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"Something interesting going on?"

Her face lights up. They had memories. Selene was only in New York because Morgan had gone with her when L.A was being torn apart by a vampire plague years ago. How had she lost sight of him? Why had they been pulled apart?

"Morgan..." She said with a fond smile. Selene couldn't recall the last time she had seen him, but that doesn't feel important right now. He seemed to always come to her when she needed someone to pull her out. Though that made her feel a little guilty, she never wanted to use him. With her new found sight from the sacred place, she saw that connection differently. Maybe he was always there when she really needed someone for a reason.

"Perhaps I was speaking of this moment though I wasn't sure at the time that this would happen. Just a feeling of something big...something important coming."

She smiled at him. "Hi."

Morgan smiled back at her and wrapped his arms around her. He hoped hugging her was OK. But too late, she's been hugged now. "Hi. It's so good to see you, Selene."

The old pirate didn't remember how they'd lost track of one another either. But at this point, he didn't care. He let her go. "As much as I like to think of myself as something big and important... What have you been up to?"

Edited 2023-07-10 04:54 (UTC)

A hug was more then welcomed. She wrapped her arms around him and held on tight for several moments in silence. Right then she couldn't help but to think that the universe gives you what you need when you need it.

"Too much to discuss without a drink in hand. Will you join me?" She asked as she drew back from the embrace.

"Of course! Have you ever known me to turn down a drink?" he grinned. Luckily, there was a quietish bar nearby where they could tuck into a booth and talk over drinks without being bothered by anyone. He opened the door for her and guided her to the booth. They ordered drinks, "Alright, dish. Tell me what you've been up to."

Edited 2023-07-10 05:31 (UTC)

Talking to him felt easy. No pressure. No strain. Just easy. When they say in the booth she sat next to him, not across from him. Her heels were kicked off under the table. "I...died. A real, true death." She tucked the long strands of hair away from her face, roots black the ends shocking white. "The hair isn't a fashion statement. When I came back I was changed."

She reached up and brushed his hair from his face. "My life is always messy and complicated. I wish to hear about you. Please."

"Well, I'm glad you came back." The only times he had died had been brief. Morgan's final death would come with the edge of a sword. As it did for all his kind. "I like the hair, and the eye color."

Sitting there, next to her, felt almost as if little had changed between them. As if there weren't years between their last meeting and this, but just a few days. He smiled softly at the familiar and intimate gesture. "Whose life isn't messy and complicated? The last time we spoke, you were seeing someone else. Then I met someone else too. Isabel. She was fun. It lasted a few years, we sailed around the South Pacific a bit, enjoyed the sun and the sand. Then she decided she wanted someone that would settle down with her and give her kids. Two things I'm not really capable of doing." The smile this time, was a little sad around the edges. "She disembarked in Auckland. That was about five years ago. I came back to the West Coast via Hawaii. I sold my shipping company a few months ago and I haven't met anyone else that wants to sail with me." He hadn't bothered adding up his net worth. Morgan supposed if he wanted to he could play the wealthy playboy and have people fawning over him, but he preferred his privacy and his freedom. "Here I am, an incredibly wealthy, incredibly eligible bachelor." He shrugged. He did feel sorry that he had lost touch with her for so long.

Edited 2023-07-11 05:56 (UTC)

"As am I. I would hate to be dead. Very boring." She toyed with the ends of her hair and faintly smiled. "Suppose we all need a change every now and again."

Selene felt the same, the ease she had always felt talking to him was still there. She looked down and sighed, then her eyes drifted back to his face. "I am so sorry, Morgan. That is quite difficult, to invest time and love in someone only to find out you want very different things. Or that they are someone you didn't think they were."

Elbow on the table she props her face in her hand. "What are we drinking, incredibly eligible bachelor?"

"True," his own hair was a little longer than he usually wore it. "I like it. It suits you."

"Thank you," He shrugged, "People come and go from our lives so quickly." It was rare and wonderful to have a friend who shared his longevity. He noticed the waitress coming just as Selene asked about drinks. He ordered bourbon and asked the waitress to bring the bottle and two glasses. He waited until the waitress left before he he continued their conversation. "So who or what is making your life messy and complicated lately?"

"Thank you." She said with a shy sort of smile.

Selene was quiet as the waitress came and went. That was a difficult question to answer. The last conversation with Nathan had ended their relationship. She thought it would crush her but found that it had been very easy to walk away. Things change, people change, and it was time to move on. Still, she had not expected any of it. "The relationship I had been in for quite sometime just came to an end."

As the waitress returned she stopped talking and looked away. She poured a drink for them both and wasted no time in drinking hers. "And then you show up...I am not one to ignore signs when the universe provides the guidance."

