going to let her follow through with too much -- though she didn’t strike him as the type to actually make said offer if she didn’t want to make said offer.
“Define ‘worth it’ first.” You didn’t grow up as the son of Moroi royalty without learning to be as clear as possible in all your dealings, after all.
***
Morgan shifted a little. Her eyes brightened. She really, really, really wanted to see Lindsey.
She let her hand drift over her breasts. She wasn’t huge like some girls, but she had a decent rack. “I’ll let you see them. Touch them. Maybe more. Depends on what you want.” She shrugged.
She was Lilah Morgan’s daughter. She knew how to use what she had to offer, and how to make it seem like he was in control of what she actually put on the table.
***
Eric eyed her critically -- you didn’t grow up the child of royalty and at least nominally learn what was and wasn’t stupid, after all, even if you were going to acknowledge it and wave at it as you walked right on by.
Plus he wasn’t stupid. Both his parents, for all they were cute and fuzzy, were also very smart.
“Call it as be willing to make out, you’ve got a deal.”
Pay attention to the wording, Morgan. Pay attention to the wording.
***
“Okay.” Morgan’s hand shot across the table, offering to shake on the terms and seal the deal. She had been raised by lawyers, she knew how binding a handshake could be. She was all in, and determined to get what she wanted from him.