Daniel Christopher Morgan ☀ Morgaine Le Fay (tothenunnery) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2010-09-27 22:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | daniel morgan, laura meyhew |
Who: Daniel Morgan and Laura Meyhew
What: Late night at Camelot HQ. I think you all know where this is going. FINALLY.
Where: Camelot Castle
When: Monday night, September 27 2010
Warnings: Light nausea? Ridiculous angst? TOO MUCH CUTE.
Daniel Morgan couldn't remember the last time he'd gone to bed before three A.M. Though contrary to what most people believed, only half the time was because of work. The other half was due to an insomnia he'd developed from the moment he'd taken up his brother's place as leader of Camelot a few months ago. There was a seemingly unlimited amount of things for him to worry about, and when he found himself actively not worrying about something he didn't waste any time in finding something else to worry himself over. It was how he functioned, and it regrettably meant that on his good days, he felt like a total zombie.
Tonight was no different. He'd feigned trying to go to bed at a decent hour like always but as soon as the clock hit midnight, he was up and out of bed, pulling on a pair of real pants (just in case Charlotte actually had spies in the castle) and heading back to his office just down the hall to get some work done. Just like every other night, this proved to be completely fruitless. He was so tragically scatter brained that even when he was working on something, his mind was almost always somewhere else. His mind most often drifted to his brother, and when he wasn't thinking about Michael he was worrying about Charlotte. The other ten billion half-siblings he had. His friends, and everyone in Camelot. Laura, most importantly.
They'd been tip toeing around something for awhile now and while he could claim to be clueless to a lot of things, he was no longer under any delusions about that. And even though he felt awful about it, Daniel had been doing his best to ignore it even now. To act on his feelings for the devastatingly beautiful Jedi was wrong on so many levels. Not to mention completely unprofessional, and dangerous to both of them in an alarming amount of ways. And yet, that didn't seem to be enough to convince himself to stop thinking of her that way, so half bent over his desk in the middle of a pile of paperwork, when there came a quiet knock on the door Daniel caught himself hoping it was her. "Door's open."