Edited (things have changed quite dramatically so.....) 2023-07-13 17:07 (UTC)

"You're welcome," he said, his glass not staying full any longer than hers. "I'm sorry to hear about your break up too. Just kidding," Morgan grinned. He was really sorry for the break up. But was he sorry she was free? Not at all. He rubbed his should against hers. "Kind of hard to ignore the universe when it keeps throwing us together." He pushed his empty glass over so that she could fill it for him.

"No need for sympathy. It was time. I was losing myself." Selene had not been happy for some time. She felt alone a lot. Being lied to had been the catalyst she needed to make a change. Had she not told him it was the thing she could not tolerate?

"I am trying to listen when the world is telling me what I need. But, you know, I have always been too stubborn." It felt easy and natural talking to him. "I want to do something, will you entertain my whims?"

"Well you know, I am always open to self expression." he gave her a wink. "Ooh, tell me what you want to do."

"Nothing devious, yet." She found one of his hands and threaded their fingers together. Bold. More herself then she had felt in a while. "We keep finding each other at strange points in our lives. It feels as if we have never really been able to spend time getting to know one another. I want to play twenty questions. No timid questions. Do not ask my favorite color or flower."

"Shame that, I thought for a moment you were going to ask me to help you rob a bank," he teased a little. He smiled as she took his hand. It wasn't the first time he'd played twenty questions. But a first with her. He chuckled hearing her restrictions. "Alright. You can ask me anything."

"We have already established you have money and I have money. If we are to commit a crime, we need a better one." She smiled at that. "Well I know the obvious, pirate. Your favorite colors will have something to do with the sea. Blue for the water. Black the night sky. Pink or orange for the rise and fall of the sun. What info not know is what do you think of most as you stare up into the Milky Way."

"Oh it wouldn't be for the money, love. It would be for the thrill. Shoot outs and car chases, you know? Though you're right, there are better crimes to commit." He couldn't help but smile with her. "Ah, you forgot the gold," he teased again.

"Oh my, deep questions." Morgan sipped his bourbon and thought for a moment. "Sometimes I used to look up at the stars and feel how big the universe was and how small we are. How little what we do matters. Later, when I learned how to navigate by the stars, they became my map. If you can do that, you don't need a GPS."

Edited 2023-07-16 05:07 (UTC)

"I am quite good behind the wheel of a car." She confessed. Truth be told she was thinking she would rather commit sins not crimes with him. "Gold, of course."

She nodded and took another drink. "I do not care for small talk. So, yes, deep questions." Selene watched him as he thought about it, her eyes staying on his face as he answered. "Do you still believe that? That what we do doesn't matter much?"

"Well, if you ever want to play at Bonnie and Clyde, let me know. You can be my getaway driver," he grinned. "And I agree, small talk is boring."

"Not so much. I'm terrible at being a nihilist. It gave me a little comfort when I was younger though, to know that my father didn't know everything. That the universe was bigger and more amazing than he could ever imagine." He paused, "Of course what we do matters, it matters to us and to the people around us."

"The world is big and amazing. I feel I have been missing out on it for quite some time. Tell me of the best place you have been. The place that will never fail to take your breath away." Selene poured a little more in her glass and took a drink. "And how do you feel about chocolate cake? I just saw them bring something out to that table over there and I think that we need it."

"I've been a lot of places. A lot that always take my breath away," he thought for a moment. "There's a thing I've always been fascinated with. On San Juan Island, Washington there's a beach where plankton glows at night on the water. If you move in the water or splash it, it glows even brighter. It's like living fireworks in the water. It's really amazing." He looked in the direction she indicated. "Oh, that does look good. I think we do need some cake." He signaled the waitress to come back to their table.

"I have only heard of it or seen it in videos but I know what you speak of. Bioluminescence, yes?" When the waitress returned she ordered the cake with two forks. "You don't mind sharing do you?"

She hoped not. She was quite sick of being with men who only thought of themselves, what is mine is mine. Or quite literally smacking her hand away if she dared to take a fry from their plate. One piece of cake for them to share might be a test or just an act of rebellion only she knows about.

"That's correct. Bioluminescence." He let her order the cake, happily. "Not at all. I figured you'd like to share." They could always work off the calories later. At least he hoped they would.

"That must be quite the sight to see in person. Something very magical." Her gaze was intent as she watched him. Eyes drifting from his eyes to his lips. Perhaps the months of not being touched or treated like a woman have left her feeling much needier then even she had realized. "Well, you know I don't need food to sustain me. It is purely for the joy of it."

