A/N: I am so sorry for the late update- I'm bad- what else can I say?
Chapter Twenty-Eight: Bound together and united.
(Third person point of view)
Pale light came in through the parted curtains bathing the room in purplish almost neon light. Morgan lay awake looking at Hunter. His even breathing told her he was deeply asleep. Looking at him, the steady rise and fall of his chest, now made Morgan smile at the expression darkening his handsome face. His hair was all over the place and his relaxed features only added to the image of innocence and calm.
Morgan's smile widened as Hunter pinched his nose up in an irritated manner that she had seen many times before as a stray piece of his longish hair went into his green eyes and on his nose. She moved her hand to his face. Mesmerising him. She traced his face wishing she could imprint him on her. Wishing she could always be this close to him. Knowing though, that it was only for now. The present. She would leave the future up to the god and goddess, she told herself. She liked living in the present, she told herself. It how life should be lived.
Things never seemed simple when it came to their relationship. The present was all they had.
Her fingers tucked the wayward strand of hair behind his ear and he turned slightly towards her, into her touch and his hold tightened around her.
Morgan reached over him and traced the smooth skin from his forehead over his nose, down to his lips and then to his jaw. Morgan didn't notice Hunter smile. Morgan brushed one finger over his lips and noticed a small white scar there. Over in the right corner, near his bottom lip. It looked old and it seemed funny to Morgan that she had never noticed it before. She leant down onto Hunter more and he opened his eyes slightly peering at her but she didn't notice his amusement until she heard the sharp intake of breath and laughter.
"Do you like what you see?" he asked in mild bewilderment. But Morgan could tell he was teasing. She smiled at him and he smiled back. An equally loving smile that spoke more than any word could have expressed.
Hunter sat up then and stretched arching his back and grinned a wicked smile at Morgan as he caught her looking. "Where did you get that scar near your mouth- I've only just noticed it" Morgan asked instead, effectively changing the subject before she blushed.
Hunter brushed the corner of his mouth with the pad of his thumb and a funny look passed over his face. Like pain only more complex. Too complex. Morgan waited.
Hunter turned to face Morgan and whispered slowly his face closing in on itself "It happened when I was sixteen. My Uncle. Beck. He caught me and Linden in the fields near our house. It was when we had tried calling the dark forces to get information on mum and da. He came. Storming. Raging. It was awful. We trashed. Well he hit. I acted like a drawstring puppet. I never understood my uncle and I don't think he ever understood me." Hunter watched Morgan's face waiting for reaction. He hated talking about what had happened with Linden. Morgan was the only person that new the whole story- even sky didn't know it in full- but Morgan new what it was like to have to make choices that didn't always work out for the best and Hunter new that Morgan was the only person that could understand that kind of pain.
Hunter felt he new Morgan completely. A strange feeling. Since not eight months past he had not known what to think about her. But now after everything he new above all else that whatever they faced she would always be there with him.
"It wasn't your fault" Morgan said with complete sincerity and surety. She watched him carefully waiting for him to speak.
Morgan watched the emotions sweep through him like currents of water near breaking point.
"Yes it was" Hunter said looking away from her. The bright light suddenly completely gone from his eyes. Stripped. As he closed his eyes he pictured his little brother. A remembered high laugh and timbre of voice. He could see his brother so clearly in that moment. Sometimes he found it hard to picture him at all. The memories had been somehow blocked before now.
He had had hair like Fiona, his mother. With his fathers eyes. Brown, troubled eyes. And Hunter had loved his brother. Hunter missed him every day.
Morgan leaned into him resting her head on his shoulder absently running her hand across his chest.
"It isn't your fault" she said again "You did everything you could and what any other person would have done. We make our own choices- you said that to me once. Do you remember?" Morgan asked her eyes shining at him. Hunter remembered it alright. It had been one of the most hardest and saddest moments of his life. One he thought he would never get through.
Hunter nodded and sat up holding her "Your right. I know your right. I just can't believe it," he said running both hands through his hair, making it stand up in a truly ridiculous way and Morgan fought the urge to giggle. Morgan stopped his hands and took them in hers. Hunter felt her warmth and wished more than anything that he could curl up in bed with Morgan and never have to let her go. She then took her hand and closed his eyes. She could almost feel his pain. It was like tears. Only these tears you couldn't see.
"Hunter" Morgan said and she brought his gaze to hers "I don't know what will happen in the future. I don't think anyone could possibly now what will happen. But we have to leave the past where it belongs. In the past. What happened to linden was not your fault, and I can say it wasn't. The council can say it. The whole world can say it. But Hunter, you have to believe it. Only you can do that. It wasn't your fault. You loved your brother, I know you did. What happened happened and as much as we'd love to we can never change the past- At least I don't think so," she said almost as an afterthought but Hunter new what she meant and he got it.
He just had to convince himself.
"You'll always have me- that's all I can promise you," she whispered and she meant it from the bottom, most hidden place in her heart and Hunter tightened his hold on her knowing he couldn't keep her with him forever. It was just never that easy or simple.
Morgan made jerky movements as she tried to dress under the covers. Hunter was already dressed fighting back laughter "I have an idea. We should do a circle. Just for us." Morgan said taking Hunters hand and getting out of bed.
