Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 4:01:20 AM)
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Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 4:02:27 AM)
*Thomas drives well and carefully, making it to the late night coffee shop. When he pulls in several of his students see him and panic rushign to far back corners like cockroaches. THoams walks with an easy gait, putting his hands in his pockets as he walks close, but not to close to Rowan* These people do a great coffee.
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 4:06:27 AM)
*She walked near him, observing the layout and look of the cafe. There was a content look in her eyes as she inhaled slightly.* Mm. Smells wonderful. *She took note of the people moving to the back of the cafe suddenly, and looked to the ground in hopes that her eyes didn't take on the sudden...glow.*
Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 4:08:43 AM)
*The place is small, not corprate and very louisiana. Comfortable even. He leads her to a table, and pulls out her chair for her, but will let her scoot herself in.* I come here a lot. I recomend the sumatran, myself, but I like dark strong roasts that threaten to kick you in the unmentionables. *he smiles, moving to sit across from her easily, and with a relaxed attitude*
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 4:15:27 AM)
*She listened intently, looking around now and then, still curious about those now near the back of the cafe. She smirked, nodding as he spoke and settled herself into the chair he pulled out for her and giggled just a bit when he mentioned unmentionables.* I enjoy dark roast coffees, as well. *She set her purse in her lap, placing her hands over it, her posture casual as she leaned back in the chair.* It seems to be one of the very few things that gives me a good boost.
Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 4:18:42 AM)
*Thomas waves the waitress over and looks up to her. The waitress makes a joke about stodents mentioning his midterms, and Thoams smiles softly and gestures with thumb and forefinger* Two Venti Sumatran roasts, please. *the waitress nods and heads back to fetch their coffees, returning very shortly as they kept it brewed. Thomas picks up his sipping it hot and black and seemign to relax* The stuff of the gods. *he crosses his leg, ankle to knee and looks to ROwan with his head canted slightly to the side* If you want to talk about what has upset you, I am all ears.
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 4:23:33 AM)
*She smiles to the waitress as she departs, and thanks her for the coffee as she takes it in hand. She wraps her fingers comfortably around the cup and inhales the scent of it with a satisfied sigh, 'mm-ing gently'. As she sips from the cup, she looks over the rim of it as Thomas speaks. She lowers the cup, with a slow nod.* Alright...
Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 4:24:32 AM)
*As she prepares to speak, Thomas shifts, feet on the flor planted, leanign foreward, not back, and his eyes on hers, his body language saying he is paying a lot of attention.*
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 4:29:59 AM)
*She tapped the outside of her cup gently.* I attended college here..*She looked back at the students, and smirked softly at him.* I remember that feeling all too well, seeing any of my professors outside of the classroom. *She smiled, though it soon faded, glancing around to make sure no one was in earshot.* It was the end of classes for the semester here...I went to the state university. *She clarified.* And friends and I were out in the Quarter celebrating. Then...*She shook her head.* I started feeling...weird. Just not well. Had hot flashes and was very anxious for some reason.
Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 4:32:12 AM)
*he smiles as she mentions attending college and racting to her professors outside of class as his do, and she can see there is no judgment in his eyes when she says sshe went to a state school. As her tale is told she can see concern for her safety and well being written on his face, and his fingers tighten on the heavy ceramic mug. He is hanging on her every word* Go on, Rowan.
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 4:33:32 AM)
So, I decided to go back to my dorm. I broke off from the group I was hanging out with and ran to catch the next ferry. *She took a long sip of her coffee, clearing her throat as she lowered it, her voice slightly dry despite the sip of her drink.* It was a quiet ride on the ferry, so I just decided to enjoy watching the water. It was a very pretty moon out...and it...well, it reflected on the water. *She smiled a little.* It was beautiful...and hypnotizing.
Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 4:35:30 AM)
*he nods where apropriate, obviously glad to hear that she was on her way back to a safe haven while feeling poorly. He leans in closer as she lowers her voice, the soft ambient music play to obscure low conversational tones. He smiles at her at her description of the moon, his eyes shining as she describes it as beautiful.* I can imagine.
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 4:36:51 AM)
It was,..*She sighed.* But I was being foolish. *She smiled sorrowfully, with a single nod.*
Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 4:37:30 AM)
Foolish how? Was... it your... *Trying to put this diplomatically and hoping she doesn't slap the shit out of him* time of the month as it were?
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 4:45:18 AM)
*Her cheeks turned very red, and she nodded.* For the first time...*She swallowed hard, looking down at the table, sipping her coffee. Her voice becomes harsher, though she tries to be polite.* While I was admiring the water...I was grabbed from behind. Then, I...was knocked out, but not completely. Stunned, you can say. *She cleared her throat, eyes downcast and still sipping her coffee now and again.* I was pinned. And then I was stabbed. *Her hand moved from her cup to point at her shoulder, her waist, her hip and the knuckles of that hand with a slight wave.* And then...as I was, waking up more...*Her brow furrowed, and she shut her eyes for a moment and cleared her throat.* And, after that I felt...different. *She looked into his eyes at that moment, blinking once with a slight tilt of her head.*
Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 4:49:28 AM)
*He listens without judgement, and when she meets his gaze, his own is unflinching. There is no fear in him, only acceptance.* You were in a terrible predicament. You were in danger, and... you became what you are in those situations. *his voice is calm and easy. He takes one hand off his cup and lays it on the table between them, closer to her but not inside her sapce. There is nothing threatening abotu the movement but it is an invitation and a show of trust* Rowan. I am glad you survied that ordeal. For many that tale would have ended differently. If you are worried about what lies within... At times liek this I have to refer to one of my favorite quotes...
Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 4:51:02 AM)
"We are each of us, worlds unto our own. Our bodies the firmament, our souls the sky, and our barbaric hearts held at bay by the silent cities of the mind." If you are worried that my touching you will cause a problem, I have no fear. I trust you. But I will respect you, and if touch is something you shun, I will not do it agian. *his hand slowly and incrementally slides back across the table towards him*
Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 4:51:17 AM)
(( Sorry, The novel cannon was double barreled. ))
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 4:58:28 AM)
*She nods, and smiles before and after she sips her coffee as she hears the quoted text. Keeping an eye on his hand, she feels slightly warmed at the show of trust and places her hand to rest in the spot his hand been at just moments before. She rubs the table slightly with her fingertips as he speaks more, looking him in the eyes as he did. Her gaze wasn't cold, but it was slightly calculating and slightly welcoming.* Be careful who you trust...I mean that. For your safety...and I would appreciate all of that, greatly. Thank you...
Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 5:01:06 AM)
*He takes a sip from his coffee and smiles* Father taught me to be a judge of character. If I have missjudged you, shame on me, and I get what I diserve, but I put my faith in my instincts, don't you? *he flashes her a warm smile, and settles back into hsi seat, still having his attention focused on her fully* And if this means you don't want to find some place out in the middle of nowhere where we can let out those barbaric yawps, I will understand fully. *He smiles and sort of hides behind his mug*
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 5:03:47 AM)
*She coughs slightly, eyes widening with a glance around to make sure no one heard what he said.*
Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 5:05:09 AM)
*no one is near by, no one is listneing, though as she glances around, one of his students sees her looking at him from the back of the room and is back to nose to grindstone* Sorry, did the coffee have a bone in it?
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 5:08:49 AM)
*She shakes her head, an embarassed flush of color rushes to her cheeks.* No, no...just. Well...I've only told that story to my packmate, Sarah.
Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 5:11:31 AM)
And that is one more person than I have shared it with, so, if you want off the hook, no harm, no foul right? Though I did just about have a little spot up river packed out for it. *he smiles softly, leanign forward again, head to the side with sucha casual motion, almost lifting his chin* It's alright, I can imagine if some chatterbox of a knowitall professor asked me out, I would blush too, in your position. What -was- he thinking, right? *He smiles playfully, enjoying the color in her cheeks and gently prodding verbally to coaxe a bit more out of her*
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 5:16:08 AM)
*She sips her coffee, listening. She then smirks slightly, leaning forward just as he did.* Oh...*She nods, smiling sweetly.* You are asking me out?
Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 5:18:24 AM)
No. Technically, by my reckoning, I asked you out when we met. I'm just giving you the option, since now you know I am a boring old stuffed shirt of a professor, I am giving you an easy opt out so you can save face from the endless ridicule of being asked out by a book worm. *he returns her smile, leaning in just a little bit closer*
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 5:23:31 AM)
*She smiles, looking down at her coffee, sighing.* I am flattered...but, honestly. I was just dumped a few hours ago. *She shrugged, lack of confidence apparent in her body language.*
Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 5:25:51 AM)
*A broad grin* Well, that just means it's not cheating if you say yes. *his eyes are on her face intently* If you turn me down, turn me down because I am not good enough for you, or because you don't like me, or I drive you mad, not because someone didn't appreciate you.
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 5:31:43 AM)
*She looked him in the eyes.* I will have a date with you...one one condition.
Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 5:32:18 AM)
Only one? *he smiles* Already better than my last date. What is your one condition?
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 5:33:44 AM)
*She nods once.* I am your guardian until you or Grandmother Hilma can find someone better. *She sips her coffee, eyeing hm over the rim of it as she does.*
Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 5:35:18 AM)
If that is your wish, I will abide by your request. I will make my self as easy to guard as possible for you. *he smiles, lifting his coffee mug to her and taking a a larger drink from the mug*
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 5:38:46 AM)
*She lifts hers as well, drinking the last of the coffee from her mug, setting it down.*
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 5:38:59 AM)
Your optimism is a little comforting.
Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 5:39:36 AM)
Would it be more comforting if I swooned into your arms whispering "my hero"? *he smiles and downs the last of his coffee*
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 5:40:46 AM)
*She raised one single, well-arched and unmoving eyebrow.*
Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 5:42:38 AM)
You will have to forgive me, I haven't been in one place long enough to have one. *he smiles* If I'm being impudent you can correct my behavior later. I did mention my father was strict, yes? *he sets the cup down, tracing the rim of it, seeming very pleased with himself at the moment*
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 5:47:19 AM)
*She smirked, watching him as he traces the rim of the mug.* So you're wanting to make up for the lack of funny and sarcastic remarks you had to miss out on? *She grinned.*
Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 5:48:34 AM)
No, but I anticipate in this sort of relationship there are boundaries, ground rules, and that sort of thing. *smilign warmly* THough I do enjoy making you blush, so I am hoping that isn't prohibited in the bylaws.
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 5:49:10 AM)
As long as it isn't obvious to others at the Sept...*Her cheeks turned pink.*
Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 5:51:01 AM)
Of course. I can see how that would be embarassing to you. Not exactly a fine specimen, am I? *he smiles seeing her pink cheeks* Perhaps we should hop in my car, drive around a bit to work all the details out? *is he leading? Is he following? would he make up his mind?*
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 5:52:11 AM)
It's not...embarassing. *She frowned shaking her head.* I'm not...flamboyant. *Looking around.* Yes, please. A drive would be great.
Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 5:52:58 AM)
*he leaves a twenty on the table for the coffee and waves to the waitress before leading her back out to his car.* A drive it is.
Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 5:53:42 AM)
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Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 5:53:50 AM)
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