Morgan Marrok (loveless_heart) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2009-09-06 20:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-06-14, kiley |
Late Night Texts
Who: Kiley & Morgan
Where: Morgan's apartment & Kiley's home
When: A little before midnight
It wasn’t surprising that Annabelle had won. She won way more often than she did not. Morgan was used to hearing the announcer announce his only sister’s name when the results came in. But this was different. This wasn’t his sister winning some smaller (in terms of scope) pageant. This was his sister winning the crown that would ultimately lead her into the Miss America competition down the road. It wasn’t localized. It was widespread. Morgan was happy for Annabelle, because it was still something that she wanted to do, and he wouldn’t stop her from getting what she wanted out of life. Still, ever protective as his siblings as he was, Morgan was still a little worried about the whole thing. The kind of exposure that Annabelle was going to have to deal with. She was certainly better equipped to deal with it than any of her brothers. If any Marrok had to be the media darling, Annabelle was the choice.
Morgan would have expressed his worries to Oliver in private after they started driving home. Morgan was the one who drove back. It was only fair. Everything was flip flopped in regards to their journey to the venue as opposed to their trip back home from it. Morgan was driving, Oliver was sleeping. In the back. Shifted. If it was because it truly was more comfortable for Oliver or if he merely wanted to make a point to his big brother, Morgan didn’t mind. The end result was obvious, however. It was hard to talk to someone when they were asleep. It was harder to talk to someone when they were in a form that didn’t have human vocal cords. And the whole ‘bark once for yes twice for no’ thing just wasn’t the way he wanted to carry a conversation.
When he pulled up to the Court, Morgan waited near the vehicle while Oliver changed back into a form better suited for making the journey back to his place. The eldest Marrok child gave his sibling a wave as the vehicle drove down the street. They were both in need of some rest. Obviously, pageants were most exhausting to Annabelle, but that hardly meant that her family didn’t feel the strain of the ordeal, too. If Morgan was wearing a tie, he would have ripped it off the minute he stepped out of the venue. As it stood, the dress shirt was beginning to get a little annoying. And the slacks. And the dress shoes. Morgan cleaned up nice, but he didn’t want to clean up all that often. If ever. It was different when he was at work. He was an officer. The uniform was part of the job. Morgan could make peace with that.
The shirt was already almost unbuttoned by the time he got to his door, stopping only to open the door and step inside, shutting it closed as he turned on the light. Morgan yawned almost instantly, the comfort of being home sapping his already severely depleted reserves.
It was late, Morgan knew that. But he figured that he should have let Kiley know what had happened before he passed out and forgot about it. She wished Annabelle luck before. It wouldn’t have been all that polite to not let her know that her well wishes may have helped turn the tide in his sister’s favor. Even if the phone was on silent, she’d still receive it. He always had his phone on silent when he slept. At least his personal cell phone. His house phone and the phone he had in case something happened that he needed to deal with were always on. Even the vibration from the phone on the counter could wake Morgan up.
Morgan pulled out his phone. In that instance, Morgan only had the personal phone on him at that moment. It wasn’t like he could do much of anything from across the state in case something did come up. Slightly weary, he made his way over to the bedroom and sat at the edge of the bed.
I know it’s late, and I’m sorry if this wakes you up… but I just wanted to let you know that my sister won tonight. Looks like your well wishes paid off.
Short, yes… but what could be expected from someone who was in a near zombie state?