A careless beast was bleating that the air behind was breathing. {Open}

[chasingtwisters]

As soon as she listens to Amelie's voice mail message, Moira feels guilt and anger wash over her. Of course, Fabrice was bound to realize the truth of everything, everything he knew before the attack and the cause of said attack to begin with. She knows, currently, he's still holed up in that hotel Amelie brought him to, shutting himself away from the world and trying to come to terms with what happened. Moira's visited to make sure he's eating, and to put extra spells and wards around his room; she also managed to sneak in his cats to him, which at least brought a smile to his face. She hurts, still, seeing her cousin like that, cocooned in blankets and with a face whiter than the moon.

It fuels her now, as she pulls various books and ingredients from her cabinets and bookshelves. She has everything set up on her coffee table, parchments and instructions, as well as the wand she barely uses anymore. She is not hesitating to pull out all the stops; she wants Violet to hurt, as much as she can cause hurt to a mother who also happens to be one of the most powerful witches in town.

"Fuck," she mutters, clenching her trembling fists by her sides. She has to keep herself from rushing things; honestly, she could set fire to her mother and feel no remorse, as her emotions currently stand. Her stomach churns, with morning sickness, she suspects, and she winces, hating that she has to balance her pregnancy with everything else going on right now. She sets her face in a stern line and resumes her work.

OOC: Find Moira at home, working on...rather intense magic as she plots to strike back at her mother. She probably needs someone to talk her out of doing anything stupid.

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[aoife_coombs]

"Moira?" Amelie hasn't returned home and Aoife was such a tool that she had lost her phone somewhere so she couldn't even contact her.
But Moira could, she could scry or just use her phone. Where the heck had Aoife lost her phone?

"Moira?" She knocks the door. "Hello? Do you maybe have time to help me?"

[chasingtwisters]

Moira turns when she hears Aoife call, placing her wand back down on her coffee table. It's probably good she was interrupted, she tells herself. It'll give her the opportunity to clear her mind, even if Aoife being here might not be the greatest idea ever.

"What's up Aoife?" She says, making her way to the front door, straightening out her shirt against her jeans.

[aoife_coombs]

"Eh, hi."

She could have went around the town another time. She should not worry so fast.

"Is Amelie with you?"

[chasingtwisters]

Moira grimaces, trying to think of how to tell Amelie what she knows she has to tell her. Aoife's not going to like it; hell, she'll probably accuse Moira of tearing the family apart. But she asked, and Moira's too tired to lie to her, as it stands. Her little sister can't stay sheltered away from reality forever. "Yeah, last time I checked, she was with Fabrice in a hotel, looking after him."

[aoife_coombs]

"Oh. Oh? Did something happen to Fabrice?" She swallows the 'again', because that's not fair to Fabrice. "The hotel? That's ..I'll go find her there then, I guess. And eh - how are you right now?"

[chasingtwisters]

"His memories of the night he was attacked returned," she says, keeping her voice low and even. She doubts Aoife even wants to hear this. "He remembers who did it."

[aoife_coombs]

"Good God." She covers her mouth with a hand. "Poor thing. And Amelie was there? Did they alert the poli- was it someone like us? Because we can't bother with the police then, we should call for a meeting. Don't you think?"

[jamesthorn]

It's Saturday morning, and James has the weekend off from the station. Usually his days off do little to stop James from heading into work, always ready to find one more form or file to complete. Usually he didn't mind either. But when the alarm buzzes, he hits the snooze, sleeps in until eight o'clock which was practically unheard of for him. When he does awake two hours later, stretching and rising from bed, he is refreshed and overcome with a sudden desire to see Moira. Once out of bed, he showers and dresses into his usual weekend fare. It's been almost a month since he broken his ankle, and his therapy and recovery are nearly complete. His walking boot is mostly just for show now, but he wears it anyway.

