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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	Re: Twelve Hours Later.... 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." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

Re: Twelve Hours Later....

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.... 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?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	Re: Twelve Hours Later.... 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. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	Re: Twelve Hours Later.... 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." (Reply to this)(Parent)

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