[Log with James Norrington]

[carriesparasol]

Alexia was spending the evening relaxing in her study and reading one of the many books held within. Deep below the Wolsey manner she knew that her husband and every other wolf in the pack was shackled, suffering the ill affects of the full moon. Night hours had become like the day to her, living with the pack, but even if they hadn't, she wasn't sure if she would be able to sleep knowing what was happening just below her feet. Being that it was rather late, Alexia was dressed rather plainly as she sat in the study, her legs propped up by a second chair. Now in her fifth month of pregnancy her stomach certainly had a bump-like quality and her ankles had taken to swelling quite often. Propping them up was her best source of comfort. Obviously, she was not expecting and visitors at this late hour...

Comments

[carriesparasol]

Is something like that a possibility in your world?

[chapter_behind]

I've seen undead pirates in multiple varieties, now. I'm beginning to doubt anything is impossible.</i?

[carriesparasol]

Hm. It would probably be best not to bet on such an outcome, though.

[chapter_behind]

I don't really expect him back, Mrs. Maccon.

[A little sharply.]

[carriesparasol]

Very good. It would be a perfect waste of time for you to do so even if it were a possible outcome.

For now, once you are able to make peace with all of this I suggest you continue with your work and your life. Try not to let thoughts of Mr. Sparrow muddle things for you.

[chapter_behind]

Yes. [So dry it burns.] Thank goodness I would never do anything like that.

[carriesparasol]

[Please. Nothing burns this lady, but excellent try, sir.]

As I said, the mind does funny things from time to time, despite our best efforts.

[chapter_behind]

Yes.

[Having failed at any sort of burnination, James just sort of... deflates.]

What is wrong with me?

[carriesparasol]

There is nothing wrong with you. You are simply human.

[chapter_behind]

With a penchant for self destruction, apparently.

[carriesparasol]

A habit you will simply have to work on.

[chapter_behind]

Put like that, it sounds simple.

[carriesparasol]

Things simply put rarely are.

[chapter_behind]

Indeed...

[carriesparasol]

How is your coffee? Do you require more?

[chapter_behind]

No. It is quite excellent, thank you.

[And strong enough that he's beginning to sober up.]

[carriesparasol]

Good. You are welcome to stay as long as you need, but I should warn you that there is likely to be quite to ruckus come morning.

[chapter_behind]

A ruckus? In your household? Imagine.

[He laughs slightly, shaking his head.] You said your husband has repaired his behavior?

[carriesparasol]

Yes. [She nods slowly.] Thanks to the sense of his Beta, my husband came to see how foolish he was behaving and came seeking my forgiveness. He has almost won it from me.

[chapter_behind]

[He raised an eyebrow.] You are making it difficult for him, I take it?

[carriesparasol]

Oh, of course. One does not easily forgive someone for abandonment.

[chapter_behind]

Do not be so hard on him. Idiot though he might be, I do believe he acted out of love.

[carriesparasol]

Yes, I suppose you may be right. Once he has met all of my demands, which he has already agreed to, my forgiveness will be his.

[chapter_behind]

How foolish of me, to assume you had it anything but perfectly in control.

[He laughs, but then sounds rather wistful.]

I suppose you have no way of knowing whether it is a boy or a girl...

late like a late, late thing

[carriesparasol]

No. I am afraid that surprise will remain one until they are born.