He makes the short drive to Quill to pick up an order of sausage and egg breakfast burritos and a iced peach tea for Moira and a Italian roast for himself. There was something about boyfriend duties James had always reviled in, the handful of times he found himself in relationships. He liked taking care of people, a trait carried over from his mother, who doted on her kids often with all their favorite things. He was crabby, a grumpy spoilsport, but he wasn't shy with his actions when it came to people he truly liked.

Luckily for Moira, she was very high on his list as of late. And he wasn't positive how she was feeling...A part of him was possibly afraid to ask. All of that--the pregnancy--still was very scary territory.

Still, he drives over to Moira's cottage, glad to find signs that she's home when he pulls into the drive. He carries the food and drinks up to the door and gives a quick knock. He stands on the stoop, looking around on her porch, at the view of the ocean, water practically merging with her front yard, thinking about how maybe he should've called. Maybe they weren't at drop by unexpectedly stage yet...

[chasingtwisters]

Moira is still rushing around, gathering magical supplies together and double checking various books of shadows to ensure she has the right incantations when she catches the sound of her doorbell. She straightens up, startled, when her magic informs her it is James standing on the other side of the door, breakfast from the Quill in hand. Moira realizes she's grinning like an idiot at the thought.

She doesn't remember much of making it to her front door, forgetting even to put down her wand, when she opens it and greets her boyfriend.

"Well, fancy meeting you here," she says, finding him a welcome distraction from her busy mind.

[jamesthorn]

Moira flings open the door in an eager rush, a touch breathless as though she had raced to the doorbell, which catches James off-guard for a second, but the grin on her face sets him immediately at ease. Smiling back, he holds out the bag of food to her because, even though it was later in the morning, he thought she could be hungry. Besides who didn't want breakfast from Quill? "I come with food," he says, taking a gander at the wand she's holding in her hand, pointing at him like she'd dropped everything to come greet him. She had obviously been in the middle of work since she appears harried, her hair and clothes mussed much more than usual. He steps through the door, still holding his coffee and the tea, but he manages to shuffle close enough to kiss her on the mouth.

His mouth lingers against hers a few seconds. He is happy to find this morning that there's little remaining apprehension on his part over this, over them. The beginning of their relationship had fizzled somewhat when it came to physical interests. For James, they had just taken up with each other so sudden, a train coming both ways, crashing together, something completely out of character for him that he had quietly just backed off. He needed time to sort through his emotions, and he also didn't like feeling out of control around Moira. Even if he liked her. He needed to trust himself because he just wasn't someone he readily jumped into things with people. He needed time to understand if he truly liked her. Or if it was just lust over something forbidden, something he wasn't supposed to have. Now that he could honestly say it wasn't, that he had feelings for her that went beyond attraction, he felt more at ease.

Good thing Moira hadn't seemed to mind. The pregnancy news too probably made them both more mindful of just hopping off into bed again. How much did they even know about each other really? James didn't mind taking things slow even if they couldn't go back and change what happened. Maybe they didn't need too, he thinks, as he moves back, smiling at her. "I would've called, but I was already on the way," he says, sipping his coffee because he desperately needed his caffeine fix. He steps into the house, allowing her to close the door, and waits for her to show him inside, as he's never been inside her house before today.

[chasingtwisters]

Damn, but that Quill smell always gets her, especially now that's she eating for two. Moira grins. "The way to my heart, really," she says, leaning into the kiss with a grin. It's nice, just to share a kiss with James like this. They've already rather rushed the physical aspect of their relationship, so Moira doesn't mind that they kiss like this, slow and steady, like sunlight on a warm afternoon.

"Well, it's fine," Moira says, realizing that she hasn't actually shown James her house yet. "Pardon the appearance of the living room," she says as she leads him to it, down the hallway and past her small kitchenette. "I was in the middle of magic, as you can see."

[jamesthorn]

Glad to hear his surprise visit is welcomed, James settles his nerves even more and follows behind her through a tight hallway until they enter a small kitchenette. Eventually they come to the living room which does indeed look as though a tornado blew through right before he had arrived. He hands over the peach tea he had brought to Moira without a word.

