Log; Complete

[dr_conscience]

When; Sunday, April 12th, evening.
Rating; idk. PG-ish? Nothing crazy here, folks.
Characters; Dr. James Wilson (dr_conscience) and Morgana le Fey (sleepyseer)
Summary; Oh dear. It's a scandalously May-October date, bbz.
Log;

The restaurant was nice. It wasn't anything too fancy or ostentatious; it was tasteful, classy, but comfortable despite its formality. Wilson opened the door as they approached, smiling warmly at Morgana as he held it for her, gesturing grandly to indicate that she, of course, should enter first.

As he walked in himself, his thoughts were rushing through his head. This was crazy. She was young - very young, much more so than any other woman he'd ever even considered dating. Though it didn't bother her, it did make him feel a little bit self-conscious... it made him question whether this was really right for him to be doing. He was, after all, just at the beginning of a divorce back home, and he'd only been here for a couple of months. Was he just latching onto whatever connection presented itself, contenting himself with the company of a drastically younger woman? He knew he didn't feel that way, but he couldn't help but doubt himself.

Still, it was clear that Morgana was special. Charming, elegant, and very much unlike any of the women he'd been interested in before. Maybe it was the right decision to break the pattern. The age difference be damned; she was an adult, she could make decisions for herself, and she obviously didn't have a problem with how old he was. How much did age really matter, in a place where time held such little meaning? Besides, it was just one date; just dinner.

I have to stop analyzing everything.

He calmed himself, sighing and smoothing his shirt out as he approached the employee by the counter just inside the door.

"Hello, I have a reservation? It should be under Wilson."

The employee found it quickly and began to lead them to their table... well. Here it went.

Just. Calm down.

Comments

Nothing crazy? This entire situation is NUTS!

[sleepyseer.livejournal.com]

Morgana was definitely more comfortable with this entire situation than Wilson was. While men were encouraged to court women their own age, it was not uncommon for an older man to take a much younger woman as his wife, for the purpose of having an heir. Not that this was anything that serious. It was just dinner with an attractive and charming, if much older, man.

He smiled at her and her stomach filled with butterflies. She had missed this feeling. So much of her time and energy had been taken up with worrying about Arthur and Gwen and fighting Uther, her eyes always on the bigger picture, even while here in the City. Only rarely could she let herself go and just be a girl.

The waiter sat Morgana and she took the opportunity to glance around the restaurant. She had never really eaten out while in the City; Gwen was always making dinner. The entire idea was alien to her. She was dressed for the occasion, fortunately enough, but she still felt a little out of place. But with Wilson so nervous, she didn't dare show any of her own concerns for fear he'd misinterpret. She smiled at him, trying to be reassuring.

"So...how exactly does this work?" she asked, a hint of laughter in her voice.

Well. Yes. Yes it is. AIM DIED ON ME BB SOB.

[dr_conscience]

Wilson was starting to relax, albeit slowly. This was just dinner. It was absolutely nothing serious, certainly nothing to be so worried over... he needed to calm down and just enjoy himself. He gave a soft laugh at her question, smiling again.

"Well..." He paused as he made a large shrugging gesture, his head inclining to one side and his brow furrowing, "We eat, we talk. You order absolutely whatever it is you most desire on the menu, I compliment you to no end and probably make an incredible fool out of myself."

He raised an eyebrow as he continued, his smile spreading as he became more relaxed, "It's a strange, admittedly awkward ritual my culture is very attached to. Personally, I accept it as an excuse to spend time with someone whose company I particularly enjoy."

CRAI /KICKS AIM FOREVER

[sleepyseer.livejournal.com]

Morgana gave him a coy look. "That sounds like a tolerable plan," she said with a teasing grin.

Having never been to a restaurant before, it took Morgana a moment to realize what the menu was, and she felt vaguely ridiculous as she opened it up to look at her choices. She was accustomed to twelve course feasts where the servants simply brought out the food and you put what you desired on your plate. The closest she had come to "ordering" anything had been talking with the cook about what to serve for dinner that night.

She skimmed through the menu several times, looking for anything familiar, before giving up. The dishes, like many things in this strange place, were completely foreign to her. "Perhaps you could recommend something to me," she said, closing the menu. "When it comes to modern cuisine, I'm ignorant as a child."

I KNOW RIGHT. It keeps booting me and not even telling me T_T

[dr_conscience]

Wilson nodded quickly a few times, "Oh, of curse... I'm sorry."

