-- WELCOME TO MY LIFE [Morgan]

[MORGAN JANE FARREN]

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TELL ME, DID THE WIND SWEEP YOU OFF YOUR FEET
did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day

[/size][/i]AND HEAD BACK TOWARD THE MILKY WAY
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Morgan had two options here, two very distinct options. She could move on, allow Mrs. Rizzo to become distracted. She could never mention Sebastian again, close herself off from Asher’s family. She could continue being the person she was. Or she could become an opportunist. She could talk and speak freely and tell her – if not everything, at least some things. She knew Asher would never ask. He just wouldn’t. So why shouldn’t she tell him? Because she was afraid? Was that her only reason? Morgan stayed quiet, debating as the conversation continued. Adam yelled a bit and stomped out, some reaction to the mention of Asher’s father. Morgan’s interest piqued. Asher had never mentioned his dad and obviously the man wasn’t present. She hadn’t even seen pictures. And Asher seemed to speak in the past tense. Morgan resolved to leave that matter for later. She watched Adam stomp out, not the least bit bothered really. It seemed that his tantrums weren’t the least bit unusual in the house. Morgan couldn’t let herself be bothered when she was so similar.

The food still steamed, making Morgan’s mouth water. She smiled, genuinely, up at Mrs. Rizzo appreciatively. Conversation had mostly pittered off, comments here and there by Asher but not much more. Morgan cleared her throat, smiling at Mrs. Rizzo. “Actually my brother is homeschooled. We’re twins, so he’ll be eighteen this year.” That wasn’t a lie. As far as Morgan knew, Sebastian was homeschooled. The only communication she had received from her family had informed Morgan that Sebastian had turned out “developmentally disabled” like herself, but was too unhealthy to be transported to school. Of course, this had been right after the incident, when it had looked like Sebastian might be crippled for life. How was Morgan to know that Sebastian was indeed at the Academy? Morgan glanced towards the door where Adam had vanished. She understood the boy. Whatever his father had done to hurt him so, it wouldn’t go away. In her eyes, he had every right to anger. She hated her parents just as passionately. And she acted just as aggressively. She felt a twinge of guilt at having provoked the boy, but was sure he would recover in time. She turned back to the Rizzos, picking up her fork and cutting into the meal. Just the mere fact that it wasn’t cafeteria food made her mouth water.

She took a bite, smiling appreciatively and swallowing. Asher had always muted her hostility, she wasn’t sure why. He made her calmer. But here, in a house, with three times as much Rizzo around, well Morgan was downright human! She felt giddy, so unlike the self she knew. But she didn’t care. She grinned at Mrs. Rizzo. “You have no idea how delicious this is in comparison to cafeteria food.” She dug in with gusto, her attention set on the food. When she thought Asher wasn’t looking, she would watch him out of the corner of her eye. This wasn’t unique to this moment. She often took the opportunity to watch him. Why shouldn’t she? There was something so…peaceful. She just wanted to watch him and smile because he smiled. God that was cliché. But true all the same. She couldn’t even bring herself to envy what he had (though she ached with the desire to something even remotely similar to this). She glanced towards the door again, feeling slightly guilty. “Will Adam get hungry? I don’t want his food to get cold.” She shot Asher an apologetic look. She had perfectly intended to bug the boy, but not really to cause discord for the family. She’d been so good lately about not attacking people, she just hadn’t been able to resist going after Adam. She sounded like some sort of junky. She looked back to Asher questioningly, unsure of what to do with herself.

TAGGED: Asher Jonathan Rizzo
OUTFIT: right here.
WORDS: 650
NOTES: x
LYRICS: drops of jupiter by train.
CREDIT: mrs. robert downey jr of cv2 ,abbi, or mrs.sherlock holmes @ atf!

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[asher]

A drop in the ocean,
A change in the weather,
I was praying that you and me might end up together,
It's like wishing for rain as I stand in the desert.

OUTFIT.

Asher blinked a few times, unsure of how to respond. A twin? She had never told him anything about them being twins. The only thing he knew about her brother was that his name was Sebastian. Of course, Asher never pressed into her personal life simply because he feared retribution. Would Morgan shut down and get angry at him for asking questions? He could only wonder. Their friendship was still rather new considering, and their past was rocky at best. Asking about her family seemed rather intrusive, not to mention the fact that Asher was a private person himself. He still had not mentioned to Morgan about his father, even though she just witnessed the response it elicited from the youngest of the Rizzo family. The boy with his fiery temper and knack for holding grudges had a difficult time letting things roll off of his shoulders, though it had improved greatly since the incident. Asher felt it was more convenient to simply act like it did not exist most days, and that did well enough for him. Molly smiled at Morgan, completely unaware of what her son had (or hadn't) discussed together. "That's lovely! A set of boy and girl twins are not extremely common. Do twins have as strong a bond as people claim they do?" The woman tilted her head as she ate, Asher glancing between the two females sitting at the table. It was strange; it felt as though Morgan had already met his family and this was just a common occurrence. It was strange but greatly welcomed. Molly shook her head. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to ask many questions. I just find twins very intriguing."

It was as though there was a gap filled as Morgan sat at the table eating with them, seemingly happy to be in their home and sharing a meal. That seat had been empty since they first moved to the Hollow, and even though Adam had stormed off in a huff the house seemed...whole. Asher could not help but smile as he ate his food, savoring the home made feel Molly always seemed to bake into everything she cooked. It sounded ridiculous, but to Asher it was as though Molly tossed a pinch of love into her meals. They always made him feel warm inside. Today was extra toasty having one of his closest friends sitting next to him and enjoying the same meal. Closest friend...I wonder if she would accept that title? It was true. While they had established a friendship, Asher had to admit that she was the only one that hung around as often as she did. Put up with his jokes, spent time at the shop while he worked, brought him food, and even took the time to visit the house today. No one else had done so before. Molly looked up from her meal and smiled brightly. "I'm so glad you like it! Feel free to come and eat dinner with us any time. Asher wouldn't mind, would you dear?" Asher stopped just as the fork reached his mouth, looking to Morgan with a smile and a nod. "She can come and spend time with us any day. Every night, if she wanted." His smile tipped into a lopsided smirk before finishing his meal with the average haste of a teenage male. Sighing and patting his stomach he leaned back in his chair.

