And it's my whole heart, deemed and delivered a crime. [Open]

[chasingtwisters]

The closer she gets to her due date, the more obviously uncomfortable Marina becomes. Currently, she's roughly the size of a yoga ball around her stomach; she waddles like a duck whenever she has to walk anywhere, and staying upright on her own two feet feels like a task out of Greek mythology. The summer heat doesn't help, of course; it bears down on her like God's own judgement, making her skin crawl with unease and sweat both. The fear increases, too. She doesn't know how to be anyone's mother; she doesn't even know if her life is what she's thought it to be this whole time.

She doesn't like admitting that the people in this town who apparently recognize her have caused doubt to creep inside her mind. But gathered like insects, all sorts of doubts crowd in her thoughts, adding to the chaos of her overly pregnant body. She couldn't even stay in the Quill, with all of the buzzing in her head.

So she's hear on the beach, near the water. The water calls to her, like a long lost relative. She feels an unspoken pull towards it, as though she were part of the tide itself. She doesn't question it; she meanders across the shore, letting her bare feet savor the cool, salt water licking against it. Even in spite of her pregnancy and worries, she feels calmer. Less prone to bucking away from Siren Cove like a skittish colt.

She smiles, lifting her arms up to the sky in a moment of relief when she feels a sudden splash of coldness across herself. She blinks, and looks down to find that she's gotten water on herself. But how?

That's when she catches sight of her hands, and the cerulean sparks flying from them.

"What the actual fuck?" She gapes, nearly stumbling over her own to feet as she tries to make sense of what she's seeing.

[OOC: Find Moira at the edge of the water, freaking the hell out over her own magic, which she's just beginning to discover again. Her memory still isn't back yet, but she's beginning to realize that her memory is not what it ought to be. Not a bad time to meet her, actually. Open to all!]

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[chasingtwisters]

She watches him open his mouth and then shut it again; her first instinct is to laugh at him. Something about his grumpiness speaks to a part of her that is slowly, bit by bit, beginning to emerge, the more time she spends time in this town. She arches an eyebrow as he glances over at her, and she answers with a sarcasm that feels only right with him, for some reason. "I had sex and got pregnant," she replies. "Luckily, contrary to Mean Girls' advice, I didn't die."

[jamesthorn]

"Yeah..." He rolls his eyes at her. "I know where babies come from. Thanks. I meant where were you before coming back here?" he asks. He also wanted to ask who the hell got her pregnant. When she left town, she left by herself. Now she's come back home the same way except now she looks ready to give birth any second. There's a lot he could say about Moira, but he never would've called her irresponsible.

[chasingtwisters]

"I was in Europe. Specifically, Italy, England, and then Scotland. I was traveling around with my fiance," she says with a shrug. Not that she owes this man an explanation. But she finds herself wanting to explain, anyway. She feels s full of contradictions; she doesn't know what to make of them, if she can make anything of them. "He died and then a woman in Paris told me to come back here. God knows why, but here I am."

[jamesthorn]

"Your fiance?" James' eyes go wide at her statement. Moira was engaged? And pregnant? And has no memories? He shakes his head trying to clear it. "I'm sorry to hear that," he manages to say after the shock of it has passed. He runs a hand through his hair. "Wow. I just----can't believe you were engaged."

[chasingtwisters]

"Jesus, was I like, a perpetual spinster in this town? Don't sound so surprised," she rolls her eyes, flipping back her hair over her shoulder a moment later. God. What did this Moira do that she could shock people by admitting to an engagement? "Yeah, well. It was short-lived. Literally." Her face turns grim as she thinks of Stefan. Of what being together had ultimately cost him, in the end.

[jamesthorn]

"No, but---" James doesn't know much about Moira, the real Moira's love life, but he is still surprised at this admission as he think nearly everyone in town would be too. "You weren't someone I thought was the marrying type."

[chasingtwisters]

"I guess I have a lot to learn about the old me, then," Marina says, too tired to even pretend like she wasn't starting to believe the whispers about her. "God. Not the marrying type and here I am, about to be someone's mother."

[jamesthorn]

James just looks at her. He still can't believe she's going to have a child. "Have you not spoken to your sisters?" he asks curiously. "They aren't....trying to help you? You know recover your memories?"

[chasingtwisters]

"I've spoken with them," she says, keeping her gaze focused out on the sea. "It sounds like it's a complicated relationship all around, even if I get my memories back."

She sighs, trying not to appear as frustrated as she feels. "I just. If I'm supposed to be a witch, I don't understand how I'm supposed to have lost my memories in the first place."

[jamesthorn]

James just sighs looking upward toward the sky as if it will offer some hidden strength he'll need to actually finish this conversation. "Siblings would not be siblings if it were not complicated," he says glancing over at her. There's still part of him that will never understand the Coombs Family and even a part that doesn't actually want to understand them, but that doesn't change that he's found some understanding of Moira that can't be denied. He feels bad that she doesn't have her sisters because he can't imagine not having his siblings.

"I dunno. You kind of just disappeared. One day," he says.

[chasingtwisters]

He glances up at the sky and Marina wonders if James is praying. He doesn't seem to her like the praying sort, and with a sense of apprehension, she wonders if that thought is part of the supposed memory stash she's gone and lost. "I suppose you have a point there," she says, watching him. 'Complicated' seems like the word to use for whatever relationship she's meant to have with this man here too. Not lovers or anything of that nature; just complicated in the sense that they didn't know what to make of each other, she thinks. It's a dizzying dance.

"I get the sense that me disappearing isn't unusual," she admits, her turn to glance up at the sky as though in search of answers.

[jamesthorn]

James shrugs at that. "Maybe not," he agrees especially if she heard about tendency to run off from her sisters. Moira isn't exactly one to face down confrontation from what he's seen and heard, and truth be told, James isn't that clear on why she left town this time. It's obvious though that this Moira doesn't know the reason why herself so he doesn't bother to ask. "At least you're back now," he says glancing at her.

"Look, I work up at the police station. You came here from somewhere. If you tell me...maybe I can see if anyone knows something and figure out who or what did this to you."