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@fvlgores
♔ fulgores : brilliance , intense brightness , radiance , or flashes of light , often used to describe dazzling beauty or metaphorical splendor .
a dependent mumu blog for willowglenhq written by rory .
⸺ 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐦 "𝐜𝐚𝐥" 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐧 ; forty-seven & businessman / intro .
evander gasps, "god⸺don't say that crap to me ever again," he groans under his breath ... the thought of his baby boy all grown up makes him sad. he doesn't want ace to age up that quick, wants to live in the moment. evan chuckles as he shakes his head, already making his way out after collecting a basket full of strawberries. despite grumbling under his breath (lovingly), evan loves baking for his siblings. "i'll make enough for you lot too. this also means you get to spend one on one time with your nephew."
callum could keep pressing , but he doesn’t . he will let evan live in that illusion for a little longer . soon , he would realize on his own that kids grow up way too fast . though he did hope his nephew would be less troublesome than his cousins . “ fine , fine . ” let it never be said he isn’t a good brother . “ i knew you wouldn’t let me down , ” he quips , following his brother . “ the most important part . jasper thinks he’s the favorite uncle; i have to show him it’s not even a close race . ” and he wasn’t above getting the little boy everything he could possibly want . “ what’s his favorite toy right now , by the way ? ”
raven raises her brow, “where’s the fun in that?” she says with a laugh, “the more you should join too! we’ll make it a challenge to see who can avoid stepping each other’s toes better.” she’s not good at dancing — any kind at that. “c’mon, i’m sure it’s not going to be that bad!”
“ no fun , ” he admits , lips curving in an easy smile . “ i’m trying to protect my kids from having videos of their father badly dancing on their phone , ” he adds playfully . truly , the best parent in all of willow glen . but the more the woman talks , the more his resolve wavers . “ fine , fine . we can go , but i’m getting at least a drink out of this . ”
⋆ 𓂃 maybe it's the way that mateo's face turned down into a scowl that really showed his annoyance , but it only gets progressively worse as callum speaks . “ the goddamn senior quotes— one of my coworkers keeps sendin' that shit to me . didn't think it could get any fuckin' worse , ” tongue clicks disappointedly . “ how many more of these before we can get the fuck outta here ? ”
“ come on , it can always get worse , ” he points out . it was true to most things in life; of course , it would be the same with teenagers and college students . “ i’m ready if you are , ” he shrugs . callum had put his brain and ears — and mateo — through enough for one day . “ where should we go ? i’m sure we can find a place crowded enough to drive you crazy an put a smile on your face , ” he jokes .
"'Avoiding' is a strong word," he states as he helps himself to the Adirondack chairs, fixing for the pack of cigarettes tucked in his back pocket. He'd like to consider it selective evading of most of the Morgan family members, with the exception of his twin and younger siblings. Grayson could hardly look his father in the eyes. He really hadn't since he woke up in the hospital a few days later from the incident that landed him there in the first place. He felt like a complete sham, and how do you reckon failure to this degree with anyone, let alone your own father?
"Gave me a list of dos and don'ts if I want the accident to remain uncovered. Pretty much, need to dot my Is and cross my Ts from here on out." If he didn't, there goes any access to anything Morgan-related, especially funds. Not that he needed their money. With his career, he'd done a lot of investing and would be good on his own for quite some time. He managed it all well. "They're ruthless. I see why grandad hired them ages ago." Archaic and old-school, they passed that mentality on even to the youngest member of their team. "So...you want to tack on to what they already said? Feel free to lay it on me."
avoiding is precisely the right word , in callum’s opinion; but he has raised four kids , and if there’s one thing he has learned , it's when to pick his battles . so , he lets it go . the truth is that sometimes grayson is too much like he was one day; reckless enough to do things he shouldn’t , but not careless enough not to feel about it . some would call it karma . he can’t blame the kid for dodging him if that’s something he would easily do to his own father . though he had hoped that his kids would find it easier to come to him with their problems than he had found to go to his father in his days .
