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

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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rightontarget
2011-03-29 03:10 am UTC (link)

"You think I forgave him?" Lian asked, tears forming in her eyes. "Do you really think that you meant nothing to me, after all of these years?"

Lian wanted to tell him everything that she felt when he died. How she felt like a part of her had died. How she had done nothing but lie in bed for a week, not caring if she ate and letting her phone ring off the hook.

Her shoulders shook, and she turned around so that they wouldn't see the tears starting to fall down her cheeks.

"Get out," she hissed. "Both of you. Now."

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	violettidemage 2011-03-29 03:16 am UTC (link)
	"Be careful, Little Demon. We both know you couldn't beat me man-to-man. Now, I can see you coming. Can you say the same?" Cerdian asks, before turning his back on Damien and leaving the apartment. There was nothing more to be said here. He and Lian were done. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	headofthedemon 2011-03-29 03:18 am UTC (link)
	"Swim away, little fish." Damien taunts as Cerdian leaves. "Good riddance to bad rubbish." Damien says, turning to comfort his wife. "I am sorry, Beloved. I didn't mean for you to see that. Are you all right?" he asks. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	rightontarget 2011-03-29 03:20 am UTC (link)
	"I was talking to you too, Damien." She said, her back still turned to him. "I want you out. Now." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	headofthedemon 2011-03-29 03:22 am UTC (link)
	"Beloved, do not let his jealousy affect you. We can lie down and talk about this. In time, you will come to see that this was the best outcome for all of us." Damien says. He's not exactly registering that Lian could actually be angry at him, too. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	rightontarget 2011-03-29 03:25 am UTC (link)
	"Are you deaf?!" She snapped, turning around, tears running down her eyes. "Get out! Now!" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

headofthedemon
2011-03-29 03:28 am UTC (link)

Damien takes a deep breath, then another. And another.

"You need food. I will return after I have obtained some for you, and then we will talk about this, Beloved.

I will return soon." Damien says, going to get his coat. He saw a corner store. He would make Hamburger Helper for her this evening and discuss all that has happened.

He turns and leaves the apartment. Perhaps he can catch the Atlantean and finish this before he returns.

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	rightontarget 2011-03-29 03:30 am UTC (link)
	"Don't bother coming back," she hissed at his retreating back. She made her way to her bedroom, slamming the door behind her. She threw herself on the bed, letting herself just cry. (Reply to this)(Parent)

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