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Damien al Ghul/Damien Wilson ([info]headofthedemon) wrote in [info]dc_nextgen,
@ 2011-03-27 22:14:00


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Entry tags:inactive - damien wilson, inactive - lian harper, npc - cerdian, plot - "uncivil war"

Dying Slowly
(This takes place one week after these events)



Damien was experiencing deja vs as he exited the cab, tossing the wad of cash at the driver. His fever was still high, though he'd managed to successfully stumble his onto and off of a private airplane (hiding in the freezing cargo hold) and get to a cab. His stomach wound was healing, somewhat, but it still bled quite a bit when he checked it. It wasn't closing all the way, which was a problem. Grandfather had twisted the blade to make sure it didn't.

Morgaine would have taken him to a hospital and forced the doctor not to say anything.

Morgaine....

He couldn't believe she was gone.


Even in his feverish state, it takes him several seconds to pick the lock to Lian's door  (gods, he hoped this was her door) and get inside. The apartment is empty. He's managed to catch her while she was out. He closes the door and locks it, then walks over to her couch, where he passes out again.

This time, he would make sure his wife came home with him.
 



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Re: Twelve Hours Later....
[info]rightontarget
2011-03-28 04:05 am UTC (link)
Lian had managed to move Damien from the living room into her bedroom, lying him in on the bed. She had managed to clean almost all of the blood off of her floor and couch, as well as off of him. It was the only way she had been able to focus for the the past twelve hours. She hadn't even slept, and it showed on her face.

"I'm here, Damien," she said, sitting on the bed next to him. "Are you alright?"

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Re: Twelve Hours Later....
[info]headofthedemon
2011-03-28 04:15 am UTC (link)
Lian would have noticed that, over the last twelve hours, Damien's wounds had healed completely, as if they'd never been.

He looks over to her and tries to sit up so that he can face her, but the room is still spinning a bit.

"And now you know my last secret, beloved. Death is but a door for me. I do not like to walk through it, but it is useful at times.

I am sorry if I frightened you." Damien says.

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Re: Twelve Hours Later....
[info]rightontarget
2011-03-28 04:19 am UTC (link)
"It's okay," she said. "I just thought...I thought you were dead. Well...dead is in not coming back dead."

"Why are you here, Damien?" She asked. "And more importantly, how did you end up like this?"

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Re: Twelve Hours Later....
[info]headofthedemon
2011-03-28 04:28 am UTC (link)
"I came home to my family because I love you. All three of you." Damien explains, as if Lian should know this already.

"I am also here to protect you. My grandfather, Ra's al Ghul, is alive. He kidnapped my mother and he..." Damien pauses to collect himself, as he doesn't want his wife to see him as weak.

"He murdered Morgaine, Lian." Damien says softly.

"He threatened to come after you and our children, and I will not let him take you /or/ them." Damien says.

"I am going to kill Ra's and reassert myself as the Demon's Head." Damien says.

"Then we can all be a family again. This time, forever."

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Re: Twelve Hours Later....
[info]rightontarget
2011-03-28 04:34 am UTC (link)
"I'm sorry to hear about Morgaine," she said softly. She knew how important his sister was to him.

There was a long pause.

"Do you think we could still be a family...without you being the Demon's Head?"

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Re: Twelve Hours Later....
[info]headofthedemon
2011-03-28 04:40 am UTC (link)
The question surprised him more than anything. He'd never truly considered what his life would be like without the League of Assassins. Not many assassins did.

Usually, those who left the League ended up dead in short order. If Morgaine was still alive, he could just give the League to her and walk away.

"If Morgaine was still alive, then yes, we could. Or James. James would not do us harm. But if my cousin Henry became the Demon's Head, he would hound us to the ends of the Earth until he was sure I wouldn't take it back." Damien says.

"And then I would have to kill him and reassert myself again, just to keep us safe. I guess, in the end, that the answer is no." Damien says quietly.

"I wish it were otherwise, Beloved."

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Re: Twelve Hours Later....
[info]rightontarget
2011-03-28 10:26 am UTC (link)
"I can't live with the League, Damien." Lian said quietly. "I don't belong there. You know that."

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Re: Twelve Hours Later....
[info]headofthedemon
2011-03-28 12:21 pm UTC (link)
"That is not true, Beloved. You are respected by my people. You could return and it will be as if you never left. You belong with me, and I with you." he says.

"Everything else is just details, compared to that. I promise that you will always be safe and happy, and so will our babies." Damien says.

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Re: Twelve Hours Later....
[info]rightontarget
2011-03-28 02:46 pm UTC (link)
"I can't just leave my family and everyone I care about behind, Damien," Lian said. "Not again."

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Re: Twelve Hours Later....
[info]headofthedemon
2011-03-28 11:50 pm UTC (link)
"You were willing to, once. Why not again?" Damien asks, looking at Lian.

There had always been an energy between them, a sense of excitement every time they were in each other's presence that made each moment pregnant (no pun intended) with possibilities.

That energy was not here now. Right now, Damien felt as if he were walking on eggshells and the gulf between him and his wife was as wide as the ocean that separated them.

"Has the Atlantean made his presence known to you?" Damien asks, suddenly.

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Re: Twelve Hours Later....
[info]rightontarget
2011-03-28 11:56 pm UTC (link)
"That was different," Lian said. "I was supposed to be undercover looking for my mother."

Not that ended very well.

At the mention of Cerdian, Lian raised an eyebrow.

"No, he hasn't." Pause. "Why do you ask?"

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Re: Twelve Hours Later....
[info]headofthedemon
2011-03-29 12:19 am UTC (link)
"I saw the Atlantean at the end of the battle, alive and well. I note that the last time we were together, you were willing to entertain the thought of being with me." Damien says.

"Now that he has returned, you seem to be less interested. The timing catches my attention." Damien says.

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Re: Twelve Hours Later....
[info]rightontarget
2011-03-29 12:25 am UTC (link)
"This has nothing to do with Cerdian being back, Damien." Lian said firmly. "It has everything do with I don't want to raise my kids in the League of Assassins."

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