he nods and moves closer to the chairs . those seats have been witness to plenty of morgan conversations . “ that sounds about right . ” callum had learned not to take it personally , the lawyers were there to protect the family . “ lay it on you ? ” he chuckles and shakes his head before he sits on the chair next to his son . “ kid , when have i ever laid it on you ? ” and maybe that’s the problem , maybe if he had been a little less indulgent with his children , they would’t be dealing with rehabs and near deaths . he can vividly hear his father’s voice pointing that out . “ you know you fucked up , yeah ? ” he questions , eyes fixed on grayson . “ all i need from you is to make sure that never happens again . got it ? ” he didn’t think he would be able to deal with seeing his son like that again .
━━ *∘ closed starter for @eyesdiamcnd ›› callum's penthouse at the juniper.
willow glen was a small town , filled with residents whose biggest hobby was keeping up with others’ lives . of course , word of his ex-wife’s arrival would reach him as soon as the woman crossed the town lines . it took him one phone call to know exactly where she was staying , but callum didn’t go to her . he had long learned that it was always better to let her do it of her own accord . the woman had always followed her own schedule . so he is ready — or he thinks he’s ready — when the doorman lets him know that jeneva is on her way up . callum notices that the man doesn’t bother asking if she can come up to the penthouse . it’s been some time since his ex-wife last came to willow glen , but none of the townspeople have forgotten their history . he’s waiting for her by the door when the elevator reaches his floor . “ it’s been a while , ” he says in lieu of a greeting . and yet , all it takes is to see the woman standing there for him to feel all of twenty years again . he’s sure jeneva will always have that effect on him . “ do you want a drink ? ”
"you know, you really don't have to show your age right now dad," aurora spoke in a dry manner towards his remark at the event they were attending together. part of her knew that he'd probably say something like that, not being totally optimistic. "are you at least semi enjoying yourself? maybe the two of us can go up there and perform a sick duet. have any preferences on song choices?"
his eyes move back to his daughter , one eyebrow rising before his lips curve into a smile . that’s what he gets for all the love and attention he’s given the girl throughout the years . having kids keeps being the most humbling experience in life . “ what it matters is that i look great for my age , ” he counters playfully . he’s nice enough to keep it from her that he wasn’t the only one who thought that . her question brings a genuine smile , softer , the kind only his kids get . “ i am , ” he nods . more due to her company than the acts of the night . “ we could , but i wouldn’t want to ruin their trauma dumping , ” he jokes .
"the late 80s, i think," nicky says, trying to stifle his laughter. he was an artist, so all of this was completely normal to him — it was exceptionally humurous to see someone else discover the disaster that was open mic nights in real time, "but that wasn't anywhere near the worst i've ever heard. at least the words made sense, even if they weren't in the right order sometimes?"
callum doesn’t have the same tact as his friends and chuckles freely . the sound gathers the attention of a table next to them that apparently had been enjoying the presentation more than him , he’s thoughtful enough to apologize , though it’s anything but genuine . “ i’m afraid do ask about the worst you’ve dealt with . ” nicky is a strong man than him , certainly . “ i think this will be a one and done for me . "
⋆ 𓂃 mateo's trying to be nice , truly he is , but there's only so much room for patience when it's already running quite thin compared to most people's . “ as soon as literacy rates started droppin' to the goddamn dirt , ” sighs sharply , sipping on his drink . “ but im'ma take this over a crowded bar any day of the week . ”
callum chuckles , unable (and willing) to suppress the amusement at the other’s clear dissatisfaction . “ i don’t know , ” he tilts his head in faux thought . “ if you can dilute whitman and frost into Instagram posts , i’m sure they’d be able to read . ” and after a beat . “ probably . ” he sips on his coffee and on this he has to disagree . “ give me a bar any day . ”
( cont. @fvlgores ) "right now?" raven's eyes widen slightly before she shakes her head, "i'm gonna be steppin' on some toes and people are gonna get upset." she says with a soft laugh, taking another sip of her beverage. "i'll only do it if y'show me how to! i've gotta learn from the pro."
callum shrugs at the question , “ why not ? ” he isn’t as open when the invitation is extended to him . head shakes and he chuckles . “ oh , believe , i’m not a pro . i’d be stepping on toes with you . ” it was possibly an exaggeration , but not by far . “ my role here is to sit , drink , and offer moral support , ” he jokes .
