//Alright, my blog are…not on hiatus but I”m only doing a limited number of threads. I hate this show and a surprising majority of the fandom but I love you guys. SO limited playing for a while.
"Haven’t you people ever heard of closing the goddamn door?!"
"No, it’s much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.”
”I mean technically our marriage is saved.”
”But they haven’t seen the best of…
"I know, okay. I am working on it." Nora threw things in her bag and turned to ANgie. "Suspicious about what exactly?"
"Do you like it here?" Nora asked her
"Depends on the day— don’t get me wrong, I love everyone here. . but some days I just don’t feel like I belong. . then others I know they all love me too. In a way, I like being here, but I have my doubts I guess."
"Doubts?" Nora repeated.
"That a few of them won’t turn on me— I love them all, but let’s be honest, if I wasn’t Bass’s sister, they would have killed me years ago."
"Is that you or the hormones talking?" Nora asked quietly.
"Is that how you get business around here?" Charlie asked, a glint in her eyes. If she was moving into town then she needed to know. She’d smelled the witch a few blocks out. Magic couldn’t hide from fairies.
"Didn’t you come here for a reading?" Nora countered. She studied her guest and tried to suppress a frown. There was something off about the woman but she couldn’t put her finger on it. Nora didn’t like not knowing about the people who came in her home.
"Why are you leaving?" Rachel asked quietly, directing her eyes away from him. She felt Nora’s eyes bearing down on her, but she tried not to think about it too much. If Nora had said anything about the path Rachel was going down, Miles would either refuse to leave or leave even quicker. There was no way to tell but Rachel sure as hell didn’t want to find out.
Nora wanted to open her mouth but this had to be MIles’ decision. SHe couldn’t constantly be talking for him. He had to show Rachel that this was what he wanted.
"We just…need to go," MIles said. "Nora and I…this isn’t the place for us. FOr me."
"Well whose fault is that"
"You’re a strange man, Miles Matheson."
"And you are a very closed woman Nora Clayton"
"You know what this was when we started. ALright, not the rebel thing but the closed thing. YOu had to work how hard to get a date with me?"
Nora gently set her daughter in her crib. ”She’s beautiful, isn’t she? Such a little angel. Now that she’s sleeping through the night anyway. I never knew being a mom was so exhausting.”
Charlie watches from the other side of the crib, smiling down at the baby girl. “She’s precious. She’s got Bass’ curls.” Carefully, as not to wake her, she pets said messy curls.
"She does," Nora agreed. "She’s got his eyes too when she opens them. Though as much as I love seeing those baby blues, they get a little annoying when she’s up at three am." Nora smiled at Charlie. "How long until you join the new mother club? You’re trying for one, right?"
Rachel had a look on her face that a puppy would have after getting into trouble. It wasn’t her intention to get caught but her father said otherwise. “I’m sorry to interrupt, Miles, but I thought you deserved to know Rachel’s been following you,” Gene ratted as Rachel pulled her arm from his grip and looked at both of them.
Miles looked at Nora who shrugged. She didn’t want to deal wth this. She wanted to leave and never look back. The longer they were here, the more chances there were for Miles to decide Nora wasn’t really the one he wanted. Nora gestured to the Porters. He had to deal with it somehow.
"Rachel, why are you following me?" he sighed.
"Man it’s like your McDonald’s, ‘hurry up and order’ " she said when the woman hurried her along. "I’d like some O-neg with a side of fires but I’m not really that picky, you look like you taste fine"
"And I’m just supposed to sit here and let you bite me?" Nora countered. "Because that’s not going to happen. I have people to meet, things to do…Don’t have time to die right now."