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she wore her hopes,
like a crown
an unspoken soliloquy
of dreams
- ariana
⇸ |11| peace
Narcissa sat on the bed, glancing around the room as she tried not to let embarrassment eat away at her.
Why in the name of Merlin she thought it would be okay to just show up at Cathal Donovan's house was beyond her. When she had seen his note after the soiree she just needed to get away and she didn't want to go anywhere but to him. His non-judgemental and accepting demeanor was exactly what she needed.
She felt so stupid.
"Hey," jumping slightly she saw Cathal in the doorway, a soft smile on his lips and clothes in his hand, "my mom found some of Lottie's old clothes for you."
He walked farther into the room setting the clothes down beside her before taking a seat on the bed as well, "Are you okay?"
"I'm so sorry," Narcissa blurted, running a hand over her face, "I don't know why I thought this would be okay, I just saw what you wrote and I thought-"
"Narcissa," Cathal stopped her, a reassuring smile on his lips, "don't even stress, I wrote that for a reason. In case you ever needed a place to come. Besides, my parents love having guests. You should have seen them last summer when Mathias came to visit, it was like they were hosting the King of England."
Narcissa tugged at the hem of her ruined gown anxiously, why wasn't he angry with her? She had pushed him away so many times, why was he still being kind? Biting her lip she struggled to form an apology, "I'm sorry about everything that happened before, pushing you away and all."
Cathal shrugged, squeezing her hand gently, "you're in a tough situation, I get it. I'm sorry if I was too overbearing."
Narcissa quickly shook her head, her eyes meeting his, "you weren't, I'm just," she hesitated, her shoulders slumping, "everything is so screwed up, Cathal."
"I know," he whispered quietly, wrapping his arm around her shoulder in comfort.
Suddenly a figure appeared at the doorway, a steaming cup in his hand, Narcissa assumed this was Cathal's dad. He was tall, lean, had dark messy hair exactly like Cathal's, and the bluest eyes Narcissa had ever seen hiding behind thick black framed glasses. Cathal must've gotten the hazel eyes from his mother.
"I come bearing a gift," he said with a warm smile that instantly made Narcissa want to reciprocate it, that Cathal had definitely inherited.
"Thank you," she said softly, her cheeks tinged with pink, mostly due to the embarrassment of crashing their Christmas Eve, but also because Cathal's arm was still wrapped comfortingly around her and she was dressed in a wreck of a ball gown.
