Open RP post for Maggie Garcia

[talesuntold]

Because we chose to tell the truth
(The cool of age, the rage of youth)
And stand against the lies of old
(The whispers soft, the tales untold)
We find ourselves the walking dead
(The loves unkept, the words unsaid)
And in the crypt of all we've known
(The broken blade, the breaking stone)
We know that we were in the right
(The coming dawn, the ending night).
So here is where we stop the lies.
The time is come. We have to Rise.

—From Dandelion Mine, the blog of Magdalene Grace Garcia, August 7, 2041.

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[talesuntold]

If Dorena is going to make staying on the couch so appealing, breakfast can certainly wait a little longer. Maggie never eats before getting online anyway; she has priorities. She balances her tablet on one knee and leans her head on Dorena's shoulder.

"Is profanity a limited resource? I wonder how one replenishes it, if so," she murmurs as she pulls up the site statistics for a quick glance before moving on to her inbox.

[notawaterfall]

"I could make a few comments about fucking." Dorena said, leaning against Maggie's head and landing a peck on her hair. "It seems the source of most naughtiness."

[talesuntold]

"But talking about fucking further depletes your profanity stores." Inspiration strikes, and Maggie grins slowly. "If you use up all your profanity talking about fucking, does actually fucking restore it? That's a theory that ought to be tested at some point."

[notawaterfall]

"Well, of course I have more after sex. It means someone's given a fuck. How else would it work?" Dorena laughed lightly and nudged Maggie. "But yes, experimentation may be needed."

[talesuntold]

Maggie laughed too, sliding an arm around Dorena and pulling her even closer. "You know I give plenty of fucks about you, right? And I'm fond of experiments, so long as they don't involve a laboratory." She ran away from the family business.

Tilting her head, she kissed Dorena's neck lightly. "Let me know if you ever run short and need to replenish your store of swears."

[notawaterfall]

Dorena mumbled something that wasn't quite coherent, leaning into the kiss. "I may have a clue." She stroked the back of Maggie's neck. "I give more than a fuck about you."

[talesuntold]

"Good," Maggie said cheerfully, punctuating the word with a quick, playful bite. "I occasionally invite people I give a fuck about over for the night, but I need to give a lot more than that to have the same person underfoot every day. Have I mentioned how much more pleasant my mornings were this week?"

It was unspeakably nice, actually, knowing that even when any houseguests go home she wouldn't be left alone in her big old house. Even if she hadn't admitted it in words yet, Maggie hoped the message got across.

[notawaterfall]

Dorena's laugh was a little too throaty to be a giggle but she snuggled into Maggie. "News to me." Leaning into the warm weight of the other woman, Dorena gave her a sappier smile.

"You like me. You like like me." She kissed Maggie's nearest patch of skin. "You have good taste. I like you."

[talesuntold]

Maggie laughed warmly, setting aside her tablet and turning to stretch her legs across Dorena's lap. She hesitated a second, then went ahead and admitted, "You know, love might be a more accurate term."

For her own feelings, at least. She didn't need or expect Dorena to reciprocate right now, so she added lightly, "And I intend to make this house as comfortable as possible just in case you want any extra incentive to stay. Let me know if you'd like anything. Breakfast requests, for instance."

[notawaterfall]

Dorena paused, stiffening at the L word but relaxing when Maggie continued onward. "I'm invited to stay? That certainly makes me more comfortable."

She dropped her hands to Maggie's waist, squeezing her waist lightly. "For breakfast? Tea, toast, turkey bacon. Those are always accepted."

[talesuntold]

Maggie notes the discomfort but doesn't react to it. She won't push, she just wanted to say how she felt at least the once.

"I happen to have all of those in stock. What about non-breakfast requests?"