Every Little Thing She Does

A few weeks after Quiverwing Duck left his world of origin via a dimensional portal and entered into his current world--which, as it turned out, was not the world he had intended to go to in the first place--he decided to consult someone whom he knew was capable, intelligent, and knowledgeable. She was also the dimensional double of the woman he had been in love with and engaged to for a couple of years, prior to his breaking said engagement.

Needless to say, meeting this world's Morgana Macawber had been a little uncomfortable, but as he'd expected, she was able to offer him important information.

After assisting Morgana in re-obtaining a scrying ball from her cousin Malicia, with whom Morgana had a tenuous relationship with at best, Quiverwing needed a little time to recover from Malicia, and Morgana needed a little time to properly attune the scrying ball.

Thus, roughly a fortnight after that incident, Quiverwing returned to Morgana's manor upon getting her summons, and as he had initially visited her out of costume, he did so on that follow-up occasion as well. Which was to say, he did wear clothing, but it was of a suit and tie nature, and without a mask.

He had also briefly considered the idea of showing up with flowers, and then mentally berated himself the entire cab ride over for even contemplating doing such a thing. Therefore, he was empty handed when knocking on her door, repeatedly reminding himself to behave in an upstanding and professional manner.

    • Morgana Macawber
      Morgana Macawber

      A sentiment Morgana could relate to as she stood in front of the hallway mirror fussing with her hair. Why, why am I primping like a schoolgirl before prom night? This isn't anything special, this is just an informal meeting, nothing more. 

      But as soon as she opened the front door to greet him with a prim smile, it took every muscle in her body to not lean in and give the distinguished mallard a quick peck. He cleans up so well.

      "Quiverwing, so good to see you. Come right in, I have a fresh pot of coffee brewing just for you." She beckoned him inside. 

      "I hope you are feeling better after having your will to live drained via small-talk with my cousin. I will have to give you a few Malicia do's and don'ts to ensure your future interactions with her are marginally less soul-sucking."

      • Quiverwing Duck
        Quiverwing Duck

        When Morgana opened the door, Quiverwing's posture stiffened just a little bit, as he had a similar urge to move forward and kiss her... well, her hand, because she was pretty tall and he could reach that easily. Also, she made coffee just for him. Heaven help him.

        After a too-long moment of gazing up at her, he blinked, then said, "Oh, uh... how very thoughtful of you, thank you very much." He gave himself an internal eye-roll, and entered the house.

        "I would say I've fully recovered," the mallard flashed her a grin. "At this point, I don't think she has anything left to tell me about her past in any case. I'll elect to not worry about it." He waved his hand to dismiss that subject. "That's enough time and energy spent upon her, though. I'd rather hear about you."

        "I hope you've been doing well since we last spoke?" Quiverwing's smile got a little brighter for her. "You look like you've been doing well." Was that too much? Might be a little too much. Not walking it back, though.

        • Morgana Macawber
          Morgana Macawber

          "I've been... well, I've been keeping busy." Her smile faltered slightly. "My restaurant keeps me distracted. I don't know if Darkwing mentioned this to you but I was actually committing crimes when I first came to St. Canard. Joining the workforce has been... an adjustment." She paused and reconsidered how to correct that statement. "N-not that I ever had any intention of turning into a hardened criminal. My sizable debt made me lose sight of my morals, I suppose." 

          They had reached the kitchen by that point and she seemed flustered. Why did she have to bring up her criminal past of all things? That was clearly not what he wanted to hear, Morgana! She mentally disparaged herself.

          "I'm still searching for that dimension." She added, because no doubt that was his main point of interest for visiting her. "I wanted to share with you some of my findings and research thus far..."

          • Quiverwing Duck
            Quiverwing Duck

            As Morgana spoke, Quiverwing watched her with a polite attentiveness. It started out that way, at least; as she recounted her past, he did not seem surprised or scandalized. Perhaps the Morgana he knew had a very similar situation. If anything, his expression got warmer and a slow grin started to curve his beak. By the time they got to the kitchen, he flashed her a rather knowing smile.

            With some mercy, he followed her focus away from her prior activities and onto the subject of dimensional research. "I am interested in what you've discovered." Some of that warmth had gotten into his voice, which had a far more mellifluous quality to it than was the case when he'd first arrived. "And I wanted to say again how much I appreciate your taking the time and effort to do this."

            • Morgana Macawber
              Morgana Macawber

              She had gestured for him to sit at the table as she moved to the coffee-maker.

              "First off, can I start by saying that the number of dimensions featuring some manifestation of Darkwing is... phenomenally unique. I always thought Negaduck was by far the most outrageous doppelganger until I saw what was waiting on the other side of my scrying ball. It is... unsettling."

