[Fic] Suil A Ruin (2/7)
Aug. 14th, 2007 09:04 amTitle: Suil a Ruin
Fandom: The Dresden Files (book)
Characters: Morgan, OC
Word Count: 5,203
Rating: PG
Summary: Morgan is going to take a leave of absence whether he wants to or not.
"Whispering world; A sigh of sighs
The ebb and flow of the ocean tides
One breath, one word may end or may start
A hope in a place of the lover's heart
Hope has a place in the lover's heart."
-- Enya
I woke at dawn and said my meditation, rolling out of bed and stretching before I listened to see if Morgan was up and about yet. Which, upon reflection, was a silly sort of question. Of course he was up and about, he was probably getting up around the same time I was, and out of a similar reflex.
We came out of our bedrooms at the same time. I hoped I didn't look as bleary as I felt. Getting up at the crack of doom I might have been used to, but I wasn't a combat veteran or a soldier, ready within a minute of waking up. And despite that, I didn't want to embarrass myself. Silly impulse.
"Morning," I waved, maybe a little too cheerfully.
"Good morning."
He went for the pitcher of water in the icebox, I went for the shower. I didn't stay awake and dirty longer than I could help it. By the time I got out he was making what looked like pancakes. No, crepes. I revised my estimation of him upwards several notches. And wondered why he was doing this.
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Fandom: The Dresden Files (book)
Characters: Morgan, OC
Word Count: 5,203
Rating: PG
Summary: Morgan is going to take a leave of absence whether he wants to or not.
"Whispering world; A sigh of sighs
The ebb and flow of the ocean tides
One breath, one word may end or may start
A hope in a place of the lover's heart
Hope has a place in the lover's heart."
-- Enya
I woke at dawn and said my meditation, rolling out of bed and stretching before I listened to see if Morgan was up and about yet. Which, upon reflection, was a silly sort of question. Of course he was up and about, he was probably getting up around the same time I was, and out of a similar reflex.
We came out of our bedrooms at the same time. I hoped I didn't look as bleary as I felt. Getting up at the crack of doom I might have been used to, but I wasn't a combat veteran or a soldier, ready within a minute of waking up. And despite that, I didn't want to embarrass myself. Silly impulse.
"Morning," I waved, maybe a little too cheerfully.
"Good morning."
He went for the pitcher of water in the icebox, I went for the shower. I didn't stay awake and dirty longer than I could help it. By the time I got out he was making what looked like pancakes. No, crepes. I revised my estimation of him upwards several notches. And wondered why he was doing this.
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