Tomas
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Post by Tomas on Oct 13, 2011 23:59:51 GMT
“It’s not the suggesting that’s the problem. Well, okay, suggesting something like that says a lot about the person suggesting it, but it’s just when they actually think that it’s a good idea and actually go with it that things really get weird. I promise, if I ever find myself needing to think about baby names, you won’t have any nieces or nephews named after food, if I have anything to say about it. If they are and I don’t try hard enough to avoid it- or actually seriously suggest it- you can hit me over the head to try knocking some sense into me.” He didn’t see something like that happening for a long while, but he had no doubts that his sister would remember that particular promise and take him up on the offer should she end up with a reason to. If he was to ever seriously suggest naming a baby after food, no matter whose baby it might be, he would deserve being smacked in the head.
He smiled at his sister’s enthusiasm over his idea. “I can have those on occasions. If there’s anything I can do to help, all you have to do is ask.” He was sure that once Morgan started working on the book, she would start having an assortment of new ideas on how to lay it out and what to put in it. If she found herself with more ideas than she could incorporate into the book, he honestly wouldn’t be surprised over it.
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Morgan
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Post by Morgan on Oct 15, 2011 20:45:10 GMT
"No, knowing my luck, they'll be named after racing drivers," she said to her brother with a pointed look, her eyebrows angled upward in a lightly teasing fashion. It was no secret that Tomas was somewhat obsessed with a certain type of car racing; there was practically no dragging him away from the TV whenever it was on, and Morgan could say that from experience. She believed readily that her brother would never name a child after anything you could eat, but she wasn't so sure about drivers. That was more subtle, but she could still tease him for it.
She smiled at him when he offered his help, and she nodded her head. "I'll keep that in mind." There would be a few tasks she could rope him into, she was sure, but she had yet to organise just what needed to be done. Already ideas were firing through her mind, rapid and plentiful, but she would need to sit down and iron things out before she could get started. "If nothing else, you can be my sounding board," she told him, her smile still in place. Tomas could help her sort the good ideas from the bad.
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Tomas
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Post by Tomas on Oct 19, 2011 18:43:12 GMT
“Better than something edible.” Tomas thought he made a very good point there and, honestly, there was a bit of potential in the possibility. Why not name a baby after one of the greats of racing? Especially if he could get away with it! Everyone was allowed to have their obsessions and he could, he thought, do far worse than being hooked on racing. If something important came up, he would leave off on watching a race- even a really good one- but who wanted to be interrupted while watching something they enjoyed if there was nothing major going on?
“I think I can manage that.” He was more than willing to act as his sister’s sounding board if that was what she needed him to do, though he would be more than happy to take on more tasks if she needed him to. All she had to do was let him know what she needed and he would get to it as quickly and efficiently as possible.
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Morgan
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Post by Morgan on Nov 2, 2011 22:35:46 GMT
Damn, he had her there. She gave him a mock cold stare before sighing and conceding the point. She supposed she could better handle a niece or nephew named after a driver than a foodstuff. Morgan could live with names like Denny or Dale or Kasey, she supposed, as much as it would make her want to slap her palm to her head to know where they had come from. Knowing how much her brother loved the sport -- as much as she hated to call it a sport; it had never seemed like much of a sport to her -- she wouldn't be surprised in the least if he went ahead and chose such a name when it came time for him to have a child of his own. Who knew when that might happen though? It could be fifty years away, or two hundred. Would Tomas still care about racing then? Would racing even still exist?
"Remember you said that," she told him, sounding serious despite the smile on her face. When her brother headed out for the night she would dig out a notebook and get started on her ideas, and given how many she already had tumbling wildly about in her brain, she should have plenty to pitch to him by the end of the day tomorrow. For now, though, that could wait. For the time being, she was content to be in her brother's presence and enjoy their time together.
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Tomas
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Post by Tomas on Nov 8, 2011 20:40:53 GMT
If racing wasn’t still around when he had a child of his own, he was certain there would be something just as exciting for him to draw inspiration from for names. He knew that racing wasn’t something that everyone was interested in, but it was more of a sport than golf would ever be. At least there was some adrenaline to be had while watching a race. Where was the excitement in watching people hit little white balls around while trying to get them into a hole in the ground? He knew that some didn’t see the draw of racing, but he didn’t see the draw of golf. To each their own, he supposed, but there was nothing that was going to make him sit down and watch golf. Not unless someone’s life was being threatened or he was chained to a chair with his eyelids taped open. His brain would probably dribble out of his ears before ten minutes were up, though.
