Alicia Spinnet-Pucey (_alicia_) wrote in thelaststation, @ 2013-11-29 21:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: alicia, character: cormac, status: complete, type: log |
Log: Alicia and Cormac
Who: Alicia Spinnet and Cormac McLaggen
What: It’s been a week, Alicia can only wait so long before she begins to want answers.
When: Friday, November 29 – late afternoon.
Where: Cormac’s flat
Rating: Low, though there might most likely will be some foul language.
Status: Complete
One week. It had been one week since the one solace she had had in being a single parent – the fact that everything had been settled nice and neatly before Isla had been born – had been proven wrong. One week since she had given Cormac what she figured was the shock of his life. And one week of figuring out how to go about things while waiting to hear back from Cormac regarding his decision in all of this. Alicia had met with the solicitor Julian had recommended – Mr. Haversham, the solicitor who had seen to things on her end of things the first time around had died about a year later – and together they had drawn up three alternative solutions to present Cormac with when the time came, and all three were open to editing.
But Cormac hadn’t gotten back to her. Since his journal entry last weekend, where it was clear that he had gone on a bender, rather than attempt to deal with this with a clear head, there had been nothing. Alicia was beginning to run out of patience. She was sick and tired of being unfocused and distracted, of constantly having to ask people to repeat what they had said because she had found herself drifting off, wondering how this was going to end and that consistently present, tiny, nagging fear that maybe he would go in the completely opposite direction of what they had had and demand full custody had made it difficult for her to sleep properly.
One week, she decided, as enough waiting. It wasn’t that she needed the full answer right now, but she just needed assurance that he wasn’t just ignoring the issue and she wanted just an inkling of an idea of which direction he might lean towards. One week was fitting, she thought, as she scaled the stairs towards his flat after she had taken Isla to her mum’s. It was a relief to know, that no matter how tonight went, she wouldn’t have Isla to take care of this weekend, and that even though she was on call, she would have Julian to go over things with her again, to talk her back down again.
When at first there was no response to her knocking on his door, Alicia knocked again, harder. There was light seeping through the edges of the door, so she knew he was in there.