"Have you been living under a rock? We live in the age of oversharing every second of our lives and all the unfiltered thoughts roaming in our heads." It was such an interesting state society had found itself in today when it came to establishing one's public perception. Yet, despite all the technology and access, people were lonelier than ever. Hence, the word salads that flowed constantly through people with zero self-awareness. "You're telling me you don't have any unfiltered trauma to dump?" she scoffs dramatically. "I would disagree."
unfortunately , she is right , and he knows . “ you know , sometimes i wish i was , ” he replies playfully . wouldn’t it be great to hide and avoid life problems sometimes ? but it’s not something that he can do . or would do , really . callum chuckles at the question . “ i’ve got plenty of trauma , but if i was a twenty-something i’d rather drown those in a good whiskey than share it with the strangers . ” it truly was a different generation . “ and i still think it works better . ”
( cont. @fvlgores ) evan continued to pick the red strawberries, dropping them into his basket. he raises his brow before groaning softly at the tousle, and he swats callum's hand away. "that takes all the fun away from it! maybe you should ask your kids to join in too," he says with a chuckle before he lets out a sigh. "what should i make, then? a strawberry shortcake? sorbet?" he hums thoughtfully, "i could make those strawberry lemon breads i made for christmas too."
laugher rings and callum takes pity at his younger brother , pulling his hand away . “ it really doesn’t , ” he counters , adding another strawberry to their haul . “ i make a better taster anyway . ” at the mention of his kids , he raises and eyebrow . “ you do know that one day ace will be a teenager too , right ? ” and then he would be the one laughing at his brother’s faux pain . he talks , but he adores his kids even at their worst . “ strawberry shortcake . i’ll take one just for myself , actually . ”
WHO: Callum Morgan (@fvlgores) WHERE: The Morgan Estate
It was terribly humbling to be in this position. Your entire life had been nothing but propped and curated for you, yet you took every chance to go against it. When you did, there was an opportunity, but instead of handling it with care, ego and pride took over with unmarked invincibility that no level of discernment could keep him from crashing and burning. On the brink of death was what it took for a wake-up call. Sprinkle that with the disappointment that came from the Morgan family, and all Grayson wanted to do was run for the hills. But he had to heal, so the doctors claimed, and what better place to do that than at home?
A morning spent with the family attorney provided an unending list of ultimatums and demands requested to see from him in the next three months. Sighing as he wandered off into the yard, he was surprised to see his father out back. They hadn't really shared many words despite living in the same building. What was there to be said at this point? "Hey," he states gruffly. "What are you doing here?
the manor’s yard has changed since his boyhood days ; subtle changes in the decor and new flowers where old ones were , but it somehow feels the same . callum stands under the texas weather , eyes out on the horizon , and mind somewhere further . it’s still too hard to think about the boy inside — no , the man , grayson is a man in his own right — without being taken back to the worst phone call he has ever received and the days spent in a hospital hall , wondering if his son would be okay . the same son who had been avoiding him like the plague . the joys of fatherhood .
he hears the door and the steps , recognizing them immediately . his kids like to think callum knows them less than he actually does , but that’s okay with him . it only means he gets to catch them off guard . “ hey . ” blue eyes find the younger morgan , and he sees the tension that no doubt comes from the conversation that happened inside . callum knows the feeling well , lived through many of those in his youth , and tried his best to protect his kids from that . he’s not always succeeded . “ i heard my kid might be here , ” he says unhurried . “ figured if he won’t stop avoiding me , i’ll just force him . ” he serves grayson with a pointed look before he nods toward the imposing manor behind them . “ how bad was it ? ”
━━ *∘ open closed starter ›› open mic night at birch & butter.
