Moira Coombs (
chasingtwisters) wrote2015-07-06 08:39 am
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I am teaching myself how to be free. [Open]
It's early in the morning when Marina settles herself just on the edge of the water, letting her bare feet rest in the dampened sand where the water comes and goes. The sun is staggering out of the night and int the sky, casting the beach around her into an eerie glow. She has a book by her side, thick and heavy as any college textbook, except obviously older, with rips and tears all over the seams and pages. She has a topaz from one of the necklaces she owns curled protectively in her fist, and she wears a necklace made of lavender and mint leaves. Even if this doesn't work out, she muses, smirking, at least she'll smell pretty.
She found the spell Friday night, in her research. According to what she now knows of Moira Coombs, she ought to be able to pull this off, without any danger to the baby. Her hand with the topaz comes to rest on her swollen belly, thoughtful. I'm doing this for you, she thinks, because it's true. She doesn't know that she herself wants to entirely remember; but she owes her unborn child the truth, and, if she really is Moira Coombs, she owes it to Moira's sisters to remember, too.
She sighs, willing herself to relax. She drank the same chai tea Rian had before he'd read her hands to help her concentrate; now she just needs to do it, already. The instructions are easy enough to follow: raising her fist with the topaz, she holds it out over the water as she begins to read the words to the spell, written in a mixture of English and French, which comes to her from her high school French lessons.
The words blend musically into the air around her; the tide begins to pick up around her feet, whirling around her like a miniature whirlpool. She chants the incantation, repeating it the three times required, as warmth begins to cackle and pop within her, like fireworks. In the same vein, light begins to spark from her, and she worries briefly that she might, in fact, catch fire in doing this.
When she finishes the spell, she casts the topaz into the water. As soon as she does so, the water explodes, cascading around her and soaking her to the bone, though she does not feel the cold. She trembles all over as images and words spill out from all the cracks in her thoughts: her father teaching her how to swim on her fifth birthday, her twin sisters and her running together over the local playground, and her mother, when once she thought she cared about her. Moira manages one last gasp of air before the world fades to black and she falls back into the sand.
She awakens to the sun fully in the sky, and the chipper sounds of sea gulls circling around her, wondering if she has food. For her part, Moira feels groggy and unsteady, as though suffering from a hangover. She winces at the brightness and focuses hard on not losing what little she has in her stomach at the moment. And then it hits her, all at once. She's Moira Coombs; she got engaged in Europe, and she's about to become someone's mother.
And she's home, back in Siren Cove.
"Fuck!" She yells, still on her back on the sand, unsure if she has the strength to pick herself back up.
[OOC: Moira remembers! The spell itself takes place early in the morning, around four or five am. Moira herself waking up is set to 9 am. Feel free to have seen her perform the spell, or come across her still lying prone in the sand. I'm sorry it's taken me so long to get Moira's shit together, but she's finally herself again! Any questions or concerns, just let me know!]
She found the spell Friday night, in her research. According to what she now knows of Moira Coombs, she ought to be able to pull this off, without any danger to the baby. Her hand with the topaz comes to rest on her swollen belly, thoughtful. I'm doing this for you, she thinks, because it's true. She doesn't know that she herself wants to entirely remember; but she owes her unborn child the truth, and, if she really is Moira Coombs, she owes it to Moira's sisters to remember, too.
She sighs, willing herself to relax. She drank the same chai tea Rian had before he'd read her hands to help her concentrate; now she just needs to do it, already. The instructions are easy enough to follow: raising her fist with the topaz, she holds it out over the water as she begins to read the words to the spell, written in a mixture of English and French, which comes to her from her high school French lessons.
The words blend musically into the air around her; the tide begins to pick up around her feet, whirling around her like a miniature whirlpool. She chants the incantation, repeating it the three times required, as warmth begins to cackle and pop within her, like fireworks. In the same vein, light begins to spark from her, and she worries briefly that she might, in fact, catch fire in doing this.
When she finishes the spell, she casts the topaz into the water. As soon as she does so, the water explodes, cascading around her and soaking her to the bone, though she does not feel the cold. She trembles all over as images and words spill out from all the cracks in her thoughts: her father teaching her how to swim on her fifth birthday, her twin sisters and her running together over the local playground, and her mother, when once she thought she cared about her. Moira manages one last gasp of air before the world fades to black and she falls back into the sand.
She awakens to the sun fully in the sky, and the chipper sounds of sea gulls circling around her, wondering if she has food. For her part, Moira feels groggy and unsteady, as though suffering from a hangover. She winces at the brightness and focuses hard on not losing what little she has in her stomach at the moment. And then it hits her, all at once. She's Moira Coombs; she got engaged in Europe, and she's about to become someone's mother.
And she's home, back in Siren Cove.
"Fuck!" She yells, still on her back on the sand, unsure if she has the strength to pick herself back up.
