Two Lovers, Forbidden from one another...

Morgan flips to one book and then mutters in a anoyed voice as the binding cracks "Cant sell this now damnit."

Aithil floats into the pub with a hum of her voice and a sweep of her hand over the book to flip the page. She smiles more broadly as she looks it over. "Right. Right-right-right. THIS! This is what I was looking for. You are that dumb passage I hate so much. And you're already notated!" She gives a crinkle to her nose, glancing up from the book for a moment to catch sight of Morgan.

Aithil gives a little sniff, a raise of her chin. She still hasn't forgotten the embarrassment that Morgan had given her last time they were in this very pub. She flips the page dramatically... the flips it back.

Morgan would not notice Aithil as she is so angered at how she made a rookie mistake and messed up a book, but she did speak up "I know we are a bit upset at each other but please join me."

Aithil glares at Morgan, then puts her nose up in the air again as she continues floating, "Ask /nicely/." She says it overly dramatically. One arm crossed over her front as the other is still holding the book with her thumb keeping track of the right page.

Morgan looks confused "I said please, more then that would be begging."

Aithil opens and closes her mouth a couple times, with a frown as if... this was not right. She had expected something different - maybe she even misheard the first one. Either way, Aithil floats there next to the table, her mouth opening and clothing in a very fish-like way. "Oh." She moves a little closer, then a little further back, back forward to reach for the chair.

Morgan uses mage hand to help herwith the chair as she thinks it might be odd to do things like that "I am sory, I know you dont like baudyness."

Aithil murmurs something as the chair is pushed back with help and she bites the inside of her lip. Soon she slides up onto the chair, hovering a little bit above it. Her eyes dance again off to the side, not saying anything at first as she chews her lip a bit more. She frowns and looks down into her lap before nodding. "I don't like that, no. The crass-ness isn't... me. At all."

Morgan nods "Well my love as many tell me I have no filter and tend to be a bit rude. I do try not to but things slips out, but that is hence why I dont have to many close friends.... well except for you."

"It's not about being rude!" Aithil says with a bit of an edge leeching into her voice, she looks up sharply toward the other woman. "It's about... being crass. Telling people intimate things, doing things that embarrass me in public because you're talking about /personal/ things." Her eyes sway off to one side, then to the other, her hands moving off to one side and then the other.

Morgan nods "I understand your feelings but do you understand mine?"

Aithil looks off to one side, then the other, her mouth opening and closing with her brows furrowing deeply. "I, uh, wha-what?" She shakes her head from side-to-side with another furrow, "You're asking if I understand that you have a difficult time filtering yourself?"

Morgan shakes her head "you use me at your convenience, I love you and I want every one know it. I hate that you come and see me when you only want it."

Aithil squints at Morgan, "I didn't even know you were here and I came to sit at the table because you asked, that's hardly at /your/ convenience." The elf sitting across from her sets the book down roughly on the table.

Morgan nods "this was by chance I will admit to that."

"Half the time it is." Aithil says with a purse of her lips, "The rest of the time it's one or the other. There is no at my convenience about our meeting. Now it /is/ when we /talk/ about us, but I told you -why-. That's not my fault that they're that-that ridiculous. I'm not about to disown my family!!"

Morgan nods "But it would be nice to have some one to stand up for me as I will stand up for you."

Aithil's brows knit further inward and she starts drumming her fingers along the table. "Morgan, no one is putting you /down/. How can I stand up for you if there's nothing needed to make you be tall? What? Just because I won't demand that the council accept my choice and thus lose my family? Or force them to change their lives to accommodate me?"

Morgan shakes her head "that is a bit low and even coming from me. But let me put it like this what would you think if my family said I can not be with you. But I keep you around where you have to say your are single and no one is part of your life, and then while you feel lonly you have to rebuke any advances because you are truely in love with some one."

Aithil stares at Morgan. Stares at her. A slow blink, a raise of an eyebrow into that high arch once more as her hands come up to cross over her chest again. "You mean /exactly the situation I'm in/? WIth the only exception that my /family/ didn't say it. My Family is /happy/ for me, it was the /council/ that's throwing a fit. Bit of a different, Morgan! Otherwise, yes, I have to say I'm single. I have to keep people at arm's length. /Yes/ I have other people that are council approved coming to try and court me - as well as the others."

She blows out a huff, making a lock of hair float up before floating back down. Her eyes still fixed on Morgan, "The only other part I'm /not/ too sure about is if I'm in love or not because if this is love - it's infuriatingly circular."

Morgan sighs "You are not a sociopath, I know you know what you feel."

Aithil shakes her head, looking back across the table again at Morgan, "It's not about being a sociopath, it's the fact that - I don't know! I don't know what this is. I've never been like this before. It's new, damn it, and you're not making this easy!" She huffs, looking down and away from Morgan with her lips forming a thin line.

Morgan smiles and stands as she circles and places a kiss on the forhead but not forcefully "my dear, I love you and also in love with you. I have the feeling you know it to. But if you feel the same way you have to figure that out." she takes a few steps back and says "Please let me know." she then walks towards the door and then disaperas magicaly forgetting the empty books on the table.