Thomas J. Morgan (Dec 6, 2011 1:49:32 AM)
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Thomas J. Morgan (Dec 6, 2011 1:51:26 AM)
*tom follows behind her in his jeep closely. during the entire drive he can't shake the niggling feeling that he is in part responsable for her strained mood. Tom realizes he wishes he could speak to his father, or his mother, but as his father is dead and the last time he saw his mother, she was catatonic, he has no one he can ask for advice.*
Rowan Wintermoon (Dec 6, 2011 1:55:18 AM)
*After pulling up to the house she got out, and leaned against the driver's side door. Inhaling and exhaling slowly with closed eyes, she soon opened them and looked up at the sky, admiring the glow of the moon.*
Thomas J. Morgan (Dec 6, 2011 1:58:39 AM)
*Tom parks behind her, getting out of the car. He isn't fearful, but perhaps a little timid. He apraoches her as she looks up to the sky, casting his own eyes to the moon. He watches her for a few moments before finding the words* I worry about you because I care for you, Rowan. I worry, becuase... a lot have things have happened, and we haven't discussed them. If there is somethign going on that is none of my concern, just... hearing you say the words, "Tom, this is none of your concern" would let me know, and I wouldn't worry so much.
Rowan Wintermoon (Dec 6, 2011 2:04:35 AM)
*She leaned up, away from the truck and shook her head.* It's not you, Thomas. I need you to know that. *She kept her back to him.* I need you to know that you can trust me...and I need to know that my feelings during a moon phase that boils my blood more than normal is not going to interfere with me being your Guardian. *She kept her back to him, hair blowing in the wind slightly.*
Thomas J. Morgan (Dec 6, 2011 2:08:13 AM)
I didn't think it was soley me, and I didn't think it was soley the moon. I hear, understand and belive your words, -my- guardian. I have no fear that this time will render you unable to protectme. What... what leaves me realling, Rowan... I know when we met you had sufferd heart break. I may not have been pure as the driven snow when we met, but... I had never ... been with a trueborn before you. I... I want you to tell me that I didn't ruin our relationship as guardian by kissing you. By... taking comfort with you.
Rowan Wintermoon (Dec 6, 2011 2:20:19 AM)
*She was quite glad that the moon were the only source of light for the moment, since the motion light from the porch hadn't quite kicked on yet. She turned to face him, very glad he couldn't clearly see the blush on her cheeks, or the slight furrow of her brow. She did, cant her head to one side.* Dr. Morgan, I place Gaia first...I always have. I have been raised to do so. *She sighed, rubbing her face...* Thomas...please, understand. I never judge anyone, and I will not start with you, being my ward. *She looked at him square in the face, taking a step forward.* You ruined nothing. I -want- you to find comfort with me, be it in an embrace or in conversation.
Thomas J. Morgan (Dec 6, 2011 2:24:32 AM)
I may not have been blessed with your strength, your grace, or cursed with your rage, but the same blood of the wolf beats in my veins as in yours, Rowan. *He takes a step towards her, interleaving his fingers with hers* Rowan Wintermoon, I, too, place Gaia's will before my own. I take great comfort in your presance. In your nearness. And I hope against all hope that you can find comfort in me. I may be kin, but I am not weak. I am strong enough to help you shoulder your burdens, and I mean to. *he licks his lips and she can feel his body tense and tremble*
Rowan Wintermoon (Dec 6, 2011 2:33:52 AM)
*She kept her eyes on his, and said nothing. She simply nodded once, giving a half-smile with a gentle squeeze of his hand. She then did speak, gently and not without a subtle tone of humor in her voice.* No...weakness is beyond you. Your hands weren't made for...weakness, Dr. Morgan.
Thomas J. Morgan (Dec 6, 2011 2:39:55 AM)
*he returns her smile, her gentle squeeze. He runs his thumbs along the sides of her hand and he steps closer to her* Nor were yours. Miss Wintermoon. Your hands are strong beyond words, but there is still a softness to them. You care as deeply as any Galliard I have ever known. Your passions flow like the tide, Miss Wintermoon, and I am blessed to have experienced them. *he leans forward and kisses her cheek.* Shall I fix you tea, Miss Wintermoon? Enjoy your... company? *a slight edge to the last word, and he licks his lips softly*
Rowan Wintermoon (Dec 6, 2011 2:43:00 AM)
*She nods, smiling a bit.* Let's go watch a movie. *She gave his hand another squeeze, then released it as she walked to the front door.* So, you plan on converting your jeep into a medical truck...that's going to be a little nice to see.
Thomas J. Morgan (Dec 6, 2011 2:45:29 AM)
I plan on doing my part without fear, following my family into battle as best I can. Though I should mention, if somethign should happen to me, even if as Kin I don't warrant my own song... perhaps jsut a verse? *he smiles, laughing in the face of danger to keep his courage up.* The real trick will be watching me try and first aid an angry garou in their war form. *He follows her inside, movign to put the kettle on* What do you want to watch?
Rowan Wintermoon (Dec 6, 2011 2:48:54 AM)
I am sure you will have help, Thomas. And you will do fine...*She smiled at him warmly, moving to choose a movie.* Hmm...The Big Lebowski?
Thomas J. Morgan (Dec 6, 2011 2:51:41 AM)
That works for me. *he fixes her tea, pouring the boiling water, setting the tea to steep as he carries it back to her, joining her in the living room, her cup resting in his curled fingers* And I know I will do fine. *he grins* Who knows, perhaps my deeds will stand out enough that I might finaly catch the eye of a trueborn woman. *he gives her a little wink and a playful smile*
Rowan Wintermoon (Dec 6, 2011 2:57:01 AM)
*She smirks at him, shaking her head with a quiet "thank you" for the tea.* You are incorrigible. *She paused, blinking.* Thomas...if I may ask, how old are you?
Thomas J. Morgan (Dec 6, 2011 2:58:51 AM)
Not quite old enough to be your father, but perhaps your uncle. I'm thirty two. And I will admit to being incorrigible, but the fact that you are ravishing... really doesn't encourage me to stop being incorrigible.
Rowan Wintermoon (Dec 6, 2011 3:00:11 AM)
*She blushed, profusely, but cleared her throat.* I...err, um. *She sipped her tea, looking at him, unable to remember what it is she were going to say.*
Thomas J. Morgan (Dec 6, 2011 3:02:09 AM)
Why do you ask how old I am? *He lets his hands find their way to her elbows, running his fingers up and down no more than a few inches, his eyes twinkling, and he smiles warmly*
Rowan Wintermoon (Dec 6, 2011 3:03:49 AM)
*She glared at him for a moment, pursing her lips in frustration as she moved to lean against him from where she sat.* Why must you use adorable antics against me. *She sipped her tea.*
Thomas J. Morgan (Dec 6, 2011 3:07:23 AM)
*he moves to sit with her, and then leans against her, slipping an arm around her shoulder* Because I think they will work. I'm hopeful, anyway. *he grins* I don't think you would be swayed by crassness, or machismo, but I think carefully weilded wit, a dash of charm, and a subtle interplay between being both hunted and hunter might get you to notice me. In time any way.
Rowan Wintermoon (Dec 6, 2011 3:11:42 AM)
*She sipped her tea.* For now, you will make a great couch pillow. *She grinned cheekily up at him.*
Thomas J. Morgan (Dec 6, 2011 3:12:52 AM)
If I'm going to be a pillow, I would rather be one of those body pillows you use in bed. *He smiles back to her, just as cheekily* You know, the kind you casualy toss one of your legs over?
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