Who: James Shepherd When: Wednesday evening Where: Near Quantico Virginia What: A new reincarnate appears
It had been a long day, something was going on with the Reincarnates, but no one in James' division knew exactly what was going on. Oh, there were theories, many of them. Someone had even put forth the idea that it the government had some secret lab working on eliminating Reincarnates, which was just plane stupid. They didn't work like that.
Halfway home, James remembered that he hadn't gone shopping and the last of his meat had been thrown out the night before. Swearing under his breath, he changed directions to hit the market that he preferred, although he was debating going out to eat rather than head to the store and then home to cook, but he didn't really feel like dealing with people. He was a little peopled out for the evening, quiet dinner maybe the last episode of Agents of SHIELD.
An onion rolled off the stack and he bent to pick it up, when he straightened, he looked up and was all but face to face with Miranda. “Miranda...hi.”
“James,” she smiled, but there was something. Anxiety of some sort, he could read it in her features how could he not? “You look...better. How are you?”
He half raised his hand then simply set the onion down. “Good. I'm good. You look...beautiful,” he finished. And she did, her hair had grown, and she'd changed the color bit. Before he could say more though a blond man, athletic build stepped up beside her, his arm sliding proprietorially around her waist.
“Hey, they're out of goat milk,” he man paused and looked at James. “Oh...hey. James. I'm Philip. Nice to meet you. Mir talks about you a lot.” He held out his hand and James took it with a smile that looked genuine.
“Philip, James . James, Phillip,” Miranda said and when she looked at Philip the soft anxious lines faded and James sighed internally.
He got out of there quickly enough, but on his way to check out, grabbed an extra bottle of wine. It wasn't until he was in his car, that James let the friendly veneer slip and let him feel that tinge of pain. It wasn't fair, he knew that. After all, it had been his actions or lack thereof that had driven them apart. His inability to move on and on one level he was happy for the fact that she had, on another...
It's hard to watch someone you love be happy with another person.
James startled violently, head whipping around, but he was alone in his car. “Who the fuck...”
Sorry..that would be me. Hello, I'm Joseph Lisale.
Suddenly a torrent of memories played through James' mind, a place that looked familiar that wasn't, faces in a blur except one that stayed, the sharp stab of emotional turmoil and a clearer face. Gorgeous, really. Blue eyes, red lips, intense gaze and a deep sorrow that was more than James could fathom in the moment. Then a sort of regretful, silent guilt and determination.
“Ah, fuck,” James murmured. “This. This is not good.”