a long silence befalls the teen , pausing her reading of a passage about italy to consider what her father says . teeth clamp down upon bottom lip , chewing thoughtfully , pensive . pencil eraser jabs furiously into page below . it's a sudden display of a rage she tries valiantly to keep within . " how could anyone hurt a fuckin' kid ? " question asked with a breathy sigh . once more , she returns to her work .

eventually , it's complete . swift motion to switch to algebra . spiraled notebook opens to first available empty page . as morgan patriarch , one inarguably far better than the his generation has , speaks there's a look of mischief which flashes behind ocean stare . it's like a body of water with a ship that's on fire : you know it's a disaster , but you can't look away . deborah did have a hard time saying no to the girl , an obvious soft spot for her one and only child .

this wouldn't be a first time experience for young hiraeth . she's been known to participate in her family's felonious escapades , but this was a deed which differed from anything else . as a family they'd sworn NO SECRETS , but one little white lie to get what they needed to catch this guy wouldn't hurt ... right ?

mischief colors features in the form of a smile and touches her eyes . oh , the trouble she and her father could get into together . debra morgan certainly had her hands full . " ... deal , " with that , triumphant motion of pencil slammed upon table and she hops out of her chair .

❛  all of this is my fault.  ❜ ❛  are you even listening to me?  ❜ ❛  are you scared? 'cause i'm scared.  ❜ ❛  are you sure you'll be okay?  ❜ ❛  can you say that again, please?  ❜ ❛  do you have anything to say?  ❜ ❛  do you wanna go out sometime?  ❜ ❛  did you ever really love me?  ❜ ❛  have you considered trying something else?  ❜ ❛  how long do we still have?  ❜ ❛  i can't do this any longer.  ❜ ❛  i can't wait to go home.  ❜ ❛  i didn't want to do that.  ❜ ❛  i don't follow, i always lead.  ❜ ❛  i don't know what you mean.  ❜ ❛  i hate him but i love him.  ❜ ❛  i like i here, it's nice.  ❜ ❛  i'll only go if you go.  ❜ ❛  i'm here if you need me.  ❜ ❛  i'm sorry, i had no idea.  ❜ ❛  i'm weird, just deal with it.  ❜ ❛  is this your first time here?  ❜ ❛  just tell me what to do.  ❜ ❛  just tell me why we're here.  ❜ ❛  no one will believe you anyway.  ❜ ❛  nothing else matters except for you.  ❜ ❛  please just let me help you.  ❜ ❛  there is time to fix this.  ❜ ❛  what do you want from me?  ❜ ❛  where do you think you're going?  ❜ ❛  when will you come back here?  ❜ ❛  why are you acting so stupid?  ❜ ❛  why do you ask these questions?  ❜ ❛  why would i lie to you?  ❜ ❛  will you go out with me?  ❜ ❛  you are more important than me.  ❜ ❛  you don't mean that, do you?  ❜ ❛  you have nothing to worry about.  ❜ ❛  you'll always be my best friend.  ❜ ❛  your hair looks really nice today.  ❜

it's almost enough to make her snort with laughter ... almost . she won't give him the satisfaction of doing so , fearful to encourage dearest daddy dexter and his jokes . sigh is expelled audibly as fingertips find brow . " ... fuck dad , no ! " shake of head , eyes which mirror the grandfather she never met or knew blinking up at him . she's completely enraptured by her father's dissection of the scene .

crime and forensics ( murder , too ) had always intrigued her , called to something so deeply engrained in the girl ... not quite like the dark passenger that resides in dexter : nothing quite as tragic as what happened to her grandmother , laura moser . but , her own evil nonetheless . but with that , too , came a morally ambiguous sense of seeking justice . and maybe it's because she's still one , but she has a particular soft spot for kids . she cranes her neck to get a better view .