“I’ll try to do whatever you throw at me for it,” Tomas promised, stretching. He suspected that Morgan already had some ideas going through her head that she would turn over and expand upon to see if she liked them enough to implement them in the book.
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Morgan
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Post by Morgan on Nov 30, 2011 20:39:35 GMT
Racing would still be around in some form, Morgan was sure. They had started with chariots, then they had moved on to horses and dogs, now there were vehicles. The older forms were still around, the animals, some bearing human riders and some not, but as time went on she was certain the sport -- such as it was -- would adapt. Humans raced as well, on their own two feet, and she didn't doubt that some of those athletes might even be werewolves, but racing was something that would never die. Morgan fully suspected it would just continue to evolve, and at some point in the future it would be free of the human element and all mechanical and wireless, or it would just be completely digital. Tomas might lose interest in it, of course, but racing itself, in its purest form, would never die.
Morgan stretched out on her stomach on the floor, her blue eyes angled up towards her brother. Her mind would continue to turn over ideas, but she didn't want to bore her brother before she even had a chance to get started, and certainly not before she could drag him in and take full advantage of his offer to help. "So what would you name your kid?" she asked him, tilting her head to one side in a curious fashion. "You know," she went on, "if you ever decided to have one." She wasn't sure who with, but it was just a hypothetical question. The specifics weren't important.
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Tomas
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Post by Tomas on Dec 5, 2011 22:53:09 GMT
While he knew that racing would never die out, his personal favorite form of it very well could as things changed and technology grew. That, he thought, would be a very sad day, but with any luck, he’d find some new form of the sport that might be even better. He didn’t think such a thing could really happen, but he wasn’t going to say never. Maybe they’d have space shuttle races or something. Who knew? It was one of those things that he would have to wait and see about, but until then, he’d just settle himself in every race day and hope that everyone continued to remember that it was only for emergencies that he wouldn’t get grumpy if they interrupted him. What could he say? He hated to get pulled away from a race, especially if it was a good one.
He was fully expecting to be given some sort of project to help with as the book came along, especially once his sister had gotten the opportunity to properly think things out and make a decision on how she wanted it done. At her question, Tomas settled himself again comfortably and considered it for a moment. He really couldn’t imagine himself as a father. Oh, certainly, someday he would have liked to have children, but there were a few things that had to be done before such a thing could happen. Like finding someone to have them with. There was no rush on that front, though. Between being a fighter and tormenting his sister properly, he was always busy. “I’ve never really thought about it, honestly. I’ve never had a reason to. I just know that I wouldn’t name them after food or prey animals. Or maybe I should have two and name each after one. I could have Pepperoni and Gazelle.” And there was no possible way he would ever seriously consider that. “What about you? What would you name kids, if you have any?”
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Morgan
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Post by Morgan on Dec 18, 2011 2:55:31 GMT
Morgan would frequently sit with Tomas during those days, despite the fact that she didn't much care for it herself. It was her love for her brother that had her joining him in the TV lounge; she plopped herself beside him on the couch, often times bringing snacks and beverages with her, and there she would remain until the whole thing was over and done with and Tomas declared it so. She didn't really enjoy the racing itself, she found it rather unsatisfying and sometimes downright tedious, but so long as her brother enjoyed it, then she would do her best to watch it with him, at least when she wasn't holed up in her room doing something else, or wandering the hotel with her camera in her hands, snapping random shots of other members of the pack, preferably when they least suspected it or didn't know she was there.
As much as the idea might daunt Tomas, Morgan actually believed her brother would make a wonderful father. Their father had been a loving, warm man, at least until he had lost his mate; that loss had all but destroyed him, and Morgan had never been able to hold it against him when he had left the pack one day and never returned. Grief was a powerful thing in mortals, but for wolves, who could potentially live forever, it was crippling and agonising, sometimes beyond what the heart and soul could bear. Tomas would be a great father one day, though, Morgan believed that, certainly a much better parent than she herself would make. "Oh, god, don't ever do that," she laughed, shaking her head, her nose and her brow both wrinkled in her distaste. "Me?" She chewed the inside of her bottom lip. "I don't know." Her voice got quieter then, and her gaze dropped to where her fingers idly plucked at the carpet. "I'd name them after Mom and Dad, maybe."
