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chasingtwisters) wrote2014-08-24 05:43 pm
chasingtwisters) wrote2014-08-24 05:43 pm
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The love you take is equal to the love you make. {For James}
After her research at the library leaves her with nothing but more questions, Moira finally works up the nerve to make her way over to James' place. She heads to her cottage first to shower, quickly throwing on less ragged clothing before tying her hair up and all but bolting out of the door. She knows she should bring something as a peace offering, but every idea her mind comes up with sounds terrible, so she settles on just herself.
She casts a glamour on herself to avoid the media storm currently overrunning the town, quickly maneuvering between the crowds to make her way to James' place.
Before she realizes it, she's at his door, hand poised to knock. Fuck, what does she even say? An apology barely covers it. She sighs. She'll have to figure it out on her own. She knocks, and waits.
She casts a glamour on herself to avoid the media storm currently overrunning the town, quickly maneuvering between the crowds to make her way to James' place.
Before she realizes it, she's at his door, hand poised to knock. Fuck, what does she even say? An apology barely covers it. She sighs. She'll have to figure it out on her own. She knocks, and waits.