[for cameron] even I'm getting tired of useless desires

[fallen_ancient]

Late afternoon in her study, Morgan glanced over her shoulder at the shelves of Arthurian romances the bookshelf had seen fit to provide and she had kept. Her eyes closed, lips pursed with an irritation she rarely expressed in public. Between the false histories of her life - and not a true one to be found - and Cameron's behavior, she had more

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[sgmitchell]

He really wasn't in the best mood. The team had lost, he was going to hear about it from Austin, Zack, and Crichton. The alcohol had been poor, and...he was still on the island. That was reason enough to be irritated.

He was out of things to do for the day, and frankly he was exhausted. If Morgan had been at the game, he hadn't seen her. That was just fine with him. She probably would have been...congratulating Crichton or something. He wasn't about to consider what she'd been doing instead of watching the game. It wasn't his business, and she wasn't a cheerleader. She'd been pretty abundantly clear about that much.

He wasn't scowling so much as grimacing when he entered the hut. She wasn't there. His expression barely turned to thoughtfulness as to where she might have been, when she left the study.

Well, at least she used it, right?

A month ago, he'd have remarked on the food she'd missed. Tonight, he opted instead for a simple "There's leftovers in the kitchen."

[fallen_ancient]

She had not expected him to be home, and despite her mood, his presence initially shaped her lips into a half-curve of a smile. Yet by the time he had given her that sour look and spoken, it had retreated like the sun behind the clouds.

"As ever," she answered without stopping her forward motion toward the door, and coincidentally him. "However, I am not presently hungry."

[sgmitchell]

Oh...damn her and her magically appearing and vanishing smiles. It wasn't a fair thing to feel a stab of...regret, or whatever it chose to be today. He'd already lost the game to Crichton.

"And when would you get the chance to get anything to eat during the game? The kitchen had to be full preparing and cleaning up after the party."

[fallen_ancient]

Stopping when she had reached him, Morgan gave him an appraising look. Nothing had changed, and if anything he seemed more irritable than he had been. She had been right to seek to leave, and continued winding her shawl about her shoulders.

"I did not say that I had eaten. Only that I was not hungry." That she reverted to the lack of contractions perhaps proved the full measure of her own displeasure.