              She returned to the table with a comically-enormous mug filled to the brim with coffee, and set it down in front of Quiverwing before seating herself across from him. 

              "I've noted common themes among each universe, however. Namely that there is a Darkwing present in all of them. Each iteration is connected to a Gosalyn and Launchpad in some capacity. Sometimes... a version of myself as well." She flushed slightly. 

              "I have also found a few key universes where... Gosalyn is not present, for whatever reason. These dimensions were... they were not pretty. There was one in particular that..." She swallowed thickly. "It was worrisome."

              She shook her head. "I have found a few dimensions where Darkwing is not present but... I do not think you would find them ideal. Unless you are interested in living your life as a mime. Or a heroic fox." 

              • Quiverwing Duck
                Quiverwing Duck

                For a moment, Quiverwing's attention went from its intense focus on Morgana, to an equally intense focus upon that coffee. "Thank you," he said, his hand curving around the mug in a manner that was probably a little more sensuous than it ought to be. He really appreciated coffee.

                Quiverwing resumed listening to Morgana, looking pensive when she mentioned the Gosalyn-free dimensions. "Yeah, I... I'm not looking to go anywhere, where she's gone." He could have stayed home, if he wanted that.

                Taking in a slow, deep breath, followed by a deep drink of coffee, he gave Morgana a lopsided smile. "No, you're right, and I'm not sure I'd be convincing as a fox anyhow." He glanced off, focused on nothing in particular as he mulled through this information. Then, he quietly said, "By the way, you can call me Drake if you like. That's my name."

                • Morgana Macawber
                  Morgana Macawber

                  Her eyes fluttered momentarily with surprise. Not even Darkwing had been so open with her, though she had understood why. Still, it was nice to converse with someone who seemed to know her so well and yet... not at all. 

                  "Drake it is, then." She smiled. "I truly am enjoying our time together. I will admittedly be sad to see you leave us, eventually. I hope this isn't too forward of me to say, but I've grown rather fond of you in our short time of knowing each other. Perhaps it's because, in some ways, it feels like I've known you for longer..."

                  Her hand slid across the table to rest atop his. A gesture that sounded alarm bells in her head begging her to back off. C'mon Morgana this is literally the opposite of what we talked about doing. 

                  • Quiverwing Duck
                    Quiverwing Duck

                    The touch of her hand on his caused a wave of heat to flow up that arm and suffuse his body while his heart thumped so hard he had to wonder for a moment if he was about to drop dead. Quiverwing had started to mentally chastise himself for sharing his first name, but after that gentle contact he could not remember what he had been regretting.

                    He found himself wanting to apologize to her for the appalling way he'd treated her, except he hadn't done that to this Morgana. Mentally, he could keep that sorted out. Mostly. Physically, he was having serious issues with it. Maybe if he didn't look at her face.

                    "It feels that way for me, too," Quiverwing admitted, smiling slightly as he made the mistake of looking at her face. His eyes took on a dreamy, heavy-lidded look and his voice wound down into a soft growl. "I'll miss you, too, when I have to go."

                    • Morgana Macawber
                      Morgana Macawber

                      "I..." She was leaning over the table now, her face inching closer to his.

                      "I'd like to know more about you." She breathed. "You are charming, perceptive, and intelligent..." But with an air of mystery that is drawing me in like a moth to the flame. 

                      "I must confess something." Finally finding the words to speak again. "You intrigue me, Drake. But even more than that, I find myself developing feelings for you. I think it's because you are one version of the mallard I once loved deeply. I see many of Darkwing's best traits in you..."

                      She paused, realizing just how close she had gravitated to him, their bills nearly touching. Catching herself, she pulled away quickly.

                      "I'm confused as to whether I'm drawn to you for you, or because of my residual feelings for Darkwing." She concluded. 

                      • Quiverwing Duck
                        Quiverwing Duck

                        Drake was slowly leaning in as well while Morgana spoke, watching her as if he were completely mesmerized, which he was. His breathing was shallow and his pulse was quick, and while he could hear her words, it was as if they were slightly overlaid by the distant roar of waves rolling in on the tide.

                        Without any conscious thought, he was just closing that last, tiny bit of distance to kiss her, when she suddenly pulled back. He blinked, then also sat back and hooked his finger into his collar, loosening his necktie and undoing the top two buttons of his shirt so he could breathe again.

                        After lightly clearing his throat, he managed to say, "I... suspect there is something of that going on. Regarding your residual feelings. I have some of that happening, as well, I think."

                        • Morgana Macawber
                          Morgana Macawber

                          She bit her lower lip as he popped open his shirt. "If that's the case then..." Her eyes roamed him momentarily. "What should we do?" 

