Moira doesn't know why she wanted to tell James that she likes his home beyond a compliment. But she truly admires the place, finds it cozy and obviously lived in, which she always prefers over the cold, dismal halls of her family's manor. Plus, the place just really suits James, a thought that catches her by surprise even as she brushes it away, to reconsider at another time. She strangely finds that she is comfortable here, more comfortable than she would ever assume to be possible. She really doesn't want to dwell on the reasons for that.
Moira's face hardens at the mention of her mother, her mouth curving downwards in a sharp frown.
"Unfortunately, yes. I suppose you've heard about the ball, right? 'In honor of the safe return of two children from the oldest family in town,' or whatever bullshit she fed the press," Moira grimaces, remembering her phone conversation with her mother, who all but threatened Fabrice and promised hell to come should she not attend. A force reconciliation to strengthen her mother's public image, her favorite sort of activity.
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Date: 2014-06-02 03:52 pm (UTC)Moira's face hardens at the mention of her mother, her mouth curving downwards in a sharp frown.
"Unfortunately, yes. I suppose you've heard about the ball, right? 'In honor of the safe return of two children from the oldest family in town,' or whatever bullshit she fed the press," Moira grimaces, remembering her phone conversation with her mother, who all but threatened Fabrice and promised hell to come should she not attend. A force reconciliation to strengthen her mother's public image, her favorite sort of activity.