"Aw, aren't you just the sweetest thing," Molly replied softly, still taking her time eating. "He will be fine. I'll just wrap it up and leave it in the fridge for him to heat up later." Little did they know that Adam had his bedroom door open and was lying on his stomach on the floor listening to them chat downstairs with a faint scowl on his face. The mentioning of his father was enough to send him into a rage--fortunately his lack of powers saved them from a possibly fiery disaster. Asher agreed with his mom. "Yeah he has these episodes quite a bit. It doesn't take much to set him off." An appreciative gleam shone in his eyes as he watched Morgan; he did not quite expect her to sound so concerned for the younger Rizzo brother, especially after his outburst. He had to remind himself of their similarities. They were more alike than he thought. "You can...always go upstairs and talk to him if you want. Maybe someone outside of the family can chill him out." Asher was not particularly fond of the girl disappearing to go and talk to his little brother, but maybe it would be good for both of them. The only thing he feared is what Adam might say about him behind his back. Bad things perhaps? He already took the time to tell Morgan he had dug into the shit pile. He's always like that, don't forget. Ninety percent of the time he doesn't mean what he says. Either way what was said was said, and it was up to Morgan to decide whether or not talking to Adam would be beneficial or wind up in a fist fight. Adam tilted his head against his arm and sighed, kicking at the floor with his feet.

[MORGAN JANE FARREN]

» I’LL LEAVE WHEN THE WIND BLOWS
take a breath and away it goes
I’ll be outside of your window
I’ll pass by but I’ll go slow

[/color][/b]". Morgan shook her head, still smiling. "Though occasionally it would have been nice to have a birthday all to myself". Morgan laughed quietly. Truthfully, she had never minded sharing her birthday with Sebastian. There was even a picture, tucked away in Morgan’s dorm room, of her and Sebastian at their seventh birthday party. They were holding hands, standing on stools to reach their cake. They both had their cheeks puffed out, the snap taken right as they blew out the candles. "I don’t mind questions! Truthfully, I barely ever even mention him, mostly because no one ever asks." She shrugged, casting a rueful smile at Asher. They were both perfectly aware why no one dared ask Morgan questions, but that didn’t seem to be information that Mrs. Rizzo was privy to, so why really mention it? Morgan picked up her fork again, taking another warm bite. She hadn’t realized how hungry she was until the food was set steaming before her. Morgan raised her head again as Mrs. Rizzo spoke. The older woman’s voice was warm and sincere. Morgan tried to hide her uncertainty at what Mrs. Rizzo said, glancing subtly at Asher.

Morgan loved being in the kitchen, eating dinner and laughing like a family. She loved teasing Adam and watching Asher kiss his mother’s cheek. But was it her place to really intrude? They were being polite of course, inviting her to come again. Morgan just couldn’t tell whether they meant it or not. It was such an easy thing to lie behind smiling eyes and secretly be praying the invitation would be rejected. Morgan set down her fork, slightly uneasy. It was more than that that was getting to her. Her behavior that day, at the house, with Asher, all of it – had been so, irregular. It would have been perfectly normal four years earlier, but not today. Morgan felt unfamiliar with herself, a stranger to what she had known. All the uncertainty she felt with Asher was amplified with his family. She felt more than an outsider – like she didn’t have a right to be there. Morgan set her fork down, her appetite quickly disappearing. Though she couldn’t justify why or explain herself, she felt guilty. Why was everything changing so fast? And more importantly, why was Morgan letting it happen so easily? No matter how wanted this family made her feel, no matter how normal and happy, she was still a danger to them and to everyone around her. She wasn’t a part of this family. She had her own family – no matter how fucked up it may be. She didn’t have a mom like Mrs. Rizzo, but she almost didn’t want one – not anymore. She had Sebastian, or had had him years ago. Her situation was her own fault. She realized as she sat that the thing that made her uncomfortable was that she had become a charity case. She was the poor wounded girl, the one with all the emotional problems, the one Asher was nice enough to help.

Morgan stood suddenly, grabbing her plate and taking it towards the sink. She smiled, though it was uneven now. A light wind was tugging at her hair, warning her of her imbalanced emotional state. She set the dishes down with haste, only pausing when she heard Asher’s suggestion about talking to Adam. She shook her head quickly. "I’m sure a family member will be better than a stranger". Because that was what she was, wasn’t it? She was a stranger. She wasn’t sure how to make her excuses, or where to go. She only knew that she couldn’t do this. It didn’t matter how nice it was for her, how much she enjoyed it, how selfish she was. What it mattered was that here was a family, a happy little family. Morgan had shattered her own and she had no right to do the same to someone else’s. She forced a smile. "I’m sorry, I have to get home. I told my mother I would come and visit". There it was. The first outright lie to Asher, or at least in his presence. She didn’t care whether the excuse made sense. She was just going to leave. She would go and hole herself up in her dorm room. Asher couldn’t come in even if he wanted – even if she wanted to let him. She would hole up and stay there until she could control herself once more. Whether she liked it or not, she had survived the past years by being hostile – cut off. Not by letting someone try and take care of her. She had her own methods. She didn’t have the luxury of selfishness.

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[outfit !] right here
[status !] closed
[word count !] 898
[tag !] asher jonathan rizzo
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