                          Clearing her throat loudly to specify. "That is, being as we are two grown adults who are capable of communicating with one another, I feel it is only necessary that we... discuss our boundaries." 

                          Gosh it is really warm in here.

                          • Quiverwing Duck
                            Quiverwing Duck

                            "Uh, y...es. I agree." Quiverwing gave another quiet clearing of his throat. "Especially as my prior relationship with y... your dimensional double was rather... involved." The focus he had upon her face started to drop downwards without conscious thought on his part. He caught himself and quickly snapped his gaze back up to her eyes. Okay. Wow. Stop trying to imagine her en déshabillé.

                            To his dismay, Quiverwing suddenly realized he didn't have to imagine it because he actually knew, and then he immediately regretted that realization. Looking away from Morgana entirely, he picked up his coffee and took a deep drink from it, then said, "I hope we could be capable of friendship, at the very least."

                            • Morgana Macawber
                              Morgana Macawber

                              "Forgive me if this is too forward but... are you still in love with her?" Feeling emboldened at this point now that she had gotten over the hurdle of admitting their mutual attraction for one another. 

                              "I realize that I'm not her and I certainly would never expect to fill the void of your previous relationship. But... I am here. If you need to see me, be it just to talk or for other reasons. My door is always open to you." 

                              • Quiverwing Duck
                                Quiverwing Duck

                                "I... it's a little complicated." Quiverwing found he was able to communicate decently enough if he did not look directly at Morgana. His fingers lightly drummed against his coffee cup. "We were engaged, and I broke that off, but not because I stopped loving her. I'm just not certain you can effectively be in love with someone if both parties aren't uh, actively pursuing it."

                                Of course, there was the problem that Morgana's presence had a sort of gravitational pull for Quiverwing, and once his gaze flicked her way it was ensnared again. "I, of course, I appreciate that greatly. And naturally I'm more than happy to provide my services for uh." Okay wow, where had that been going, exactly? He started to perspire lightly. "Being a detective as I am, and so on. If you needed it."

                                • Morgana Macawber
                                  Morgana Macawber

                                  "Engaged?" Eyebrow raise. She knew they were involved but did not realize the true extent. She and Darkwing had gotten nowhere close to that point, much to her dismay.

                                  She felt a flutter of sadness. "Then... perhaps it might be best if we remain friends for the time being. I don't think it would be fair to use the exact likeness of your fiancee as an advantage to gaining your interest. She and I may be identical in a lot of ways, but she is her own soul and mind."

                                  Nor could she bear to spend all her time secretly questioning whether he had fallen for her by her own merits, or because he was lamenting his lost love. What if he decided to return to his home dimension? What if she came looking for him?

                                  Clearly this was far more complicated than she imagined. She privately cursed herself - and all other Morganas - for being drawn to this unconventional big-billed mallard. 

                                  "If we can be friends then... maybe it will allow us to get to know each other better, without the baggage."

                                  • Quiverwing Duck
                                    Quiverwing Duck

                                    Quiverwing was gazing at Morgana with barefaced longing, his heavy-lidded eyes smouldering a bit. He actually thought he was just watching her attentively with a neutral sort of expression, but at times he was pretty good at deluding himself. His brain kept telling him that he was in love with this woman. His body, to put it bluntly, kept insisting he was in lust with her.

                                    Her words were getting through to him, however. He felt a pang of sadness, but he could not argue. He didn't deserve a second chance, not this way. "You're... right, of course. I..." Quiverwing tried to drop his gaze, and could not do it. Part of him was worried this might be the last time he'd get to see her. "It wouldn't be fair to you if I was having thoughts and reactions meant for another person. And not fair to her, either."

                                    "Uhm." the drake cleared his throat, quietly. "I do want to be friends with you. I'm sure that, over time, I'll be able to really see you as your own person entirely."

                                    • Morgana Macawber
                                      Morgana Macawber

                                      His thoughts were being projected a bit too clearly, and Morgana felt her face redden. "Well... why don't we start at the beginning then? Get to know each other better." She leaned back in her seat, relaxing her shoulders.

                                      "You can ask me anything you'd like to know about me and my life, I am an open spellbook." 

                                      • Quiverwing Duck
                                        Quiverwing Duck

                                        Typically rather eloquent when speaking with women, Quiverwing found himself at something of an impasse. The questions he really wanted to ask Morgana were completely inappropriate for polite conversation and several of them would be unlikely to be allowed on prime-time television. Probably okay on cable or some kind of streaming service, though.

