Moira

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Sunday night, Moira attempts to get some sleep despite no word from Nathan.



With a sigh, Moira turned over onto her side and pulled the blanket higher. Before Nathan had arrived in the Mansion, the size of the bed had felt just about right. She hadn’t spent a whole lot of time in it but there had been no complaints. After they had gotten together, there had been some cheerful grousing about how small the bed could feel. Nathan was, after all, a good deal bigger than her.

Yet now…she groaned and buried her head in the pillow. It was too big. Another sigh and then a cursed followed as Moira rolled over into the middle of the bed. Too big and too cold, she thought.

She was scared. Terrified, if she admitted it to herself. Sunday night was passing quickly and there had still been no word from Nathan. Moira clung to the knowledge that the link was still there, quiet, but not harmed.

Visiting various people had helped calm her worried thoughts, some, but she knew she wouldn’t settle down until either he had contacted her or came home. The preferred method was him coming home.

It wasn’t that he hadn’t contacted anyone and had been gone (well, only a little). It was more that he hadn’t taken Pete like he said he would, which was not like him, coupled with the fact that it was Mistra he had to deal with, possibly.

Angie’s reading had taken some of the worry and frustration from her but there was still a good deal of it left to linger.

A sound that was more quiet sob than curse came out of Moira as she reached for Nathan’s pillow and snuggled into it, breathing in his scent as she attempted to go to sleep.