He glanced over his own menu, finding a standard variety of what he considered to be normal fare. He figured his best bet, though, was to break things down to the point where he was explaining only the most basic ingredients.

"Well," he glanced back up at her after a moment, offering a look that was both reassuring and apologetic, "Let's say I were to ask something such as- 'Would you like chicken, beef or fish?' Would you be able to answer that?"

the bastard! >[

[sleepyseer.livejournal.com]

"We do have chicken, cows, and fish in Camelot," Morgana said wryly. Did he think she came from some barbarian place? The laws of Camelot were cruel, but it was still civilized. But Wilson was just trying to be thoughtful. She appreciated the sentiment. "How about beef?"

It's the worse, I just end up sitting there IMing into nothingness XDD

[dr_conscience]

Well, he still felt like an idiot, anyway. Embarrassed, he put his hands up apologetically, "Right, right. I'm sorry."

He knew that, of course; he was at least that familiar with the legends, but he was still just a bit on the nervous side.

He let out a small sigh, glancing down at the menu again, "Well. They have a filet mignon, which is usually very good. It's one of the best cuts of beef. I might go with that if I were you."

That's tragical ;_____;

[sleepyseer.livejournal.com]

She had never met a man so easy to fluster. Well, except for Merlin, but Merlin seemed a little touched in the head sometimes, so she wasn't entirely sure he conted.

"That sounds wonderful," she said, doing her best to give him a reassuring smile. She hesitated, not entirely sure where to take the conversation from there, then fell back on the old standby. "And what will you order for yourself?"

It makes me sob forever.

[dr_conscience]

Wilson shrugged again, "Oh, I think I'll try their salmon."

When the waiter returned, he ordered their meals and, of course, a proper accompanying wine. Once that was dealt with, their menus taken away and the two of them left alone again, he offered her a small smile and decided it was time to move the conversation away from the food.

"So, I'm sure that most, if not all of the City has interrogated you on your home already, so we can stay away from that topic if you want. Besides, I'm really much more interested in knowing about you than Camelot."

*hands you tissues forever* Have you tried a different program? Trillian or Adium or something?

[sleepyseer.livejournal.com]

About her? Where would she even begin? Her tumultuous friendship with Arthur? Her sometimes violent conflicts with her king and second father? He already knew about the nightmares that plagued her sleep, though he knew nothing about the secret fears she harbored about them. It was such a broad topic, and so much of it was painful.

Enough, she told herself. This was a fun, casual dinner, not another chance to wallow in misery and guilt. The waiter brought over their wine and Morgana took the opportunity to make sure she seemed nothing more than cheerful and charming.

"What exactly would you like to know?" she asked, sipping her wine and smiling at him.

Used to use 'em. They tell me I'm booted even less >< It's mostly when I'm at Alms' that it freaks.

[dr_conscience]

He sipped his own wine, raising his eyebrows at her. He was interested in what mattered to her, what she wanted, needed, cared about.

"Well," He drew in a deep breath, glancing off to the side before he looked back toward her, "The standard things, really. Your hopes, ambitions, interests... how you feel and think about things. What makes you happy?"

Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeird x_x

[sleepyseer.livejournal.com]

Morgana blinked, momentarily at a loss. Hopes and ambitions? She had never really thought about such things...not for herself, at least. All of her hopes and ambitions rested with Arthur and Camelot. Hope that he would be a better king than his father. Determination to make sure that Camelot is freed from its current oppression. There was nothing else a lady could wish for save a good marriage.

But what made her happy...that was an easier subject. "I am very much a representative of my sex," she said. "I enjoy nice clothes, lively music and dnacing, and good company, such as yourself. Beyond that..." She took another sip of her wine as she thought. "I also enjoy swordfighting and the study of politics," she admitted. "I've read all of the philosophies in Uther's library, and I sit with him whenever possible to observe how he governs. It isn't very ladylike for me to take such an interest in men's affairs, but it's much more interesting than embroidery."

sfjkslajglskdghfds. RL. Stop it. (I am so so slow forever T_T)

[dr_conscience]

Wilson listened intently, a small, pleasant smile lingering on his face as she described her interests. It spread a little when she admitted to her interest in swordfighting and politics.

"Well, that certainly sounds more interesting than embroidery," He grinned more widely, "Ladylike or not, I think it's perfectly within your right to be interested in whatever you choose. Though, it's a different time from my own, of course... my world's a lot more like this one than yours."

