Year 38: “In light of all your confessions and the mitigating circumstances, you are sentenced to six consecutive life sentences with no possiblity of parole to be served at a maximum security federal penitentiary.”
The gavel smacked down and Morgan revisited thoughts of suicide. The cloying hopelessness was shrugged off as useless. Morgan focused on the minds populating the courtroom. Most were confused. He could pick out the family by their grief. There was someone in the back ... gloating? A glimmer of hope shone from that.
Later, he was ushered to an interrogation cell. He could smell cheap cologne and expensive food as someone walked into the area. “Well, sir, do you know who I am?”
“No,” Morgan stated. He sounded familiar, as if a used car commercial had walked in and struck up conversation. Not the most impressive prima facie.
“Well, son, I am Augustus Maximillian Finley. I hail from...”
“Stop it,” Morgan said pointedly. Michael might have had the patience for this game, but he couldn't bear it. And the name was familiar. “If I pretend to be impressed will you get to the point?”
“I don't like being interrupted, boy.”
No subtlety, this one. “Your name is a designator of identity, not an entitlement. Trust that I know the difference.... Yankee.” Morgan overstressed the the a to Yahnkee.
A double-barreled insult that definitely hit its mark, Morgan noted. “I don't think you want to make me angry...” Finley snarled.
“If you were someone important, you could not do more than I would be able to, anyway. My family name, correction, I have more influence than you could ever hope for, little man.”
“Oh, you think you're so important because your brother was a lord!”
Pride laden with envy, it was getting easier by the second. “My brother was a baron. You are a commoner. Dirt. Cheap. Commoner.”
If Finley had an agendum coming in, it was evaporating in the white hot rage. “Give one more reason, and I'll crucify you right now!” he bellowed.
Morgan paused for a second. “I was at the World Trade Center, Tower Two, 97th floor, on September 11th. I was carrying a briefcase.”
Finley took the bait like a trained dog. “So! It was you! You'll hang for this! The crowd will tear you to pieces.”
Listening to the politician storm out, Morgan could only smile. The guards pitied him. It didn't matter. In all likelihood, this would spiral out of control and he would be executed. Morgan hoped that any trial he faced would happen in private. They could even torture him if they liked. They couldn't be worse than Sethiel and her healing knife. Rest in peace, Sethiel, for your sister never will.
March 18, 2009
March 17, 2009
Death Will Not Part What We Have Made Whole
Year 201: From conception, we were soul mates. From the womb, we were friends. From birth, we were companions. The fourteen minutes we were separated was a world apart to us and our bond became indissoluble. When the person who gave us life tried to take yours, I protected you. When others would try to hurt me, you defended me. I shielded you from hatred. You kept me from injury. I have tolerated your heinous acts. You have forgiven me my egregious behaviour. Our lives and souls were intertwined. Then, the day beside the river happened. I gave you a kiss. You gave me life.
I saw you dancing out the ocean
Our miracle lies in the path we have chosen together
Running fast along the sand
I enter into this with you knowing the true magic of love is not to avoid changes, but to navigate them successfully.
A spirit born of earth and water
Let us commit to the miracle of making each day work together.
Fire flying from your hands
I offer you my love and my support throughout all of our lives.
In the instant that you love someone
I commit myself to years of growth and sharing as I encourage you to move in new directions.
In the second that the hammer hits
I will strive to achieve my potential as God's creature and will celebrate your progress toward the same goal.
Reality runs up your spine
I give myself as I am and as I will be,
And the pieces finally fit
and I do it for all of life.
And all I ever needed was the One
Respecting each other, we commit to live our lives together for all the days to come.
Like freedom feels where wild horses run
I ask you to share this world with me, for good and ill.
When stars collide like you and I
Be my partner, and I will be yours.
No shadows block the sun
May be our days be long,
You're all I've ever needed
and may they be seasoned with love, understanding, and respect.
Baby you're the one
Now we stand together; may it always be so.
There are caravans we follow
I offer myself to you today.
Drunken nights in dark hotels
I will always love you, respect you, and be faithful to you.
When chances breathe between the silence
Come health, happiness, and prosperity, I will stand with you;
Where sex and love no longer gel
come illness, trouble, or poverty, I will stand with you.
