Trapped in Hell again aka James' couch (For Moira)

[jamesthorn]

Hours are beginning to run together again. Sure it had been bad trapped down in hell without knowing how fast the hours and days were passing. But it was worse being back in the comfort of his cottage with the clock on the wall staring him in the face. Yes, he admits. His damn foot hurts and actually...

With a scowl, he reaches for the pill bottle sitting on the side table and swallows down a round of painkillers. His foot hurts, but he still hates this. He's twiddling his thumbs being stuck in his house, when he should be back at the station, getting caught up on his cases, tracking down whoever it was running rampage through the town. It wasn't just his own attack. Now there was a murderer on the lose. Seriously. Why else stick this damn walking boot on his leg, if he wasn't allowed to walk on it.

Dark magic shouldn't be allowed to continue without consequence. He knows others were doing their best, but James had a vested interest in this case. For himself and for his family. This wasn't a random attack. It was the curse. His family's curse.

"Fuck this." James tosses the remote aside for about the fifteenth time that day. Through the window, he sees the sun has set, and he's vaguely hungry for something to eat again. On the coffee table is the remainder of the feast June and Demetri had brought over from earlier, all the leftovers gone greasy and cold. Ever since they had left, James has been in a food and mind coma, ready to climb up the walls, scowling at the world.

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[jamesthorn]

It isn't an important gesture, but he thinks it's a good thing, maybe, that Moira likes the cottage. Not that she needs to like it. Or anything of the sort. But though it had been an unplanned purchase at the time, but the cottage became part of him. Something his friends thought was too stuffy, that June thought was poorly decorated, but he liked it regardless. And he's simply, thinking, it isn't so bad if Moira approves. Which is a weird thought. A very weird thought that he brushes aside as best he can.

"Speaking of unplanned--" His face sets into a frown. "Have you seen your mother since coming home?"

[chasingtwisters]

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.

[jamesthorn]

His sister June had mentioned the ball in passing, complaining that her father was already lining up suiters to be her escort, but Jams honestly hadn't given it a second thought. It seemed too outlandish to think that Moira's mother would want to throw a welcome home party for a daughter she probably had kidnapped to hell. He thought his family drama was worth its own movie sometimes, but Moira and her crazy ilk clearly had issues.

"I guess I heard. I didn't think it was real?" he shrugs.