chasingtwisters | Entries tagged with private

When James asks her to get away with him for the weekend, Moira readily accepts, needing distance between herself and all of the recent turmoil within Siren Cove for her. Unlike when she last took off, Moira makes sure to inform all of her family members personally that she'll be away for the weekend, also making sure to inform Riley as well; she stays only long enough to tell them this, along with leaving a phone number where they can reach her should they actually feel the desire to speak with her. Somehow, Moira thinks her cellphone won't be ringing off the hook for the next couple of days.

Now, she's standing with James, clinging to his arm, at a cute little hotel in another seaside town, this time, Portsmouth, New Hampshire. Like Siren Cove, it bustles with its own sense of life and adventure, people hurrying to and fro between various shops as they chatter with their friends about decidedly non-magical monsters attacking their town or the evil witches in charge of said monsters. When Moira smiles, she feels her whole face relax.

"This is absolutely wonderful," she says, letting the sea salt air soak into her skin as she breathes, already feeling some of her tensions ease into the distance. "What should we do first?"

Moira doesn't plan on actually going to the Thornton rec center; yet here she stands, in the main lobby, glancing at various pamphelts in her hand. A customer at Coombs & Co. happened to have one of these flyers in her hands, advertising a nutritional pregnancy course, and Moira, having a moment of, oh fuck, this baby is actually happening, noted the information for later. She's still trying to keep her pregnancy a secret; she doesn't need James' father, or, God forbid, her damn mother, finding out. She's in her second trimester now, apparently, and she has to actually deal with the stress in her life.

But she's not thinking about that now. She's thinking about how she woke up from her post-work nap knowing, with absolute certainty, that she was carrying a girl. She'd scryed after, just to make sure, and in a rare instance of her magic actually working right in recent days, the water confirmed her earlier vision. She doesn't know if James would want to know or not; she doesn't know how to tell him, really.

She doesn't know where things stand with James, and it's a thought that frightens her just as much as the baby herself does. She's not prepared for motherhood; she's not prepared for much of anything these days.

So she stands in the lobby of the Thornton rec center, wringing her hands as she tries to read the information about the classes while simultaneously also hoping she blends into the walls.

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.

I was born with lightning in my heels.

Angel on my shoulder but the devil always won.

Entries tagged with private

In a kingdom by the sea. {For James}

At the rec center. {For James}

The love you take is equal to the love you make. {For James}

Expand Cut Tags