Moira Coombs (
chasingtwisters) wrote2014-06-08 07:06 pm
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Relaxing at home. {For Alodia}
Moira's a decent cook; not a chef sous by any stretch of the imagination, but she can cook well enough when she feels like it. Tonight, she has several trays loaded with various cookies, cupcakes, and scones laid out on the table in her living room, a kettle of rosemary tea simmering at the perfect temperature over the fire, and a couple of mugs next to the food. Alodia should be along shortly, and Moira wants to have everything ready for an evening of catching up and gorging on junk food.
She knows her cousin must have questions; she's seen the look in her eyes every time they've met, she just hasn't felt comfortable confiding in her surrounded by so many people. But tonight, it is just the two of them, and Moira is happy to have her cousin over after so long away from Siren Cove.
She casts some light charms, bounding about the room in the shapes of horses, while she waits.
She knows her cousin must have questions; she's seen the look in her eyes every time they've met, she just hasn't felt comfortable confiding in her surrounded by so many people. But tonight, it is just the two of them, and Moira is happy to have her cousin over after so long away from Siren Cove.
She casts some light charms, bounding about the room in the shapes of horses, while she waits.
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Punctuality, in Alodia's professional opinion, is a trait reserved for lesser life forms. For Moira, however - well, Moira and the promise of answers, anyway - she's willing to temporarily lower herself enough to show up on time. She comes strolling up to her cousin's door just as the clock chimes the hour, a bottle of wine tucked under one arm, and stops on the doorstep. There was a time when she would have walked right in without knocking, but it's been two years; for all she knows, Moira's opinion on people barging into her home has changed. She raps briskly on the door instead.
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"Next time, just kick it open," she tells Alodia. "I don't mind."
"Come in," she walks her over to the living room, gesturing towards the trays of baked goods on display on the various tables around the room. "I find that sugar makes everything better."
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She sets the bottle of wine on one of the tables and flops back onto Moira's couch, before looking up at her cousin with a more serious expression. "Sorry to bring down the mood so fast, but before we get distracted,I thought you should know that Levi Astor came to see me at the arts festival. He - and the police, apparently - are looking for a way to neutralize magic."
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She's just taken a bite when Alodia mentions the news about Levi and needing an item to neutralize magic.
"What the hell?"
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It's nice to be able to talk freely like this, she thinks. She'd missed getting to talk things out with Moira, voicing her worries aloud and trying to work things through. She takes a sip of wine, then continues. "I did say I'd help him, though. If this is going to get made, I want to know exactly how it works - and maybe leave a back door or twelve, just in case."
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Moira continues eating her cupcake as she watches her cousin drink her wine. "Well, that's good. If you're keeping an eye on the situation, it should be fine."
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"Anyway," she sets her wine aside, face gone very serious. "Moira, what's going on? You vanished, someone was killed by magic, something big obviously went rampaging through the town, something's happened to Fabrice but he wouldn't tell me what... I don't like being in the dark."
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"Oh, God," Moira says, taking a huge swig of wine. "It's...there's a lot to take in, so I hope you're prepared to stay awhile."
"We should probably start with the Thornton girl who was murdered," Moira says, taking a bite of pastry. "Paige Thornton's body was found on the beach; a week later, Fabrice was attacked. He was in a coma for a few days."
She takes another gulp of wine to keep her hands from shaking.
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"They say he was stabbed but I've seen his...scars," she winces, knowing 'scars' barely covered their cousin's wounds. "It was no knife that marked him up like that. The police still don't know who did it."
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She sighs, taking another long swig of wine.
"She attacked Fabrice both for his suspicions and to feed the frenzy around the whole town curse bullshit," Moira says. "I still haven't figured out why she hasn't killed me yet, though, sending James and myself to a labyrinth with motherfucking Medusa is an attempt, I'll give her that."
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At Moira's next words, her eyebrows go even higher and she shudders theatrically. "You were in a labyrinth? With Medusa? And James Thornton? Ye gods, I'm honestly not sure which one is worse."
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"Yeah, actual Medusa, snake hair and all. It was...trying, to say the least," Moira says. She takes another long gulp of wine at the mention of James. "Honestly, he's not that bad, Alodia."
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"I didn't even think Medusa was real. That sounds awful - how'd you get out?" She blinks, then stares. "Sorry, did I hear you correctly? James Thornton - of the "oooooh all magic is bad and evil burn the witches" Thorntons - is not that bad? Are you sure the labyrinth didn't fuck with your brain?"
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"The same mist that took us, and also killed that poor baker, Tristan," she says, barely suppressing a shudder. The memory of that moment has yet to cease haunting her in her sleep. "He saved my life, and he could have easily left me to die and fend for himself," Moira shrugs, thinking that kind of thoughtfulness is well worth pointing out. And besides, she secretly enjoys her banter with James, the more she thinks about it.
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"Oh, well, good for him for not being a completely horrific human being," she mutters. She's grateful the Thornton boy didn't abandon her cousin, of course she is, but there's a world of difference between 'not letting someone die' and 'being a good and trustworthy person'.
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"You weren't there, you won't understand," Moira almost snaps at Alodia, which she wouldn't have done before the labyrinth.
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