Moira spends most of the day at the festival, catching up with her cousins and taking in the various art on display. It's a comfortable, fairly uneventful afternoon, and she relishes in the lack of chaos even as she strangely misses James. She finds herself often thinking about what snarky comment the man might make at various paintings, what he would think of certain sculptures, etc.
She heads home around four, to give herself plenty of time to clean up and prepare herself. She soaks in the bath for at least an hour, using all of her favorite bath salts, particularly lavender and rose geranium. She emerges from the water smelling like an essential oil blend, quickly changing into a lilac summer dress, a recent splurge for herself. She keeps her hair loose, and accents the look only with a simple seashell necklace.
She takes pleasure in the routine; a familiar pattern from whenever she met up with new dates. She passes the rest of the time adjusting her make-up, until she finds a pattern that she likes. She grabs another bottle of wine, one of her favorites, and makes her way over to James' place.
At seven, almost precisely, she knocks on his door.
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Date: 2014-06-09 01:50 am (UTC)She heads home around four, to give herself plenty of time to clean up and prepare herself. She soaks in the bath for at least an hour, using all of her favorite bath salts, particularly lavender and rose geranium. She emerges from the water smelling like an essential oil blend, quickly changing into a lilac summer dress, a recent splurge for herself. She keeps her hair loose, and accents the look only with a simple seashell necklace.
She takes pleasure in the routine; a familiar pattern from whenever she met up with new dates. She passes the rest of the time adjusting her make-up, until she finds a pattern that she likes. She grabs another bottle of wine, one of her favorites, and makes her way over to James' place.
At seven, almost precisely, she knocks on his door.