Nora Travers probably hates you (its_nora) wrote in fiftyfourdiagon, @ 2016-06-19 20:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | char: clint warrington, char: lenora macallister |
Who: Nora and Clint
What: Trying really hard to avoid things
Where: Clint's flat
When: LATE Sunday night, probably into early Monday morning
Rating: TBA
Nora had tried incredibly hard to be a good sport that day, especially in the morning. She had gotten up early with Addy, helped her make scrambled eggs for Clint (and by that, she made them), and sat with her while she crafted her hand made, Father's day present. It was a... really nice morning, to say the least, but Nora knew what would happen later that night, and she was really trying not to let it bother her. After all, she had tons of work to do, and why should she care what Clint would be doing later? It wasn't any of her fucking business.
So instead she poured herself into answering fan mail, making sure none of them seemed overly creepy like they did with that crazy girl, coordinating photo shoots, media and backstage passes, and still answering tons of mail regarding Myron and Rhad Carrow. She was so fucking tired of that... but continually released the same statement over and over. Of course she got shitty responses back, magazines clamoring for a story, inside sources telling her about upcoming stories, good press, bad press, and everything in between. It felt like she was never going to be done...
It was safe to say she was happy that Ronnie had come to babysit that night. There was no way Nora would have gotten anything done. Though she did allow the young girl to start drawing pictures on the return letters to fan mail. Hearts. Stars. Stick figures. Scribbles. Anything she wanted. And then she had asked to give Nora another tattoo, since she was in a tank top that showed her back art...
Nora didn't care after all - if it made her happy, and it kept the little girl busy when Ronnie wasn't playing with her or reading her a book and doing funny voices, then it was a-okay. Eventually though it got late, and Addy had fallen asleep on the couch. She figured it was safe to let the other woman go home.
She wasn't sure how late it was, but she figured it was extremely early in the morning when she heard the front door. Addy was still sleeping soundly, and Nora was sat cross legged on the floor, pouring over more papers, oversized glasses falling down her nose. Her annoyance suddenly flared up for no reason whatsoever, but she tried to push it down as hard as possible.
"Have a good orgy then?" she asked when she heard him close, refusing to look up.