                                        His face flushed red and he had to tug at his open collar a bit, as if to let out a gust of heat. "W-wh..." Quiverwing cleared his throat lightly. "What do you like to do in your leisure time?" Was that okay? That was pretty clean and unobjectionable.

                                        • Morgana Macawber
                                          Morgana Macawber

                                          "Well... I don't know if this counts entirely as 'leisure' but." She folded her hands together, sitting up straight. "I love experimenting with completely new recipes. Eek and Squeak are my taste-testers most of the time, they have very sensitive palates and are quite good at giving me constructive criticism. The most promising recipes are added to the restaurant menu. Oh! Speaking of which..." She dug around in her non-existent pocket and retrieved a piece of decorative card stock. 

                                          "I've been meaning to give this to you. It's a gift card to my restaurant, The Shadow Chateau. I would love for you to drop by some time. I recently added a new menu of 'Normal' meals for the... less adventurous, even." Entirely unsure whether Quiverwing shared the same taste buds as his dimensional double. 

                                          • Quiverwing Duck
                                            Quiverwing Duck

                                            With a little sigh of relief, Quiverwing relaxed a bit. Restaurants and food, very safe subjects to discuss. "That's right, you're a restaurateur. I'd certainly love to see your place."

                                            "Although," he held up a warning finger, "I'm not the best judge when it comes to cuisine. I've been told that I don't have a discerning enough palate, because I'm generally willing to eat anything." For a few reasons, he was not a picky eater. The challenge with him was to get him to eat at all when he was in a dour mood.

                                            Grinning at Morgana, he shrugged a little and said, "Some folks therefore feel that any compliment I can give is damning with faint praise." He thought about what he had said, and then added, "Uh, and sorry for saying 'damning', there. And for saying it again just now."

                                            • Morgana Macawber
                                              Morgana Macawber

                                              She brightened considerably as soon as she heard 'willing to eat anything'. Oh boy, a challenge

                                              "In which case, could I perhaps interest you in some pastries I was working on earlier? They're still warm, fresh out of the oven..." 

                                              And also wriggling, as Quiverwing would come to find out when one of the baked goods was set in front of him. 

                                              "I've been trying to reinvent a whole new recipe for Booberry Tarts as a signature attraction for the restaurant." She explained. "I must say I'm rather proud of the result, it never occurred to me before that switching out the pixie pus for caterpillar custard and then dribbling pina colada mix on top would truly make a unique twist to an old classic!" 

                                              • Quiverwing Duck
                                                Quiverwing Duck

                                                Being served food that was still moving was not outside of Quiverwing's experience, but it had been a while since he had encountered it. The look he gave the squirming pastry was not one of dismay or disgust, he mostly looked a little concerned. If he bit it, would it... scream? Morgana wouldn't serve him something that was alive and able to feel pain though, would she? No. Probably not.

                                                "I don't know what any of that means," he admitted. "Other than 'pina colada', although I'm a straight bourbon man, myself. I'll trust your expertise when it comes to culinary concoctions." He bit the pastry. As long as it didn't bite him back, he was fine with it.

                                                • Morgana Macawber
                                                  Morgana Macawber

                                                  No screaming at least, although there may have been a bit of tap-dancing on his tongue. Morgana studied him carefully to gauge his reaction. Normals were the core demographic attending her restaurant and since Quiverwing was a Normal, it was important to pay attention to his feedback. 

                                                  "Oh, also I hope you don't have any food allergies." She added far too after the fact. 

                                                  His head appeared to still be screwed on and also facing the proper direction, so that was an improvement from her previous recipe. 

                                                  • Quiverwing Duck
                                                    Quiverwing Duck

                                                    When the movement was ongoing inside his mouth, Quiverwing did have a look of mild consternation on his face, but that was all. "It's pretty tasty," he said, after swallowing. "The..." he wasn't certain how to describe it. "...squirming was unexpected, some people might find that surprising." After some further thought, he admitted, "Actually, I kind of liked that part."

                                                    He had certainly never given thought to food allergies. "I don't think I have any. I've eaten food all of my life and it hasn't killed me, yet."

                                                    • Morgana Macawber
                                                      Morgana Macawber

                                                      "Oral wriggling... enjoyable." She was writing down in a notepad. 

                                                      "That sounds promising, thank you Quiverwing!" She smiled. "Again, I... really appreciate your being here."

                                                      OoOoooOhhhhh NOOOOOO RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEE

                                                      "Oh! Is it three 'o clock already?" Glancing over at the ornate Grandfather Clock that moaned with the restless spirits of casualties from an ancient Atlantean civil war. 

                                                      "I'm afraid I have an appointment I need to prepare for." She stood from her seat. "But I do hope we can speak again soon? Or maybe do... friend-type things?" Whatever that entailed.