yet another idealistic college student leaves the stage to the sound of resounding clapping . blue hues search around , callum unwilling to believe he’s alone in the opinion that he could have gone without the performative poetry . it serves him right for willingly attending the open mic night . “ when did open mic start meaning unfiltered trauma dumping and not just mediocre singing ? ” he questions his companion .
open starter from raven harte ( accepting ! )
location: line dancing night at frank's
"i've never been good at line dancing," she sips on her mimosa, "the closest i've done is the hoedown throwdown."
callum brings his glass to his lips , blue hues taking in the crowd of people already letting themselves be taken by the rhythm . he had once been good at it — it almost makes him feel old . “ well , no better day to learn than today , ” he points out .
open starter from evander morgan ( accepting ! )
if anyone's excited for strawberry picking season, it has to be evan. he has a bunch of dessert recipes he'd love to try. he plucks a few of them and takes a good whiff, nodding in approval at the sweet smell. "if you don't smell anythin', means they're not ripe." he adds them to his basket, beaming in satisfaction as they're almost filled. he picks a large piece, showing it to them. "we're looking for all red strawberries like this one, the ones with white or green need a little more time." evan adds it to their basket, "d'you have any idea what you're gonna make?"
strawberry picking wasn’t high on callum’s list of events , really . it had once been , when his kids were much younger , and the idea of getting their own strawberries was still enticing , but his youngest was thirteen , and cal doesn’t think the boy was capable of finding anything interesting . still , his brother had been able to convince him to come along . “ all red , got it , ” he nods , picking a strawberry and throwing it at the basket . “ me ? ” he says with a single eyebrow raised . “ no , no , no . i’m not making anything , my baby brother will do all the cooking and baking , ” he grins and ruffles evander’s hair as if they’re still boys .
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Jasper’s house actually felt like a home when he had his family over. It was rare that they were all there together because of conflicting schedules and the fact that some of the younger members would rather do their own thing than spend time with their bachelor uncle.
He had invited Callum for drinks- something which they tried to arrange often- and they’d end up talking about stuff until time ran away with them. They would reminisce, talk about their day, discuss their futures… They weren’t afraid of even the more uncomfortable conversations either and Jasper always appreciated Callum’s perspective on things, especially familial matters.
As usual, Callum would let himself in and Jasper would be found on the sofa, dressed in just a shirt and trousers- his jacket and shoes discarded hours ago. He was already a few sips into a glass of whisky, needing it after what had felt like an incredibly long day. Thank God for the weekend.
“Hey!” He exclaimed, getting to his feet. He approached his brother with a broad grin and embraced him, whether Callum liked it or not. Jasper had always been affectionate and he was never going to change. “I’m glad you’re here, kid. Let me get you a glad of something. What will you have?”
the way to the morgan estate had been ingrained in his mind ; he hadn’t lived in the manor in decades — happy to let his older brother take it as the current head of the family — , but it had been home for a long while . in a way , it still was . it was the reason why he didn’t bother ringing a doorbell or waiting for a formal invitation ; instead , he just let himself in . callum knew that jasper wouldn’t have it any other way , and if he did , well , he would do it anyway if only to annoy his big brother . for old time's sake .
he let his shoes by the door before moving deeper into the house , knowing exactly where to find his brother . “ couldn’t even wait for me ? ” he quipped , lips curled in a playful grin as he accepted his older brother’s hug . the man had always been more physical with his affections than even their parents were , but cal was used to jasper’s ways . just like he had gotten used to the nickname that had annoyed him to no end when he had been all of ten years old and trying to prove to his much older brother that he could tag along with him and his friends . “ i’ll have what you’re having , ” he nodded toward the tumbler . “ as long as it’s one of mine , ” he joked .
