Lian Harper/Jade Arrow (rightontarget) wrote in dc_nextgen,
@ 2010-08-31 22:37:00

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inactive - damien wilson, inactive - lian harper, inactive - morgaine king, plot - "dangerous little games we play"

Breaking and entering
It had taken Lian a few days to get there, but she'd made it to the League of Assassins headquarters. Several flights later, after staying in a cheap hotel, she'd made the trek through the Arabian desert, traveling light, taking only her bow and knives, but carrying just enough food and water to where she wouldn't starve to death or die of thirst.

That and the headquarters for the League of Assassins, wasn't exactly the easy place to find. You had to know where to look.

Luckily, there's a perk in having a parent for a member.

Lian made her way to the entrance, making sure to stay hidden.

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	headofthedemon 2010-09-02 02:27 am UTC (link)
	"Are you an action-junkie, Lian? If you are, I daresay we can aid you in finding your next high, if you are able to dedicate yourself to our cause." Damien says, leaning back in his chair. "What is your favorite food, Lian?" he asks. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	rightontarget 2010-09-02 02:33 am UTC (link)
	"I am," she said, "I believe you'll find me to be very useful." "Pasta. I have simple tastes." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	headofthedemon 2010-09-02 03:05 am UTC (link)
	"Pasta, it is." Damien says, nodding to the servant. "How do you wish it prepared?" Damien asks her. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	rightontarget 2010-09-02 03:16 am UTC (link)
	"It doesn't have to be done really fancy," Lian said, "I'm fine with just tomato sauce and meatballs. Or if you want something not so plain, I'm fine with that, too. Though maybe with wine as good as this, we need something a little more classier." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	headofthedemon 2010-09-02 03:22 am UTC (link)
	"Hm. I have not had good pasta in quite sometime." Damien says. He nods to the server, who goes to convey Lian's request. "So, tell me more about yourself, Lian. Do you dance? Do you read or play music? What else can you do besides archery?" he asks. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

rightontarget
2010-09-02 03:37 am UTC (link)

"I'm not the greatest cook. I live off of food that's fairly easy to prepare. Hence the pasta."

"I'm not a professional by any means, but yes, I can dance. I read in my spare time pretty much anything I can get my hands on, though I have no lick of musical talent whatsoever. I'm a complete work-out addict. I like to be kept busy. I've never been one for sitting still for long periods of time. It bores me."

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headofthedemon
2010-09-02 03:41 am UTC (link)

"My mother would kill me if she knew I could cook. She considers such a job for servants, but I enjoy it greatly, when I am allowed to do it." he says with a smile.

"I am versed in ballroom dancing and I can play the violin and piano. Both of those are my mother's doing. I also enjoy sparring, due to my father's influence. I've only had my sister to compete against until now, so it is good that you came." Damien says, regarding her with renewed interest.

"I do not mean to bore, Lian. Shall we dance?" he asks.

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rightontarget
2010-09-02 04:02 am UTC (link)

"I live on my own. And I lack the salary to survive on takeout alone. My specialties are pasta and bacon. Anything that comes out of a box. I'm not a gourmet chef, I am afraid." She smiled back at him.

"I tried piano lessons when I was younger. I bit the instructor, so needless to say, it didn't end well. I preferred to be more active, when I was younger. As you can tell, I've been studying various forms of combat since I was very young." She was surprised with easily she was able to talk to him. Like the words just rolled right off her tongue.

"You aren't boring me at all, Damien-Mr. Wilson. And I would love to dance."

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headofthedemon
2010-09-02 04:12 am UTC (link)

"You bit the instructor?" Damien asks, laughing aloud. The sound is warm and genuine, as though Lian's just told him the first joke he's ever heard. "Obviously, your instructor was not very good, then."

He had noted the way she moved and fought, the grace that lived in every single action she took. He'd never seen anyone move like that. Even Morgaine, with all her training, was not as...liquid as Lian seemed to be. Damien found his thoughts turning questions where else that grace might be applied...

"Very well. Come with me." he says, standing up and offering his hand to her. He will lead her out of a door on behind his chair, and into an underground garden in full bloom. There are roses, orchids and lilies among the hundreds of flowers there.

The sounds of orchestra music filter in from all around them as Damien leads her in time with the notes of the song.

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rightontarget
2010-09-02 04:23 am UTC (link)

"I did. I was five and didn't like being told what to do." She chuckled.

He was making her heart race, and Lian felt like her head was spinning. She took the offered hand, allowing herself to be led to the underground garden.

"This...this is beautiful." She said, taking everything.

Relax, Lian. He probably takes all of the girls here. You're supposed to be here on a mission, remember?

She danced around the room in time with him, her eyes not leaving his.

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headofthedemon
2010-09-02 04:29 am UTC (link)

"I have issues with authority myself, which is why I like being in charge." he smiles down at her. He draws her closer to him, the world falling away as he searches her eyes.

"This is but one of many gardens I have and they are not all underground. I have homes in many places in the world; this is the smallest of them. We will be leaving for the Amazon in three days' time." Damien says, his hand tracing down the small of her back.

"Perhaps you will tell me what you think of the garden there, in relation to this one? Or maybe you will tell me your favorite place on Earth?" he asks.

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rightontarget
2010-09-02 04:39 am UTC (link)

"There's nothing wrong with that. Having no one to answer to, except for yourself. Being your own boss. Making your own rules."

"I'd love to see it," Lian said, "If it's as beautiful as the one here, I'd love to see it. As for my favorite place on Earth, sadly, I have not seen as much of it as I'd like to tell you. Hopefully, that'll change one day."