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Tomas
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Post by Tomas on Dec 21, 2011 19:47:14 GMT
Tomas knew that Morgan didn’t care for racing, which was exactly why he ‘entertained’ her (usually by picking on her in one form or another) when she joined him. The race was more than enough entertainment for him, but when he knew that something he was interested in didn’t hold any real interest for her, he tried to make up for it by giving her something else to do. Yes, it was often avoiding a poking finger or what he would claim was an accidentally tossed snack item, but, if nothing else, at least it gave her something else to do. He would claim that he was only helping and stick to it. That was what brothers were for, after all. Or, at least, that was what he would claim brothers were for.
Maybe someday they would find out if he would make a good father or not but, if it never happened, then it simply was what it was. He had his position as a fighter and Morgan to take up his time and, if Morgan had children, then he would have a niece or nephew (or a few of them) to spoil rotten and there was really no use in denying that that was exactly what he would do. He had no doubt that his sister would be a wonderful mother, loving and nurturing as their mother had been when she had been there. He really couldn’t help but laugh at his sister’s response to his comment. “It might be a good thing that I don’t foresee having kids anytime soon. I think I need time to come up with better names.” When she mentioned naming any children after their parents, he gave a soft smile and scooted over, closing the distance between them and gave her shoulder a little squeeze. “I think that would be perfect.”
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Morgan
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Post by Morgan on Dec 31, 2011 21:56:47 GMT
It was true that the times when Morgan chose to join her brother for the races usually dissolved into some sort of play fight between the two, often involving pillows or anything else soft and harmless that might be at hand at the time, and doubtless that made it easier to tolerate for the younger Woodburn sibling. She appreciated his efforts to keep her entertained, such as they were, and responded in kind to show her gratitude. At the end of it all, she would actually smile at him or give him a rushed hug before heading off to her next destination, a better way of showing her thanks, but Tomas knew her better than anyone, and as such, didn't need the actual words as some people might.
"Well," Morgan said, lifting her hands and supporting her chin on then, "how about this?" She watched him with blue eyes and a soft smile formed on her face, nostalgic and almost content, despite the fact that the subject of their parents could easily send her spiralling into a state of sadness and distraction. "Whenever either one of us has kids," she went on, holding her gaze on him, wanting to see his expression when she was done, "whoever it ends up being, the kid or kids get named after Mom and Dad."
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Tomas
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Post by Tomas on Jan 3, 2012 23:16:54 GMT
Tomas could listen to the race well enough while he and his sister delved into one of their play fights and, even if he missed something, it was always more than worth it. There would be other races and if he was really worried about what he had missed, he knew that he would be able to find the details online and catch the ultimate outcome on the news. When it all came right down to it, he would much rather spend time swinging a pillow or some other soft, harmless object at his sister than watch a race anyway. Some, he supposed, would have preferred to watch the race, figuring that there would be other chances to spend time with their siblings, but Tomas would take every chance to spend time with Morgan- even if they were battling each other the whole while- whenever he got the chance. While they were werewolves, he knew that it didn’t mean that eternity- or even tomorrow- was guaranteed. There were any number of things that could happen and he wasn’t going to miss out on a chance to spend time with his sister when it could be his last opportunity. At the end of things, a smile or a hug from his sister said everything. There was no need for words between them.
He smiled at Morgan’s suggestion and gave an approving nod. “I think that sounds like an excellent idea. You’re full of those sometimes, aren’t you?” There was no telling which of them would find a mate and have children first- it could just as easily be either of them, he supposed, though his money was on his sister- but he liked her suggestion. He thought that it would have been especially fitting if one of them was to have a child named after their mother and the other had one named after their father, but only time would tell how that turned out.
