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❝ you okay?❞

“why? do i look un-okay?”

      the priest understood how one might feel confessing their unlawful deeds to a stranger;; so, he tried to make it as easy as possible.  ❝ it’s easy, really.❞ damon reassured the brunet who seemed uncertain.  large hands moved from the paperwork before taking a seat in his chair. normally, there would be walls between him and the other, but damon was more of a modern priest, then a traditional one  ❝ all you have to do is say what’s on your mind;; and everything else will fall into place.❞

she wondered what would be the price. or was it called atonement? atonement-thingy. to like, atone, for your sins. and she had many many sins to atone for. “okay well um... how do i start? do i like... set up the scenario? tell you my name? or wait--am i not supposed to tell you my name?” she pursed her lips. she had done this a few times, when she was far younger. things changed though, life changed, she changed...

The woman although friendly, seems to be genuinely confused by what he was saying, but it didn’t quite matter at the moment. “Well, thank you for opening the door for me at least.” He mentions to her while he manages to tuck the basket under an arm and push the door wide enough to let him by. “So I take it you don’t live here, then?”

She gave a tiny shrug. “It was the nice thing to do.” Or was that saying the ‘right’ thing to do? She always messed sayings like this up. “Well um... yeah. I mean yes as in, I don’t live here. Merely erm... visiting.”

Chris knocked on the door of the current tenant in hopes of trying to find his next charge. The Elders weren’t so forthcoming with the information on who it might be, just that they live on this specific floor. He might have casted a spell to make sure he was the only one they considered for the vacant apartment on the forth floor, so that his integration into whomever the charge may be might be a bigger success. He caught wind that one of the neighbors needed to do laundry, so Chris thought it would be easier to introduce himself when he’s down at the facilities. With a basket full of dirty clothes he manages to knock on the door with his free hand in hopes of someone that might help him out. Eventually the door swings open and he is greeted by the person kind enough to open it for him.

“—Hey, there! Sorry, I just moved into the building and I don’t think my key fob is in the system just yet.”

“Key fob...” She should probably know what that means. She didn’t. The words sounds like a weirdass acronym. “Well um, I don’t live here.” She said, a bit sheepishly. It wasn’t often she repeated her ‘time’ with erm... people. But this was one of those rare cases where they made a habit of it. “My... friend is letting me borrow their thingy so I could do laundrey.” She said, gesturing to the laundry. “I mean welcome I guess...”

      damon had just left the soup kitchen so he could gather some forms for those who was interested in assistant living. it wasn’t just the homeless damon was concerned about;; but for those who had difficulties in taking care of their loved ones.  one mother in particular was having problems paying for leukemia treatment for her eight year old daughter.  hands fumbled through some paperwork before he heard a noise that sought his attention. ❝ are you here to voluntary;; or for confession? ❞ damon questioned.

moira didn’t often go to church. but the least week had been a tough one, from lay offs at work, to accidentally helping a man commit adultery. she’d been sinning, far more then she ever had before. and the guilt was starting to, well, pile up. “confession. though i;ve gotta admit, i don’t know quite how it works.” 

   It wasn’t what he was looking for but it sure explained why she was there in ten minutes or less. He was loud, crude and a pain in the ass – but he wasn’t one to let a woman ( &&. A DRUNK ONE AT THAT, ) wander into a bad part of town if he could help it. “Did you lose your phone in the process? Google Maps is a handy thing.” Sebastian pointed out while running a rough callused hand along a cheek of his. “Or hell, I can help you find a better street.” 

Moira’s eyes lit up at the words ‘google maps’. “I don’t use that!! But I do use this app--this other app and its so cute and good and tells me about potholes, and red light cameras and if police are nearby.... its called... um... whatisit.... oh yeah. WAZE.” She smiled. “Its like, AWESOME.” She chuckled. “Like like, epicness.” Her lips went agape. “You’d do that ??? THANK YOU.”

she couldn’t help it and davina felt how that polite employee smile grew wider, twisting into one of amusement as she listened to the woman try to explain her presence. it was pretty clear she wasn’t actually after anything, though davina wasn’t quite sure what her deal was, then on the other hand it wasn’t her business at all. “ah of course, well we definitely do a lot of the reading thing, books are a key part. do you have any specific interests ? ”

   “What do you think of this?” she asked the other as she held up the almost antique locket for them to see. “They don’t make lockets like this anymore. I wonder who S.C. is.”

   He’s minding his business – eh, sort of – until he sees the figure up ahead. This part of town, his part of town, was that of broken street lights and bar fights. The person in front of him? Not from this part of town that much was certain with their clean shoes and almost shiny looking attire. “Whatcha doin’ ‘round here?” his voice is laced with some sort of accent as he wonders more out of suspicion than curiosity. 

— open

the bell above the door rung indicating that someone had entered the quaint bookshop. it was a sharp sound breaking the silence that had enveloped the store in the absence of customers and it brought davina out of daydream that had captured her attention while she took inventory in the back. the brunette’s gaze snapped towards the door leading to the shopfloor, “i’ll be right there ! ” she young witch called out, closing the inventory notebook before making her way out, small smile on her lips facing the prospective customer, “what can i do for you ? ”.

There’s a part of me that’s desperate for changes Tired of being treated like a pawn But there’s a part of me that stares back from inside the mirror Part of me that’s scared I might be w r o n g That I can’t be... STRONG. 

In the AU/Dream Moira is ASLEEP.

Unlike in reality, she grew up incredibly close to her parents, so when they turned their nose at her crush on Johnathan Callaghan, she dropped it and instead remained simply friends with him. 

Friends, who drifted apart with age. 

So when both her parents went to jail for fraud and embezzlement Moira was left penniless and ALONE. 

Then the eviction notice came in, and after a string of one night stands and benders Moira realized she had to do something about it. 

So she got a (dead end) job, and moved in with two women she barely knows (one of which is a drug dealer). 

                  ❝ I don’t know why I thought job hunting was going to be easy❞

           “You’re still not living together? — I get complicated, just figured if a man had a second chance at life with his wife he would have jumped on it.”

“You’ve got it right.” she nodded, she’d loved being a bartender mostly because people tended to like speaking to a stranger about their problems more than they did anyone else. She’d seen hundreds of faces and each one told a different story.