For each man in his time is Cain
Take this as a sign of my love and commitment.
Until he walks along the beach
Today I join my life to yours as your friend, your lover, and your confidant.
And sees his future in the water
Let me be the shoulder you lean on, the rock on which you rest, the companion of your life.
A long lost heart within in his reach
With you I will walk my path from this day forward.
And all I ever needed was the One
I came here today to join my life to yours before the Apexis and the Acendents and the heavenly host.
Like freedom feels where wild horses run
In the presence of God, I pledge to be true to you, to respect you, and to grow with you through the years.
When stars collide like you and I
Times may pass; fortune may smile, trials may come;
No shadows block the sun
no matter what we may encounter together,
Oh, you're all I've ever needed
I vow here that this love will be my only love.
Ooh, baby you're the one.
I will make my home in your heart from this day forward.
Michael awoke and sat up in bed. The dream was unusually vivid. And the hollow ache that he didn't talk about was gone. He smiled to himself and invoked the deepest bond he ever knew.
There was still no answer.
He lay back down and a tear slowly welled at the corner of his eye. Then, when he was on the cusp of sleep again, a gentle caress in the mind warmed him. And a faint mental whisper, said over a link that crossed reality, could be heard. “...from this day forward...”
lyrics from "The One" by Taupin
vows modified from the Exchange of Rings during the Episcopal marriage ceremony
I saw you dancing out the ocean
Our miracle lies in the path we have chosen together
Running fast along the sand
I enter into this with you knowing the true magic of love is not to avoid changes, but to navigate them successfully.
A spirit born of earth and water
Let us commit to the miracle of making each day work together.
Fire flying from your hands
I offer you my love and my support throughout all of our lives.
In the instant that you love someone
I commit myself to years of growth and sharing as I encourage you to move in new directions.
In the second that the hammer hits
I will strive to achieve my potential as God's creature and will celebrate your progress toward the same goal.
Reality runs up your spine
I give myself as I am and as I will be,
And the pieces finally fit
and I do it for all of life.
And all I ever needed was the One
Respecting each other, we commit to live our lives together for all the days to come.
Like freedom feels where wild horses run
I ask you to share this world with me, for good and ill.
When stars collide like you and I
Be my partner, and I will be yours.
No shadows block the sun
May be our days be long,
You're all I've ever needed
and may they be seasoned with love, understanding, and respect.
Baby you're the one
Now we stand together; may it always be so.
There are caravans we follow
I offer myself to you today.
Drunken nights in dark hotels
I will always love you, respect you, and be faithful to you.
When chances breathe between the silence
Come health, happiness, and prosperity, I will stand with you;
Where sex and love no longer gel
come illness, trouble, or poverty, I will stand with you.
For each man in his time is Cain
Take this as a sign of my love and commitment.
Until he walks along the beach
Today I join my life to yours as your friend, your lover, and your confidant.
And sees his future in the water
Let me be the shoulder you lean on, the rock on which you rest, the companion of your life.
A long lost heart within in his reach
With you I will walk my path from this day forward.
And all I ever needed was the One
I came here today to join my life to yours before the Apexis and the Acendents and the heavenly host.
Like freedom feels where wild horses run
In the presence of God, I pledge to be true to you, to respect you, and to grow with you through the years.
When stars collide like you and I
Times may pass; fortune may smile, trials may come;
No shadows block the sun
no matter what we may encounter together,
Oh, you're all I've ever needed
I vow here that this love will be my only love.
Ooh, baby you're the one.
I will make my home in your heart from this day forward.
Michael awoke and sat up in bed. The dream was unusually vivid. And the hollow ache that he didn't talk about was gone. He smiled to himself and invoked the deepest bond he ever knew.
There was still no answer.
He lay back down and a tear slowly welled at the corner of his eye. Then, when he was on the cusp of sleep again, a gentle caress in the mind warmed him. And a faint mental whisper, said over a link that crossed reality, could be heard. “...from this day forward...”
lyrics from "The One" by Taupin
vows modified from the Exchange of Rings during the Episcopal marriage ceremony
March 15, 2009
A Big Surprise
Claire sidled up to Morgan and tried to talk clearly. She was drunker than anyone else at the rehearsal dinner, Morgan thought. That took a hell of an effort considering Michael, Nicole, Nadine, and the groom were all heavy drinkers with reasons to overindulge tonight. “S'oooo, how are y'doin', 'night.”
