Night Timely Reunions (Stiles)

Morgan realized he was using the wrong key and he got a bit teary eyed when he realized what key he was using. It was the key to the Hale House that Laura gave to him before it burnt down in cinders. Just as he was about to switch to the correct key he heard the shuffling of faint footsteps. He tilted his head and listen more intently and figured it was his little brother from the gait of the movement. He sighed and smiled as he felt actually glad to be home, even though it had been six years this would be a place filled with memories for him even though most of his life time was a blank due to the form of amnesia he had dealt with most of his life up till this point. Sure he was remembering bits and pieces of what was before and knew what he was but that did not matter now. All that matter was his old man contacting him and asking him to come home and sounding sick and tired with worry over Półmrok. All the old man (Sheriff Stilinski) had told him was that Półmrok had been kidnapped by some psycho.

The front door opened and Morgan smiled behind the chest he was carrying and he offered a greeting in his thick accented melodic voice (the accent which he got from his six years in Europe. “Hey there Gelfling, long time no see” However all he got in response was a plain and simple yet rude “fuck off”. Półmrok sounded rumbled by sleep when he spoke and the door  was slammed shut following  his words of rudeness. Morgan noted that his little brother did not lock the door as he stepped back a few steps. So Morgan pocked his keys and opened the door fast, using the chest to block Półmrok’s path, effectively giving his brother little room to counter his movement into the home. “Tough luck squirt, I am here to stay and before you say the old man knows I am here” Morgan used his free hand to shut the door with less force than Półmrok as he moved past his brother quickly not giving his brother a chance to stop him. He headed to the stairs to go reclaim his bedroom and he was prepared to cheat to stop his brother if he had to.

Tag; Stiles Stilinski

Words; 399

Notes; Take that! XD

Morgan let a single slender eyebrow rise as he stopped at the foot of the stairs. He had been expecting some hostility but not this full on furiousness. He noted the stance with baseball bat, and figured he could dodge any attempts Stiles made at hitting him after all Stiles thought he was a meek human. He listened to his little brother threaten to call the cops and laughed at it as if it was a joke. So he placed his chest on the floor before pulling out his cell phone.

“how about I beat you to the punch, Półmrok?” He let Stiles actual name flow of his tongue and he pronounced it perfectly as he punched in a number on his phone and hit speaker on his cell and held up the screen so Stiles could see the caller ID. It read “Old Man”. The phone rang for several moments before Morgan decided to hang up and sent a quick text to the old man to let him know he had arrived safely and he pocketed his phone away.

Morgan quirked an his eyebrow higher in cocky manner as Stiles words that told him to get out went. “Yeesh I really feel the love squirt” He frowned when he heard Stiles say “So why don't you go rent a motel, or better yet go back to the hole you came from, and never contact us ever again.” That snapped his normal calm demean into the Ice Prince he could be known as he only behaved like this when dealing with Peter Hale. However his little brother had pissed him off.

“Hole? I never crawled into hole and died, the old man knew exactly where I was from the start and I even sent you god damn post cards! Enough of the bullshit, why don’t we talk about what really is bothering you squirt?” His eyes hardened with ice and the general temperature in the room may have dropped a fair bit.

Tag; Stiles Stilinski
Words; 332
Notes; Shit he is pissed off and in Ice Prince mode D:

Morgan both regretted and did not regret calling Stiles by his real name the moment he said it. Yet he felt it was like Stiles was ashamed of who he was called by locking away that part of himself. He looked at the kid that he call’s his little brother and noticed the pallor of his skin, the rings under his eyes and the haunted look in those dull lifeless brown eyes that once shone with an amber mirth. What exactly had happened to the kid? Being kidnapped by a psycho would not have caused this much damage… He would get his answers one way or another. Morgan’s eyes hardened further becoming more like ice which they where coloured after when Stiles said he thought Morgan never existed.

“Too bad squirt, I exist and as much as you want to throw a childish temper tantrum I am here existing right in front of you”

Morgan’s entire posture stood to defy Stiles in what he said, after the hell and strife he went through to find his answers of who and what is, he did not need one of the only people he had left that meant the world of him treating him like this not when he learnt from some of the fragmented reoccurring memories that his biological family had died a very long time ago. Morgan laughed a cold, melodic yet barking laugh when he saw Stiles walk to the front door and throw it open and heard him say “leave”

Morgan crossed his arms across his chest and gave his brother that look that was very similar to Derek’s scowl. Morgan was doing his best to keep himself calm as the last thing he wanted was to expose himself as a magical creature straight from one of the Fairy Tails Claudia told Stiles as a kid, so he dug his heels in and focused on keeping himself still like time immortal and spoke up to his little brother and he may have slipped into a little bit of Gaelic.