Then he paused, pursing a lip as he feigned deep thought, "Well, except for the curses, and the deities... and the shifting between worlds. And, you know, the general complete insanity."

*kicks RL for you* ;_;

[sleepyseer.livejournal.com]

Morgana laughed. "I doubt there is anywhere like the City in the entirety of creation," she said. "This place alone defies all reason."

She leaned back slightly, finding herself relaxing as they talked. By habit her posture was stately and a little stiff; the King's ward had to keep up appearances. But there were no such appearances to keep up here.

"And what about you, Dr. Wilson?" she asked with a smile. "What are your interests? Or do the healing arts consume all your attention?"

hi bb i be back XDDD

[dr_conscience]

Wilson snickered a bit at that, smirking, "Well, most of my attention, but... I make time for other things."

His posture had relaxed considerably; his expression was calm, open, an easy smile on his face. He paused a moment, collecting his thoughts, "I'm afraid some of my interests are sort of unique to my time? I enjoy films, television... theater, too, actually, which is something I'm sure you can relate more easily to. I mean, I'm sure having been here, you've been exposed to the idea of films and television- I certainly don't mean to be offensive in the least."

Then he paused a moment, deciding it was better to step back and steer the topic differently than become flustered again, "More generally? I'm fond of reading, psychology, and, well, who isn't fond of good company, music and dancing?" And, as an afterthought, "I do play tennis, but I'm afraid that's nowhere near as impressive as swordfighting."

my life can begin again! <3

[sleepyseer.livejournal.com]

"Don't disparage yourself, Dr. Wilson," Morgana said teasingly. "If you hadn't told me, I never would have known. I've never heard of tennis. What sort of game is it?"

asdgdskjhdsa. XDDD love.

[dr_conscience]

He grinned in response to that, "Well, in that case, it's a very impressive game - no, a tournament that only the strongest and most highly regarded men in my culture are invited to participate in."

That grin stayed on his face for just under a second before it was lost in a laugh.

"Actually, it's a very simple game. There's a court, with a net dividing the center," He was outlining this with his hands, gesturing to create the rectangular shape and then the division of the net, "On each side of the net is a player - sometimes teams of two. They're equipped with a racket, which they use to hit a ball back and forth. The objective is to hit the ball over the net to the other side, and to have it land within the limits of the court but for the opponent to be unable to hit it back to you."



[ooc: Of course! I love for the awkward. XD]

Re: asdgdskjhdsa. XDDD love.

[sleepyseer.livejournal.com]

As the waiter brought over their food, Morgana smiled and said: "You must teach me to play sometime. I find my hours are terribly idle. Arthur will not hear of me working, and my maid Gwen lets me help around the apartment only grudgingly." That was perhaps a little unfair to poor Gwen -- the girl was too pure of heart to really begrudge anyone anything -- but she still saw herself very much as Morgana's servant, despite Morgana's best attempts to change her thinking.

[dr_conscience]

"Oh, of course, if you'd like," He smiled at her, waiting for the food to be placed down before he continued, "I don't have quite so many idle hours, but I'm sure I could make some for you."



[ooc: asdjkdgjas. RE: AIM~ totally cool with summarizing and skipping forward so feel free to go for that. Pfff... things can get awkward then? Somehow. XDD]

goodbyes are always awkward XD

[sleepyseer.livejournal.com]

"I'm flattered," Morgana said with a coy smile.

The dinner seemed to fly by. The food was excellent, but better still was the company. Wilson was charming and sweet and endearingly easy to fluster. It made him seem very boyish. Morgana couldn't remember the last time she had laughed that well.

well yeah. especially after their last one~ XD

[dr_conscience]

Dinner did indeed pass in a blue, the time passing all the more quickly thanks to how much he was enjoying Morgana's company. Before he'd really processed it, they were back out in the cool night air and, like the gentleman he always strived to be, he was walking her home, his pace leisurely and posture relaxed. He'd definitely become more comfortable over the course of the evening.

"I hope you're not too embarrassed to be seen out in the street with the Elder Doctor W," he teased, his tone grandiose and overdramatic as he spoke his newfound alias, "Who knows what they'll be saying on the Network now."

So Wilson, got anything planned~? (Also, I just noticed how bushy his eyebrows are)

[sleepyseer.livejournal.com]

Morgana laughed. "Hardly," she said. "I couldn't care less about the prattle of idle tongues. Besides, it would all be just jealous chatter anyway. I'm certain your company is in high demand."

