Post by Maggie Douglas on Jun 27, 2011 16:50:17 GMT -5
Mags had become... complacent while living in New York City. Though not in the way her Father had feared she would. In fact, it seemed that now more than ever she was more balanced between the worlds. Perhaps it had something to do with the child inside of her; a perfect combination of Devil and human. Slowly her powers were becoming more integrated into day to day life.
Working in her office one warm spring night, Mags was pinning a dress to a dummy. It was an intricate piece, draping, braiding and rouching, and would be her last before she took mat leave officially. Especially since Tex and Uncle were so bloody insistant. Forgoing her normal wine she drank her creating process, instead she sipped on sparkling grape juice and grimaced through each sip. The sacrifices we make for our children.
Looking at the clock, she realized it was quarter to six and dinner was another thing that had becomes strictly mandated. Men. Feeling a little lazy, she waved her hand and cheated a little. The material and pins started to move themselves, pinning and tucking, the excess simply vanishing as it needed to. With Rosie being so active today, she lowered herself into an arm chair and took another sip of fake joy.
"Hey you!" There was a ruckus from the hallway and Mags could hear Harry the ancient night guard shouting. "You can't go in there!"
A scruffy looking papparzzo practically tuck and rolled through the doorway and the constant blinding of a lightening like flash began. Mags cried out and covered her face, shocked and stunned. And then it was over as suddenly as it all began. With a sly grin, he dashed out the window and down the fire escape, into the maze of New York City. Only then, in horror, did she realize that the dress was still making itself...
With shaking hands, she picked up her cellphone and dialed Tex. "Hey, babe?" Mags sniffled tearfully into the phone. "I think we may have a problem..."
Working in her office one warm spring night, Mags was pinning a dress to a dummy. It was an intricate piece, draping, braiding and rouching, and would be her last before she took mat leave officially. Especially since Tex and Uncle were so bloody insistant. Forgoing her normal wine she drank her creating process, instead she sipped on sparkling grape juice and grimaced through each sip. The sacrifices we make for our children.
Looking at the clock, she realized it was quarter to six and dinner was another thing that had becomes strictly mandated. Men. Feeling a little lazy, she waved her hand and cheated a little. The material and pins started to move themselves, pinning and tucking, the excess simply vanishing as it needed to. With Rosie being so active today, she lowered herself into an arm chair and took another sip of fake joy.
"Hey you!" There was a ruckus from the hallway and Mags could hear Harry the ancient night guard shouting. "You can't go in there!"
A scruffy looking papparzzo practically tuck and rolled through the doorway and the constant blinding of a lightening like flash began. Mags cried out and covered her face, shocked and stunned. And then it was over as suddenly as it all began. With a sly grin, he dashed out the window and down the fire escape, into the maze of New York City. Only then, in horror, did she realize that the dress was still making itself...
With shaking hands, she picked up her cellphone and dialed Tex. "Hey, babe?" Mags sniffled tearfully into the phone. "I think we may have a problem..."