Shifting on the seat she turned so she was better facing him. "Turn about is fair play, hm? What would you ask me?"

"It is, I'd like to take you to see it sometime," he said. Morgan had known that she didn't need to eat. Well, he'd work the calories off later. The waitress showed up with their cake, giving him a moment to think of a good question for her. "Thank you," he gave the waitress a grin as she delivered the dessert with two forks and left. He slid the plate between them.

"I wondered for a moment if I would get to ask questions," he grinned and waited politely for her to take the first bite. "Alright, if you couldn't be... what you are, what would you chose to be?"

She would happily help him work off the cake and then some. One thing she had always adored about Morgan, he wasn't shy with affection. "I would love to see it."

She stabbed the fork into the cake and pulled off a fork full, but she held it out to him to take.

"What would I be." She repeated. "I have fought so hard to be what I am that is difficult to think about. I don't...as hard as it has been I don't think I want to be anything else. What I would change is how I have spent my time. What matters I have gotten myself tangled up in. If I weren't exactly what I am you and I would not have found our way to this table together. Would you change what you are, love?"

He took the offered bite of cake, "Hmmm, that's good." He the forked up another bite of cake and offered it to her. "That's true. And I wouldn't change what I am now. But that didn't answer my question. If you couldn't be what you are now, what would you be? Or maybe, what did you dream of being when you were a child?"

Edited 2023-07-24 04:35 (UTC)

She thought about her answer as she chewed and swallowed the rich cake. Then washed it down with a drink. "My father. He was an architect. After caring for the horses every morning I would follow him to where ever it was he was working for the day. I always wanted to do what he did. I was fascinated by the things he would create. Though in this day and age I don't believe it would be called an architect. He created vaults, safes, prisons, that sort of thing."

The bourbon complimented the chocolate cake perfectly. "That's really good together," Morgan said, taking another bite of cake. "A builder. Were you close to your father? When was that? I mean... I don't think I've ever asked you how old you are." Not meant to be offensive, but being an immortal or supernatural being, she could be considerably older than him or even considerably younger. As he understood it, vampires didn't age.

"I was born in thirteen hundred eighty two." She isn't offended in the least. Most people don't ask, when they do it is hard for them to really understand. It's nice to be able to share that with someone she knows can understand what that means. "We had a small farm just outside of the town of Szentendre. It is located on the Danube bank at the foot of the Pilis Hills. Yes, we were very close. I was his shadow."

He grinned, it was nice to have someone who understood, "You've got me beat, by about 160 years. Fifteen hundred forty-two, London." He laid down his fork, letting Selene have the last bite of cake. "My father was a Protestant Minister. I think it always irked him that I wasn't his biological son." Which was the kindest thing he could say about the man who raised him. Morgan really didn't want to talk about his father though. He was more curious about her life. "Is Selene the name your parents gave you?"

"It is the name they gave me. Though in our native tongue it is spelled Szelené and pronounced Zelene. I don't recall my family name though, I have gone too long without it." She took that last bite and hummed her approval. It was good. While she didn't need it to survive, it always made her feel just a little more human to eat. Especially to share a meal with someone. Selene leaned into him, a hand upon his chest, lips still sweet from the cake she had just eaten she kissed him softly. "I do enjoy younger men."

"It's a beautiful name either way," he said as he watched her finish the cake. It suited her. He smiled into that kiss, and licked his lips when she pulled away. "I think I'll enjoy being the younger man," he chuckled. Morgan flagged down the waitress as she walked by and asked for the check.

"I promise I will make it a memorable experience." She teased. Selene traced the line of his jaw with a fingertip, then down the middle of his neck to his collar. He had always been a seductive and sensual man. She liked that about him. No hiding how he felt or playing coy. Selene didn't want coy. She would much prefer a man who was confident and wasn't afraid to take control from her. Her hand slid up to lay high on his thigh, right where his leg bent. Bumping her nose against his she playfully teased his bottom lip with her tongue. "I love the way you look at me, Morgan...and I would like very much for you to take me home with you. Or to the backseat of a car. I don't really care."

"My darling, you always make it a memorable experience," he loved her touch. Morgan paid their bill. They lingered in the booth a moment. Morgan nuzzled and kissed her, wishing he had driven his car. He would love to oblige her. "I didn't drive, but luckily, my flat is just a couple of blocks from here." He slid from the booth, drawing her with him. He opened the door for her and offered Selene his arm. They both walked quickly, his long legs making quick work of the short distance.

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Edited 2023-08-05 17:19 (UTC)

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Hello! <3

Pounces you!

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we're in SWS, might need to move this!

No worries!