The last guy who's hand dropped a little too low for her taste, Lian dropped kicked him across the room. With Damien, she didn't seem to mind, letting herself get closer to him, just keeping her eyes on his.

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headofthedemon
2010-09-02 04:54 am UTC (link)

"Continue on with us and you will see every corner of the world by the end of the next year at the latest." Damien says, twirling Lian about as they move through the garden.

"Paris is nice in the Spring, Italy is good in the Summer, but I love Vermont in the Fall. There's something about the place that I can never get out of my head, no matter how hard I try. So I return there every year." he says.

The song changes several times, but Damien's eyes never stray from Lian for too long. He does have to make sure he doesn't lead them into a wall, does he not?

"What is your fondest wish, Lian? If you could have anything before the end of your life, what would that be?" he asks.

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rightontarget
2010-09-02 05:06 am UTC (link)

"That's a very tempting offer you make there, Mr. Wilson," Lian said a smile. "I just might have to take you up on it."

"Vermont is lovely. Especially when the leaves begin to change color in the fall. And the maple syrup is delicious."

Her eyes rarely left his.

"I like to know that I lived a full life. Or at least, as full as possible. I'd like to know that everything I've done hasn't gone completely to waste. That something I've done has mattered."

And that's the honest to God truth.

"And yours?" She hoped wasn't being too forward, but she couldn't help but ask.

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headofthedemon
2010-09-02 05:15 am UTC (link)

"First...please call me Damien. Every time you say 'Mr. Wilson', I'm not joking; I check for my father. He's rather good at showing up unannounced and at all the wrong times." Damien tells her.

He smiles as she talks about Vermont Maple Syrup. He can almost taste it right now as he thinks of it and considers having some with whatever breakfast is tomorrow.

"I want to leave a legacy that will endure throughout time, Lian. I want the one that truly makes any person immortal.

I want children." he says simply. "My children will have the best of everything all of their lives, but...such dreams are more difficult to achieve than most of the dreams that some people consider impossible." he tells her.

He is considering doing something impulsive just as the servant returns to tell them that the food is ready.

"Will you join me?" he asks, taking her hand again. This time, he laces his fingers with hers to test a theory of his.

Yes. Their hands do fit together.

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rightontarget
2010-09-02 05:27 am UTC (link)

Wilson. Now it hit her. Of course. It suited someone of Talia al Ghul's nature to have a kid with Deathstroke of all people.

"I am glad he is not interrupting us now, Damien," Lian said with a small smile.

Yes. Because Deathstroke would uncover her for exactly who she was. And then she'd be fucked up the creek without a paddle.

He made her heart race. He was the son of two mass-murdering psychopaths, and he was the leader of the League of Assassins. He wasn't supposed to be making her heart race, wasn't supposed to be leaving her short of breath.

But he was passionate, driven, and intelligent. He knew what he wanted, and he took what ever means necessary to get it.

He reminded her of herself.

She locked eyes with him, letting her hand relax against his.

"Yes."

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headofthedemon
2010-09-02 12:37 pm UTC (link)

Damien smiles. "Then let us go." he says, leading her back toward the head of the garden and the entrance to his chamber.

When the pair re-enter the room, Lian will notice that there are several types of pasta there for her choosing. Spaghetti with meatballs, fettuccine with bacon, and angel hair pasta with chicken. Their glasses have been chilled and refilled, more of the red wine they'd previously enjoyed.

"I admit that I am surprised that you are such a good conversationalist. Would you agree that this dinner is going well, Lian?" he asks.

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	rightontarget 2010-09-02 02:28 pm UTC (link)
	Lian smiled appreciatively at the pasta buffet in front of her. Definitely better than the pasta with ragu sauce that she normally ended up making for herself at home. "I'm full of surprises," she said with a grin, "And yes. I agree that this dinner is going well. Very well." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	headofthedemon 2010-09-02 03:01 pm UTC (link)
	"Then will consent to joining me for breakfast in the morning?" he asks. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	rightontarget 2010-09-02 03:23 pm UTC (link)
	"Certainly. Though you're warned ahead of time, I'm not a morning person." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	headofthedemon 2010-09-02 04:38 pm UTC (link)
	"Do not worry." Damien says pulling out her chair and waiting for her to sit down. "We will change that." Damien smiles. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	rightontarget 2010-09-02 04:39 pm UTC (link)
	"Strong coffee?" Lian asked with a smirk, as she took her seat. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

headofthedemon
2010-09-02 05:01 pm UTC (link)

Damien wasn't expecting such a quick and clever comeback. He laughs again, as if Lian has just told him the first good joke he's ever heard.

He takes his seat and begins placing food upon the plate for Lian.

"You have a sharp wit. You think quickly on your feet. I remain impressed by you." he says.

"Cheshire does not speak of her life, often. I take it that you are not close with her?" he inquires.

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rightontarget
2010-09-02 05:42 pm UTC (link)

"Like I said earlier, it helps to think on your feet in this life. Because if you don't, well...the results will be rather messy, we'll say."

She took another sip of her wine. Her mother was a touchy subject, even with those that knew her very well.

"My mother's lifestyle meant that she couldn't be in mine as much as she wanted. So, no, we are not close. She loves me, in her own way, but we've never been extremely close."

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headofthedemon
2010-09-02 05:53 pm UTC (link)

"Would you believe that I know something of how you feel?" he asks genuinely.

"My mother has always had her plans for me, her goals and desires. She only wants who and what is best for me, but it is /her/ definition of those things. As you can imagine, it leads to conflict." he says with a rueful smile.

"But I am aware she loves me. Always." he says.

"What about your father?"