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FANTASY. x.the casket girls ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃
SHE FELT AS IF her stomach had been growling for the past decade. It had been so long since her last meal that the girl was beginning to grow nauseous, her body yearning for any type of fuel. That was the last time she tried to skip her midnight snack for the remainder of her pregnancy. It was apparent now that the nightly routine was the only thing keeping her body from seemingly falling apart each morning.
Dramatically trudging her feet to the dining room that she knew would have a table filled with a variety of breakfast foods and beverages. Sure enough, scoured over the entirety of the table were numerous silver platters covered in fresh buttered biscuits, pancakes, waffles; there were scrambled eggs and egg whites just as well; there was a choice between bacon, sausage links, or both; a variety of different fruits were served on a what appeared to be a cupcake tower cut up in bite-sized pieces. Everything Moira had thought of was right there before her. It felt as if she were in heaven.
However, when she happily sauntered through the corridors with a full plate and glass of apple juice in hand, she was quickly reminded that the word 'heaven' wasn't exactly the best way to describe the place. From about twenty steps away from the room, Moira could already hear the sound of bickering voices. She was going to simply roll her eyes and walk right past with the intention to stay completely out of the entire situation. But, then she heard what it was about.
"Her violin is missing." Elijah informed the others that stood in the study with him. "She may have left of her own volition."
"What did you say to her in that attic?" The familiar voice of Marcel Gerard then sounded throughout the room. "She lied to my face so she could stay up there, thinking that you'd help her control her magic. How do we know that you didn't take her?"
Moira rolled her eyes from her spot behind the wall beside the entrance to the study. She found it ironic how Marcel was so quick to point fingers at the one person who actually kept their word to Davina, Perhaps it was his way of trying to deal with his guilt, with the thought that the young witch had come to realize the game Marcel had been trying to play with her all along. Whatever it was, Moira was already over it.
Despite the vampire's harsh accusations, Elijah, as always, remained calm and collected. "I have no idea where Davina is, or why she ran away."
It was then that Moira decided to step in; she felt it was her place to let Marcel know of the words that had been shared between Hayley, herself, and the young witch. She was hoping that if she did so, he would come to feel guilty for the intentions he held for the poor girl. Not to mention, if Davina really was missing like it seemed, she felt it was only right if she took part of the blame due to the words that had been spilt. In her defense, she didn't know of the damage they may cause.