"Do you have your Atheme?" Morgan asked settling down on the floor with her Bag. For the Sabbath Midsummer this year Hunter had given her an atheme. It was beautiful. Hunter had carved it himself and had pounded two stones into the handle. One was her own stone. Bloodstone. And Hunters stone Moonstone was there. Also a single stone with two stones combined was placed in the centre of the handle. Hunter had pounded both Morganite and a strange stone that Morgan had never learned off. That stone was Hunters birthstone. Hunter had told her it. Sapphire. His aura surrounded him in that colour also. It held Morgan suspended.
The two stones were joined as they were. Hunter of course telling the significance to Morgan with at the time a wink making Morgan blush deeply. They were the two half off a whole. Hunter and Morgan together. That part Morgan loved about it. Every time she saw it she thought of him. His smile. His laugh. His love and passion. It was intoxicating.
Hunter looked at Morgan and laughed seeing what she was thinking. "Will you stay out of my head Hunter Niall" Morgan demanded a slight smile playing on her lips.
Hunter threw his hands up and smiled innocently "Sorry"
"How is it you can do that?" She asked. It had been something she had wondered for some time. When they had first met he had always been able to read her with such precision yet Morgan could never do that to Hunter. And.... how did he do it?
She had picked up things from him through her sense. His moods but never what exactly he thought. Was it just something he could do or that any witch could learn?
"What" he smiled again, showing a very boyish smile that tugged at Morgan's heart almost painfully.
Morgan indicated her head "That. How do you read me so well?" She looked to him, waiting.
"Can you not read me?" he asked somewhat surprised. But deep down he new why. Most witches had to reach a certain level of intimacy and skill to be able to do it; Hunter had a talent for it that he had developed more when he had become a seeker. Morgan on the other hand though knowing Hunter very intimately didn't have that kind of skill yet. Hunter had been surprised at first that he had been able to read her even without using his heightened awareness but merely his senses. He could hear sometimes what she thinking. Not always. More like flashes and they were curiously mostly related to him in one way or another.
Fear can heighten your awareness of someone, when Hunter sensed it in Morgan he could hear what she thought. But she couldn't do the same to Hunter. Odd that, Hunter thought.
"I get your mood sometimes- like- do you- remember.... When we.... In the sitting room....You know what happened in New York? But how do you hear me?" she asked sitting close so our knees touched. I felt her warmth through my trousers.
"I just have been able to. It was one of the skills they honed while I was training to become a seeker. Its handy if you can master it" Hunters eyes widened "I don't understand. How do you know my mood?" he asked and Morgan shrugged, not sure how to answer.
"I've never been able to sense any one else- is it weird?" she asked and he thought he saw nervousness flash through her brown eyes. (A/N: Any ideas as to the colour of Morgan's eyes? I've always thought Brown. But the description varies from book to book. In one I think it was nights child it said she has brown with gold and green then hunter says in seeker that she has hazel eyes. I'm so confused!)
Hunter shook his head. It was unusual for a witch to do that. Just when Hunter thought he new the full extent of Morgan's power she surprised him. It seemed he would never know the true power of it and of what she could do if she had to.
Hunter looked at her more closely and smiled "Your so odd" he said wistfully knowing it was very much true. He had never met any one like her. It made him so glad he had found her. So very glad.
Love.... Never before had Hunter realise the true extent of what it could do. Of how much love protected you. Of how much Hunter needed Morgan.
Love.... To find love is hard. To know love is a wondrous. But to understand it is the hardest thing of all.
-Arthur Kindle, scholar, dated 1834 (A/N: That's the only entry in his journals with an actual date funnily enough)
Authors note:
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I seriously cannot wait for the next chapter. It will be intense I will give it that. I have it written out so I'll get it up sometime over the week (hopefully) so until then.... Cheerio!
Thanks to:
Princess-pixie: Hi! Thanks for the review. I'm glad you like the story. Yeah I don't get sunset beach or any of them. Thanks for the tip about Eastenders. I asked my mum and that was what she said. As I look at it now- I must have been stupid!
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Billie Joe: Hello again. Sorry if the sex is too much for you. Is it? I don't write them.... Ahem... you know but I love the whole feeling of it to the story. Any story. Sorry. LOL What do you mean by "You people"? Just wondering.
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WitchyLiz: Hello. Thanks for the review. O you've got me drooling now! Spike... yummy yum yum! I love him in that leather coat. I'm in love with Connor completely. But I didn't like how he was portrayed at the end of season five. With Cordy and everything. Meh! I hope you enjoyed that chapter.
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Saz-646: Yeah long distance relationships suck. My boyfriend lives like.... An hour by bus away and it kills me. I'll stop now before I cry! O yeah it would definitely be worse for Morgan and Hunter. How on earth could you live without Hunter? Not worth thinking about.
aUtHiStIc: Hello. Thanks for the review. O god no I didn't update tomorrow. I am sooooo sorry. Things just got away from me and then- whoosh- a month had gone by and lazy me hadn't written anything. Also I'm having a bit of a writer's block with the story. But thankfully it going, very slowly but hey I can't complain! It might come back on revenge!
JadeMoon: Racy? Hehehehe! I like that word a lot now. I keep saying it. I think who you thinking about in season one of angel is Doyle- the demon gut with the visions that he passed on to cordy. Conner is from seasons 5 and 6. I think. He's angel's son. Yeah eastenders is a soap opera. Whats Days of our lives? I'm in school- college- at the moment. I like it lot but it takes getting used to. It's so big I've gotten lost about eight or nine times. It's different. Cool but different. I'm sorry about the slow update on the story. I've been a bit lazy. That and I have got my writers block again. I hate that thing! I hope you enjoyed the chapter and I'll -try- to update soon. Bye!