[OOC: Moira remembers! The spell itself takes place early in the morning, around four or five am. Moira herself waking up is set to 9 am. Feel free to have seen her perform the spell, or come across her still lying prone in the sand. I'm sorry it's taken me so long to get Moira's shit together, but she's finally herself again! Any questions or concerns, just let me know!]
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"I know that's hard to believe, but trust me on this," she tells him, shaking her head. "He was mafia-levels of fucked up. At least my mom was just working on her own."
"I would bet on it," Moira nods. "I think I remember coming across a Fiona Logan here, once. And that's too much of a coincidence. She's probably family, potentially a spy for him."
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"That's great," he says smiling without any feeling. After Davin got kidnapped and Nerium caused the town to go to fairytale land, where Davin almost died by a dragon, now he has to worry about this. "Why can't things around here...just ever...be normal?" He hates having to worry about all the people he cares about all the time.
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"Because Siren Cove wouldn't be Siren Cove if it were normal," Moira points out, loathe as she knows James is to admit it. And then she's struck by another memory, a recent one, of when she arrived as Marina. "Oh, and hey, kind of random, but I totally met your boyfriend the other day. Davin? He's cute."
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"Davin is a very good person, and I care about him. A lot," he admits, pausing for a moment as he looks at her. "I realize that I can't stop every bad little thing that happens around here. But it'd be nice, if there was just...I dunno. Quiet. Just for a little while."
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"Yeah, quiet would be nice, wouldn't it?" She can't help but agree with him there. Even as much as she knows that Siren Cove will never really, truly, remain quiet for long.
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"What? I'm not---" Perhaps a tiny bit flustered, but only because Moira has so kindly pointed out the flustering which makes him more flustered. Maybe he's not as...grumpy, as June would say, as he used to be, but he still feels like himself. Just better and lighter, and he knows that being with Davin has made him that way. He just didn't realize it was as obvious to other people. "Well, that's...nice of you to say," he says.
He sighs, shrugging. Quiet would be nice but he knows that's never going to happen. "I guess we both know quiet can't ever happen," he says. When the first Coombs witch burned down that church it left this town cursed forever with chaos and danger. Or so the legend went, and some days James believed it. "By the way, speaking of things that can't ever happen, your sister Amelie is dating my brother..."
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"I tried to find quiet away from Siren Cove. Look how well that went," she says, shaking her head. She knows James understands that this town will never be quiet. But regardless of whatever happened between their families in the past to trigger this ridiculous curse, Moira believes the town perpetuating its own legends is just as harmful as any real curse.
"I did here that," she admits. "From Aoife, who is...not thrilled about it, to say the least. I say good for them, if they're happy."
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James can only shake his head, a hint of a smile still playing across his lips, that he seems unable to hide. When he thinks about Davin, he just feels a swell of happiness, contentment even. It's hard to put into words, but they've grown so close these past few weeks. It isn't that he wasn't serious about Davin when they started seeing each other, but he couldn't have guessed they'd have something this special.
"Yeah, I can see it went well," he says eyeing her pregnant belly for a moment before looking up again. He lets out a snort when he mentions Aoife. "Your sister Aoife wasn't the only unhappy one. My father threw a fit. Is still throwing a fit actually. And... I admit I wasn't that crazy over the news myself. But Daniel is my brother."
James in the end just wanted all his siblings safe and happy.
"Besides I think he's committed to Amelie just to spite our father. Which for him, is a major accomplishment."
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Even just returning from Europe, she hates the rivalry. She hates that people are still worried about Thorntons versus Coombs. She sighs. Even pregnant, she's not going to let some ancient feud dictate her life. She'll fight against the stigma of the curse for as long as it takes to get rid of the damn thing.
"Well, if he does break her heart, I make no promises about not breaking him," Moira mentions casually.
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Yet, there is part of him that does wish it were over. That the town, as he said, were quiet. For once.
"You are giving my father far too much credit," James says with a grimace. He isn't accusing his father of murder, but William Thornton will do anything to protect his family. In his own way. "You don't know what he's capable of doing. He isn't a witch, but he probably has more than enough other things in common with Violet."
Control is what William liked, and he suspected Violet might want the same thing. "Are you threatening my brother?" he asks with amusement.
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"Well, maybe so, but your father still isn't Violet," she points out. However dark and twisted William himself may be, and Moira doesn't doubt that he is, he still lacks her mother's track record. "God, but that's depressing. Even a human sharing things in common with someone like Violet." She shakes her head, wishing she couldn't think about it.
"Only if he misbehaves," Moira replies back with a small grin. "It's the older sister in me."
"Besides," she adds, pointing to her belly. "I have to start practicing for my baby girl."
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"Were you---are you ready for a kid?" he asks.
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"If I am being completely honest? No, I'm not ready. But I'm doing my best," she says with a shrug.
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"Do your sisters----I mean are they excited to have you home?" he asks.