Hahaha, I don't even know. (AREN'T THEY GIGANTIC. And yet he's still cute. WTF)

[dr_conscience]

And that, Wilson laughed at. "Well, I don't think I could really say that, but... I appreciate the sentiment."

Then, he smiled more earnestly at her, "Honestly, I feel like I'm the one everyone ought to be jealous of, though. I've really enjoyed spending time with you tonight."

Flying by the seat of your pants, eh? (THEY'RE HUUUUUUGE)

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Morgana smiled and looked away, strangely shy. She wasn't used to such earnest attention; most of the men she knew swaggered and hid their feelings behind false bravado. Was this because he was from the future, or because he was older, or was Wilson just...different?

She was torn between disappointment and relief when they reached her apartment. She didn't really want the night to be over, but she also needed time to think, to make sense of things. She hesitated by the door and gave him a shy smile. "Thank you again for tonight."

He just has NO IDEA what he's doing, so~~~ neither do I. XDD

[dr_conscience]

A lot of the the comfort he had built up faded from Wilson when they arrived at the door. Everything came back to him, now; her age, his own current "status," so to speak, the vast differences in their worlds and cultures. Inwardly, he was doing one of the things he did best - mulling over what he deemed to be a moral dilemma. Outwardly, he offered a tight-lipped smile - nervous, but warm - and raised his eyebrows.

"I'm... glad you enjoyed yourself," he spoke softly, then averted his gaze down and off to a side. He glanced back up after a few moments, one corner of his smile quirking, "Well. I hope you did, anyway."

I don't think anyone knows what they're doing XD

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Morgana lifted an eyebrow. "If you have any doubt on that score, you are not nearly as perceptive as I thought you were," she said archly.

She lingered still by the door, unsure how to say goodbye. She had never been out like this before; she didn't know how the evening was supposed to end. The only thing she had to go off of was the night of the dance, and that was...perhaps not the best example. At the very least, she didn't know how Wilson would feel about it, or even how she would feel about it. So she waited and hoped that he knew what to do.

Pffffffffffffffffffffffffffft he~ll no.

[dr_conscience]

Wilson laughed at that, just slightly abashed, "I had my suspicions, but... I try not to assume."

He was beginning to become aware of a sense of awkwardness lingering over them, and knew that he had to do something to dispel it. He was fairly sure that going in for a kiss was not a good idea; it certainly wasn't proper by the standards of Morgana's society, and he didn't want her to feel like he was pressuring her into anything, because he certainly wasn't. Wherever things may go from here, he was content to be a friend, and he didn't want to destroy any chance of maintaining that.

And then, he had an idea. A smile returned to his face as he gingerly took her hand by the fingertips and forced as much of his nervousness as he could away.

"Well, thank you for the wonderful evening. I hope you'll grant me another sometime," He said as he lifted her hand, punctuating the sentence with a light kiss on her knuckles.

That had really seemed like the better option, but even as he lifted her hand for the kiss, he was doubting himself. He hid it fairly well; if he ever lot on just how much he analyzed everything, everyone he met would think he was insane. But, well, it was done now. He did the only thing he could and hoped for the best.

I don't know why that icon makes me giggle so

[sleepyseer.livejournal.com]

Was she blushing? She prayed that she wasn't blushing, although she could feel her cheeks burning. Which was ridiculous, really -- her hand had been kissed many times. It was a common courtesy afforded a lady. There was no reason for her to be blushing like a milkmaid. With no small effort, she gained control of herself.

"If you ask, I will gladly come," she said. "And thank you again." With those words, she opened her apartment door and went inside.

Sometimes it takes me ages to reply because I hit browse and start giggling at all the Wilsons.

[dr_conscience]

If she was blushing, he wasn't going to call any attention to it. He might as well have been, with the nervous smile that was plastered on his face.

After the door was closed, it broke into a wide smile and he breathed a huge sigh of relief. As awkward as things got at points -- and as much as he doubted whether his pursuing this really was morally sound -- it had been an amazing evening. He even found himself feeling strangely grateful for having wound up in the City at all.

He walked the entire way home in a good mood, forcibly ignoring the moral analysis his brain so desperately wanted to launch into. There would be plenty of time for that once he was done floating along like a high schooler who'd just been on his first date.