"Yeah, and?" Killan asked boredly.
"You can't do that!" Morgan shrieked.
"Why not? I thought you were cooler than this, little sis," Killan responded.
Morgan calmed down a bit, "It just seems so wrong."
"It's not. It won't affect them, and now we have all the time in the world," Killan said excitedly.
"It still doesn't seem right," Morgan said quietly.
"Stop worrying. You didn't do anything to them, I did. And I already told you it won't last or anything. So, do you want to call dad up? Or do you want me all to yourself?" Killan asked, raising his eyebrow mock- seductively.
"Oh, stop that! People might start to think our family is incestuous," Morgan said, swatting at him with her hand. "I think that we should ring da- Ciaran up."
Killan looked at her, "You can call him dad you know."
"It still seems like a betrayal of my real father," Morgan admitted.
"He is your real father. See I think that he probably thinks the same thing, except vice versa. He cares about you, and it probably hurts him when you don't accept him," Killan laughed. "But enough of family dynamics, shall I call or will you?"
"I'll do it," Morgan said, smiling playfully, "that way we'll know that it'll actually get there."
Killan's jaw dropped, "I think you just mocked me! I'm so proud!"
Morgan rolled her eyes, silently reaching for Ciaran, Would you like to 'hang' now?
Anytime, daughter, his voice swiftly returned like an echo.
Where? She queried.
Power sink? He returned.
She remembered her earlier hesitance to meet him at a place of magical amplification, but the memory of her terror was just that. A memory. Sure. We'll be there soon.
"So?" Killan looked at her expectantly.
It occurred to Morgan that Killan may have more emotions that he had portrayed. How did he feel about the father who wouldn't normally have glanced at him?
"Killan, are you okay with all this?" Morgan asked, concerned.
"Morgan, to tell the truth, this is an awesome arrangement for me. Dad hasn't been around much, and now that I'm involved with all this, he's really getting to know me. I couldn't be more thankful that my dad cheated on my mom, because now I have a sister who isn't the spawn of Satan – or rather resists her nature at least – and in a way, my father," Killan replied.
He's deeper than I thought, Morgan thought to herself. Well, that wasn't hard as she thought her feet wouldn't even get wet if she stepped in water the depth of his thought process.
"Why are you sharing this with me?" Morgan asked shyly.
Killan smiled, though it seemed more painful than amused, "You're the first person that I can be myself with. Everyone else wants me to be a clown, so that's what I am." He paused, "Not to say that part of me isn't. In fact, a lot of me is. But I am still human, whatever people may think."
"And all of us have our moments where we need human compassion," Morgan said, reflecting on her own moment of weakness the night before.
Killan smiled, more like his usual self, "Shall we go then?"
"To the power sink," Morgan laughed, holding out her arm.
Killan grabbed it and matched it with his own, "To the power sink."
"You can't do that!" Morgan shrieked.
"Why not? I thought you were cooler than this, little sis," Killan responded.
Morgan calmed down a bit, "It just seems so wrong."
"It's not. It won't affect them, and now we have all the time in the world," Killan said excitedly.
"It still doesn't seem right," Morgan said quietly.
"Stop worrying. You didn't do anything to them, I did. And I already told you it won't last or anything. So, do you want to call dad up? Or do you want me all to yourself?" Killan asked, raising his eyebrow mock- seductively.
"Oh, stop that! People might start to think our family is incestuous," Morgan said, swatting at him with her hand. "I think that we should ring da- Ciaran up."
Killan looked at her, "You can call him dad you know."
"It still seems like a betrayal of my real father," Morgan admitted.
"He is your real father. See I think that he probably thinks the same thing, except vice versa. He cares about you, and it probably hurts him when you don't accept him," Killan laughed. "But enough of family dynamics, shall I call or will you?"
"I'll do it," Morgan said, smiling playfully, "that way we'll know that it'll actually get there."
Killan's jaw dropped, "I think you just mocked me! I'm so proud!"
Morgan rolled her eyes, silently reaching for Ciaran, Would you like to 'hang' now?
Anytime, daughter, his voice swiftly returned like an echo.
Where? She queried.
Power sink? He returned.
She remembered her earlier hesitance to meet him at a place of magical amplification, but the memory of her terror was just that. A memory. Sure. We'll be there soon.
"So?" Killan looked at her expectantly.
It occurred to Morgan that Killan may have more emotions that he had portrayed. How did he feel about the father who wouldn't normally have glanced at him?
"Killan, are you okay with all this?" Morgan asked, concerned.
"Morgan, to tell the truth, this is an awesome arrangement for me. Dad hasn't been around much, and now that I'm involved with all this, he's really getting to know me. I couldn't be more thankful that my dad cheated on my mom, because now I have a sister who isn't the spawn of Satan – or rather resists her nature at least – and in a way, my father," Killan replied.
He's deeper than I thought, Morgan thought to herself. Well, that wasn't hard as she thought her feet wouldn't even get wet if she stepped in water the depth of his thought process.
"Why are you sharing this with me?" Morgan asked shyly.
Killan smiled, though it seemed more painful than amused, "You're the first person that I can be myself with. Everyone else wants me to be a clown, so that's what I am." He paused, "Not to say that part of me isn't. In fact, a lot of me is. But I am still human, whatever people may think."
"And all of us have our moments where we need human compassion," Morgan said, reflecting on her own moment of weakness the night before.
Killan smiled, more like his usual self, "Shall we go then?"
"To the power sink," Morgan laughed, holding out her arm.
Killan grabbed it and matched it with his own, "To the power sink."