With some shock and slight annoyance, James watches as Moira transforms the utensils into a pair of small short-handled daggers. Of course. Witches, he thinks, shaking his head, as he follows her out the door. They eventually come back to the corridor where they first entered into the garden. He doubts it makes sense to return the way they came, so he motions them onward.
"Might as well." He takes one last look behind them, where he knows there is safety and shelter. But they can't stay hidden forever. They have to get home. "Let's just stay together," he says, as he starts walking. Ignoring the fact that telling Moira this, is contradictory to their entire relationship, but he just has a feeling it's for the best.
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Date: 2014-05-21 01:23 am (UTC)"Might as well." He takes one last look behind them, where he knows there is safety and shelter. But they can't stay hidden forever. They have to get home. "Let's just stay together," he says, as he starts walking. Ignoring the fact that telling Moira this, is contradictory to their entire relationship, but he just has a feeling it's for the best.