Morgan walked on but Claire followed him. He turned around and asked, “What do you want? Is your stipend insufficient?”
She giggled inebriatedly. “No, 'm horny.”
“And you are chasing me for sex? I was not interested in you when we were married.”
“You c'd shange yr mine...”
“In that condition, no.”
“Ahkay, you dun haf to lay me. Jus' lemme blow you. 'kay?”
There was something about Claire's half-serious, half-teasing, fully inebriated state that tickled a humourous spot in Morgan's mind. His lip curled upwards. “Okay, but just that.”
He took her to a small side room where it was dark and no one was around. He sat in a chair and crossed his arms across his chest. She unfastened his bracers and unbuttoned his pants. Well, she tried to do that. She wasn't succeeding very well. Morgan held back the urge to giggle at her fumbling. “Do you need help down there?”
“Na, I got eh,” she slurred.
Morgan does not have a shred of homo sapiens in his DNA. As a result, he looks humanoid, but there are significant variances from a normal human. Most, like his magic abilities and mind reading, are not visible. Some, like his vaguely canine face, are cosmetic and also more subtle than if he had two heads or backwards arms. However, one major physical difference is that his penis is long, thin and prehensile. It resembles a flesh-colored garter snake when unaroused and a hairless monkey's tail when it is. Unlike human penii, it has muscles in it. So, he can grab things with it and manipulate objects. It isn't very big, only around two feet long when engorged, but it's definitely not normal.
When Claire finally managed to open his pants, he let it snake out and wrap around her wrist. She at first wasn't aware of it tickling her cheek but when the reality of it finally pierced the fog of insobriety, she screamed. She tried to back away. He cinched it and held her wrist. It shouldn't have taken her long to break free. It wasn't very strong but fright and alcohol kept impeding her efforts. Morgan eventually released her and she ran off banging into things as she went. He allowed himself a light chuckle as he heard her leaving.
He touched it with his hand and let it curl around his palm, stroking it with his thumb. He withdrew it into his pants and fastened them up and went to rejoin the company.
Morgan walked on but Claire followed him. He turned around and asked, “What do you want? Is your stipend insufficient?”
She giggled inebriatedly. “No, 'm horny.”
“And you are chasing me for sex? I was not interested in you when we were married.”
“You c'd shange yr mine...”
“In that condition, no.”
“Ahkay, you dun haf to lay me. Jus' lemme blow you. 'kay?”
There was something about Claire's half-serious, half-teasing, fully inebriated state that tickled a humourous spot in Morgan's mind. His lip curled upwards. “Okay, but just that.”
He took her to a small side room where it was dark and no one was around. He sat in a chair and crossed his arms across his chest. She unfastened his bracers and unbuttoned his pants. Well, she tried to do that. She wasn't succeeding very well. Morgan held back the urge to giggle at her fumbling. “Do you need help down there?”
“Na, I got eh,” she slurred.
Morgan does not have a shred of homo sapiens in his DNA. As a result, he looks humanoid, but there are significant variances from a normal human. Most, like his magic abilities and mind reading, are not visible. Some, like his vaguely canine face, are cosmetic and also more subtle than if he had two heads or backwards arms. However, one major physical difference is that his penis is long, thin and prehensile. It resembles a flesh-colored garter snake when unaroused and a hairless monkey's tail when it is. Unlike human penii, it has muscles in it. So, he can grab things with it and manipulate objects. It isn't very big, only around two feet long when engorged, but it's definitely not normal.
When Claire finally managed to open his pants, he let it snake out and wrap around her wrist. She at first wasn't aware of it tickling her cheek but when the reality of it finally pierced the fog of insobriety, she screamed. She tried to back away. He cinched it and held her wrist. It shouldn't have taken her long to break free. It wasn't very strong but fright and alcohol kept impeding her efforts. Morgan eventually released her and she ran off banging into things as she went. He allowed himself a light chuckle as he heard her leaving.
He touched it with his hand and let it curl around his palm, stroking it with his thumb. He withdrew it into his pants and fastened them up and went to rejoin the company.
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