He isn't completely sure what being in the 'middle of magic' entails exactly, but he might as well sit down. He lifts the bag of food off Moira's hands, taking a seat on her couch. Her house was small and cozy, smelled like lavender as she often ddid, and he finds himself immediately comfortable in his new surroundings. He pulls out two wrapped burritos and a couple packets of salsa. He lays out one for her and takes the other for himself. Since he wasn't used to waking so late in the day, he is starved. As he undoes the foil so he can eat, he glances back at her.

"What exactly are you doing?" he asks, using a fork to distribute salsa over his burrito.

[chasingtwisters]

Moira doesn't know how she can fully explain what's doing to James; 'oh, you know, just plotting revenge against my own mother' isn't something most significant others really want to hear, especially if said significant other also happens to be a cop.

"Plotting revenge against my evil, sadistic mother," Moira says as she reaches over for her burrito and bites right into it, because, really, what else can she say?

[neriumoleander]

When Moira passes her living room, Nerium is there, sitting patiently on the sofa and waiting. She has never been one for doors.

"Hello, Moira."

[chasingtwisters]

"Nerium," Moira says, momentarily caught off guard. She quickly pulls herself together, not wanting to appear at all ill at ease in Nerium's presence. Her first thought is that she has to strengthen her wards around the cottage. But she isn't as annoyed as she usually would be, at the sight of the witch in her living room. "What do you want?"

[neriumoleander]

"Can't a woman stop by to chat, witch to witch?" Nerium smirks. "Your rage was distracting my spellwork."

"And I hadn't the opportunity to congratulate you on your little condition."

[chasingtwisters]

"I'm sorry, were you busy draining some living creature or other of blood? My bad." She doesn't roll her eyes, but she's tempted.

She freezes when Nerium mentions her 'condition.' "I don't know what you're talking about."

[neriumoleander]

"You mean you're not carrying human spawn? My readings must be so off today." Nerium rolls her eyes and crosses one leg over the other.

[chasingtwisters]

"Partly human," Moira corrects her, annoyed by the other woman's tone. "Like it's any of your business to begin with."

[asharpertongue]

It's been an age since Lara had seen Moira. With everything that'd happened, first to Moira and James and now with the rogue siren...It'd been a busy month.

She'd picked up a few of Moira's favourite cupcakes from the bakery in town and headed up to her cottage to see her. The rumour mill had begun working overtime regarding a certain Thornton police officer and Lara had a mind to get all the gossip before the visit was over.

She knocked on the door, smiling at the little garden and bending down to smell a rose.

[chasingtwisters]

Moira is pleasantly surprised when she goes to answer the door to find Lara on the other side. She hasn't seen the other woman in awhile, and her presence will make for a nice distraction from the heavy spell work she's been doing.

"Lara, hey!" She greets with a grin, though her voice is tired. She brightens at the cupcakes instantly. "And you've brought the way to my heart, excellent."

[asharpertongue]

"I like to bribe my way into homes. I tried apples but I was told that was cliché these days." Moira looked tired. Really tired. Lara frowned. "You okay, sweetheart? You look exhausted."

[chasingtwisters]

"A method that always works," Moira grins. "Cupcakes have the bonus of more sugar and cuter appearance; no one suspects pink frosting."

Moira grimaces, rubbing her hand against the back of her neck. "It's extremely complicated, come in and I'll make some tea or something and tell you about it."

[asharpertongue]

Stepping inside, Lara followed Moira through the house. "You're okay though?" She asked, concerned.

[chasingtwisters]

She knows she ought to tell Lara, because the woman is a dear friend. She just...doesn't know how much to say, exactly.

"Not really," she says, gesturing towards the state of her living room, magical debris spread across the coffee table. "My mother attacked Fabrice and he just realized it last night." She might be avoiding the pregnancy news, but Moira really is concerned for her cousin.