Misty walked home after her dinner with Cordelia in a daze. She was operating soley on autopilot, weaving through the main streets and side streets until she reached the doors to her flower shop. After opening the doors, re-locking them, and heading upstairs, she stripped off her lacey dress and immediately climbed into bed. She couldn't think of anything else but the older blonde. She laid on her back gazing up at the ceiling and went over the conversation they had had, specifically their final moments in the alleyway. She made a mental checklist as she went over the conversation: Find out more about Cordelia's ex-husband? Check. Realize that he was a complete asshole? Check. Awkwardly reveal that she was not straight? Check. Find out that Cordelia may be into her? Check? The last part was still a little fuzzy to her. She couldn't quite understand the fact that the other woman may view her as anything other than a friend.
Misty was definitely okay with this new development, but she couldn't help but wonder if the other woman's opinion would change after she revealed that she was also a witch. Why would it? It's not like it would be anything new to her. She was the Supreme after all, she must be accustomed to new witches now that her academy was open to the public. Maybe she was just overreacting. At this thought Misty rolled over onto her side, fiddling with the edges over her comforter. She sighed loudly into the silence of her apartment. "I need to tell her on Wednesday. I can't keep dragging this out," she muttered to herself.
Wednesday, which happened to only be a couple days away, was now beginning to daunt her. Early she was ecstatic, now she was beginning to stress herself out. "I'll figure it out in the morning. I'm not going to do myself any good tonight worrying about it," Misty whispered. She finally closed her eyes and began to drift off to sleep. What she didn't realize is that across town, the older blonde was having similar thoughts.
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Cordelia arrived home to a completely quiet house. She made her way up the stairs and down the long hallway to her daughter's room. She cracked open the door and peaked inside to see a head of curly blonde hair poking out of a bright purple comforter. Cordelia crept into the room and over to the bed. She pushed some of the unruly hair out of her daughter's face and placed a gentle kiss to her forehead. She made her way back to the bedroom door and softly closed it. She then made her way across the hall to her own bedroom. Unlike the Cajun woman, she neatly folded the clothing she had been wearing, taking one item off at a time and gently placing them in her laundry basket. Once she was done, she grabbed one of her favorite old t-shirts, made soft from many years of wear, and crawled in bed. She burrowed under the covers because there was always a steady draft in the upstairs portion of the old house. Once she was comfortable, Cordelia too began to reflect on her evening with the wild haired blonde.
"I still cannot believe that I said that to her," Cordelia murmured as she thought about what she told the other woman before they parted ways. Cordelia wasn't going to lie to herself, she knew for a fact that she was beginning to feel an attraction to the other woman. This attraction went far beyond just the physical, but she could definitely understand why that part of her attraction was there too. The younger woman was absolutely gorgeous. Her eyes were quickly becoming her favorite attribute of the other woman. Cordelia was drawn to them; they were ever changing from blue to green to a combination of the two. Throughout dinner their color changed depending on what the other woman was talking about. When she was happy or excited, they seemed to be a lighter shade of blue with small flecks of green interwoven within them. But when she was listening to Cordelia speak, they were a deep green with the blue hues almost completely fading away. They intrigued Cordelia almost as much as the woman herself. She still did not know much about the Cajun woman.
There was also so much that she needed to tell her before she could ever consider taking their relationship any further than just friendship. "What if she isn't okay with the fact that I'm a witch? I'm the Supreme for Christ sake, that's not just something that I can ignore," Cordelia groaned. She loved her position and she loved all of her girls, but sometimes it made things extremely difficult. Her love life was the one aspect of her life that it has taken the biggest toll on. First with Hank, now with Misty. The fact that she was even putting Misty into the category of "love life" was telling her enough. "Maybe she won't mind," Cordelia thought. She immediately began backtracking on herself, "God, that was wishful thinking".
She couldn't deny that she was still excited for Wednesday and she knew that Olivia would be too once she told her. These thoughts that she was having about the other woman could not dampen these feelings. Cordelia huffed when her doubts started to creep back into her mind. She finally decided that it would be better to think all of this over in the morning. Maybe when she wasn't so tired she would be able to think straight. Cordelia closed her eyes, but thoughts of the other blonde woman still wouldn't leave her mind. She cracked one eye open to look at her alarm clock. The time read 2:35am, which meant she only had a few hours before she had to be up and fully functioning. She rolled onto her other side, burying her face in her pillow. Finally, sleep began to come to her, allowing all further thoughts of the Cajun woman to wait until the morning.