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Morgan
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Post by Morgan on Jan 4, 2012 2:51:22 GMT
In a way, Morgan and Tomas had never really grown up, and perhaps that was due in large part to the fact that they had born into this pack, and they had always felt comfortable. They didn't have to worry about the expectations of anyone outside of those who had always been -- and would always be -- family in one sense or another, and wolves were highly playful creatures anyway, naturally so. No one had ever told them it was unacceptable for them to play fight, and so they had continued to do it well past what would have been acceptable for mortals, and perhaps even wolves in other packs, or rogues. Personally, Morgan saw nothing wrong with being young at heart, even at their age, and if she ever did have children of her own, she would make sure they understood it was perfectly acceptable for them to behave just as she and her brother had -- or did, if they still indulged in their little battles when one or both of them became parents -- earlier in life.
Morgan smiled up at her big brother and gave him a little nod, as slight as it ended up being with her chin propped against her hands the way it was. "I have my moments," she agreed, and then her smile became a grin. "It must run in the family." After a moment, she went on to add, with a teasing edge, "I think my moments are more numerous than yours, though, sorry to say. I mean, the scrapbook thing? Stroke of genius. But let's face it. I got the brains." She paused, looking up and away as though deep in thought, but only for a second. "I think I got the looks too. You just got the brute strength."
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Tomas
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Post by Tomas on Jan 10, 2012 21:16:04 GMT
Tomas figured that he had to be a responsible adult more often than not when dealing with his position as one of the pack’s fighters, so he saw absolutely no harm in reverting to childish ways when it came to his personal time, especially when he was with Morgan. He would be more careful if others were around, but really, that was more so they didn’t accidentally get dragged into the thick of things rather than worrying about what they thought about the behavior. If one couldn’t be comfortable around the pack, especially when they had been born into it, then who could they be comfortable around? Tomas could just imagine his and his sister’s children playing together someday, rough housing and teasing each other as mercilessly as he and Morgan had the tendency to do. He liked the thought that their children, whenever they came about, would grow up together.
“You’re also the rude one. Can’t forget that. After all, it’s rude to point out to someone, especially your wonderful brother, that all he got was brute strength.” He grinned and reached out, ruffling his sister’s hair. “I guess it’s a good thing that I already knew how rude you are. Otherwise, my feelings might have been genuinely hurt by that comment.” They both knew how unlikely that was, but that certainly wasn’t going to stop him from saying it.
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Morgan
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Post by Morgan on Jan 17, 2012 23:24:24 GMT
You were only as old as you felt, wasn't that how the saying went? It was something like that, Morgan was sure, and anyway, it was different with immortals. They had to keep hold of their youthfulness and unleash the child within from time to time, or they would just get old. That wouldn't make sense to everyone, she knew full well, but if you didn't hold on to the lighter things and keep a tight grip on whatever innocence you still retained, the little girl or boy inside who remembered how to laugh and play and dream, then the years would catch up with you and weigh heavily on your shoulders. Morgan had heard stories of wolves who had distanced themselves from the world when such a thing happened, and the last thing she wanted was for that to happen to anyone she cared about, anyone in the pack. She couldn't imagine letting it happen to herself, if only because she made sure to have fun frequently.
Morgan made another attempt to look shocked, mouth dropping in a silent 'o' of indignation, and then she playfully swatted at her big brother's knee. "There's nothing wrong with brute strength," she told him, trying to lean out of the way of the hair ruffle, but too late to save her red mane from getting mussed. She wrinkled her nose in displeasure. "Not everyone can punch a hole in a brick wall. I was trying to pay you a compliment. Jeez. Somebody's insecure."
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Tomas
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Post by Tomas on Jan 26, 2012 15:40:19 GMT
There was always some sort of youthful fun to be had and, while Tomas didn’t launch into such things all too often himself, he knew that there were some in the pack who took everyone possibly opportunity to take advantage of the fact. Though it sometimes felt as if he was forgetting how to let child inside him out to have a good time, doing so was the most natural thing in the world when he was around his sister. Though he would argue with it (mostly because that was simply what he did as an older brother), he knew that Morgan brought out the best in him. He supposed that he would never really lose youthful part of himself, not as long as his sister was around to make sure he didn’t, which was perfectly fine with him. He had to have fun as well, after all.
He couldn’t help but grin in displeasure as his sister’s attempt to escape having her hair ruffled failed. “Oh, sure. You meant it as a compliment. Why do I not buy that?” It was entertaining to give her a hard time and, since she did it to him, he saw no reason why he shouldn’t return the favor. It was only fair, after all.
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