“Too bad my little bràthair, I am not leaving and I will never leave ever again as you my little bràthair and my dear athair are all I have left…”

Tag; Stiles Stilinski
Words; 371
Notes; bràthair means brother in scottish gaelic and athair means father

Morgan’s icy shell cracked and he flinched as a wounded expression spread over his face when Stiles basically denied him part of what he had left and the expression he made when he said whilst he said he had to share his father was heartbreaking. He wished Laura was here with him… she always knew what to say in these sorts of situations> His voice cracked as he responded weakly “I would have called if I could have…” It was whispered so softly that he doubted Stiles would not have heard it. Whilst Stiles lost his mother and Morgan lost an aunt figure who he never saw as a mother despite what documentation said, it all seemed like a pale shadow to what he experienced in the week following the Hale Fire. Laura and Derek leaving felt like he had lost a piece of himself… a limb sawn off in a painful jagged line of regret and sorrow. The night Laura and Derek disappeared left Morgan haunted and led him to the fateful encounter with Marin Morrell at that weathered old tree stump in the preserve and his sudden departure from Beacon Hill’s. However he did not escape unnoticed. The Sheriff did find him in midst of packing and panicking as what Marin had told him had shaken him to the core ad he knew a fear greater than any he had experienced before. He felt fear that he would be responsible for the deaths of his only family, the Sheriff let him go as he legally could not stop. Morgan promised to write but refused to tell his old man why he was leaving and when the old man tried to hug him Morgan freaked in a panic and bolted lightning fast with an expression of raw fear… and he never looked back. He truly regretted leaving… but there was no choice he had to leave to protect the only family he had left, there was no intent to deal damage to poor little Stiles, it was fate’s own sick joke of taking away anything Morgan cherished and he was jus waiting for that joke to happen again but he would be damned if he would not fight it this time.

Morgan gulped when he heard Stiles bad reference about leaving town he got the meaning all to well. He was further wounded when Stiles mentioned about him understanding the Hale Fire caused him harm enough to the point of him wanting to leave, but Stiles did not truly understand so he shakily tried to explain. “it was more than the Hale Fire… loosing the Hales and then Derek and Laura disappearing was like I had myself broken in half… god I wish Laura was here…” It was not the fact that another family had died but the fact that a pack he had become attached to subconsciously to and the damage of their deaths and departure left a psychic echo that left its own scar own Morgan’s own mind even though Morgan had thought he was human he was still an Alfar deep down and they too where Pack Creatures just they had Courts instead of Packs. His heart broke when he saw the tell tale signs of tears begin t form when his little brother wailed out about his mother dying. Morgan could not see Claudia as a mother as she was an aunt first and she was always Aunt Claudia or Claudia for him… the nameless faceless woman in his memories who called him her little star on the water was his mother and Stiles Aunt Branwen was his second mother with her kind and wise face and that seemed to say she knew more than she was putting on.

Morgan panicked when he heard his brother curse and exclaimed that he was leaving since Morgan was not and he tried to rally his resolve, despite how wounded he felt and looked as the rejection was hitting home, the memories of his biological families corpses surrounding him even now with a river of blood flowing around him and tainting his already bloody hands.

“Wait… Please just stay… if you would just let me explain why I had to leave… just stay…”

Tag; Stiles Stilinski
Words; 705
Notes; yep all the hurt D:

Morgan felt his voice fail to work as he heard each and every single hateful word fired at him by his little brother. He winced when his brother spat about Laura this and Laura that as if Laura was the most venomous person that ever existed in the world. However Laura was a light bright as a sun, some ever called her an angel or even a Solar Angel. Stiles then asked rhetorically “do you not fucking care about what you leaving did to us?”. Morgan still could not find his voice as more of his icy armour was chipped away and thawed and the sheer rage that his little brother was venting at him was so painful as he lurched away from his little brother with a soft whimper. His gaze fell down cast as he heard his brother was not done and for him to shut up. But the venom was enough to keep him silent as the strings that tied him to the earth seemed to slowly unravel with each slicing word his brother drove home.

Morgan’s heart broke when the last words where said to him that his brother yelled at him and Stiles would have done something no one should be proud of to hurt some one so deeply that they would loose that person and not be able to gain their trust so lightly again. Stiles yelled at him that Laura was all he cared about, which was not true as if Laura was all he cared about he would have gone looking for Laura instead of fleeing to protect his family that was not his by blood. The last words his brother spewed at him froze his veins and broke his heart as his mind howled in turmoil and pain as the last string snapped. Stiles screamed at him that Laura was dead , rotting six feet underground like his mother. The door slammed behind him and Morgan heard the Jeep’s engine start and zoom away at what was likely an unsafe speed, but Morgan was not their any more for he was not grounded any more, no longer kept from his undiluted sorrow that had built up over the ages as his knees buckled and he collapsed to the floor clasping his face in his hands as the torrent of tears started as he finally broke with nothing to catch his fall. The Sheriff would return from his late shift to find his elder son on the floor seemly lifeless.

Tag; Stiles Stilinski
Words; 416
Notes; Just wanted to say I dedicate this post to a dear family friend who passed away on June the 9th from Pancreatic Cancer. May the Angels guide you to paradise…