" oh yeah , as much as the cliche's true most of the time , not this time . " finger gestures briefly to wife's neck wound . " the killer has to be taller than her , see ?! " a beat , a thrill igniting inside ocean eyes . " ... but doesn't the hesitation suggest the killer knew them ? " pronounced pout forms on peach tinted lips .

a long silence befalls the teen , pausing her reading of a passage about italy to consider what her father says . teeth clamp down upon bottom lip , chewing thoughtfully , pensive . pencil eraser jabs furiously into page below . it's a sudden display of a rage she tries valiantly to keep within . " how could anyone hurt a fuckin' kid ? " question asked with a breathy sigh . once more , she returns to her work .

eventually , it's complete . swift motion to switch to algebra . spiraled notebook opens to first available empty page . as morgan patriarch , one inarguably far better than the his generation has , speaks there's a look of mischief which flashes behind ocean stare . it's like a body of water with a ship that's on fire : you know it's a disaster , but you can't look away . deborah did have a hard time saying no to the girl , an obvious soft spot for her one and only child .

okay , so perhaps she wasn't known for heeding debra morgan ; in fact , she wasn't exactly keen on listening to her father at times either . ever since she was small , she'd managed to peek behind the curtain her parents had constructed in an attempt to protect her . harieth had always been too smart for her own good . and she had a smart mouth to match .

" touche , " lithe arms move to relinquish books , hands placing texts on nearby table . " i got chemistry homework , but that should be quick because i already got labs done . then i got biology , geography , and algebra . " she's more enthused about the science than anything else , always had , so she elects to save them for last . geography text books is positioned before her , worksheets marking her spot in it .

it's almost enough to make her snort with laughter ... almost . she won't give him the satisfaction of doing so , fearful to encourage dearest daddy dexter and his jokes . sigh is expelled audibly as fingertips find brow . " ... fuck dad , no ! " shake of head , eyes which mirror the grandfather she never met or knew blinking up at him . she's completely enraptured by her father's dissection of the scene .

crime and forensics ( murder , too ) had always intrigued her , called to something so deeply engrained in the girl ... not quite like the dark passenger that resides in dexter : nothing quite as tragic as what happened to her grandmother , laura moser . but , her own evil nonetheless . but with that , too , came a morally ambiguous sense of seeking justice . and maybe it's because she's still one , but she has a particular soft spot for kids . she cranes her neck to get a better view .

" oh yeah , as much as the cliche's true most of the time , not this time . " finger gestures briefly to wife's neck wound . " the killer has to be taller than her , see ?! " a beat , a thrill igniting inside ocean eyes . " ... but doesn't the hesitation suggest the killer knew them ? " pronounced pout forms on peach tinted lips .

ocean eyes observe ever closely the masterfully macabre images of blood spatter patterns photographed , forever preserved in time as evidence of a very bad , very messy thing that happened . harieth knew and knew well how her parents seemed to teeter between both sides of the law , living and operating in a grey area certainly not socially acceptable to most . she's always wondered if it was just a morgan trait : vigilante justice and sociopathy . perhaps not , but she knew of the code of harry .

harry morgan , a grandfather she never got the chance to meet and something ( intuition , perceptiveness perhaps ) had told her long ago that she might not want to have . what would he think of her ? how would her existence tarnished his view of her parents ? she shuddered to think . as eyes glean over the sanguine splashes , fingers snatch up nearby pen and began clicking the end . the obnoxious clack , clack , clack echoes through dexter's office , intrigue coloring her countenance .

okay , so perhaps she wasn't known for heeding debra morgan ; in fact , she wasn't exactly keen on listening to her father at times either . ever since she was small , she'd managed to peek behind the curtain her parents had constructed in an attempt to protect her . harieth had always been too smart for her own good . and she had a smart mouth to match .

" touche , " lithe arms move to relinquish books , hands placing texts on nearby table . " i got chemistry homework , but that should be quick because i already got labs done . then i got biology , geography , and algebra . " she's more enthused about the science than anything else , always had , so she elects to save them for last . geography text books is positioned before her , worksheets marking her spot in it .

I’m glad to see that the two of you have managed to find your way back to each other.

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We thought we’d have a meal, tell some stories. This is your home, Hope. And if this is going to happen, it should happen here. With us.