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The Apartment, New York, Wednesday
Isabelle had been to see Flick's mother today. She'd brought the tastiest cupcakes in the city with her, as well as reassurances that Flick was doing just fine. Working hard to advance and to develop himself, but fine all the same. In exchange, Flick's mother had shared a few small memories of him as a child. Isabelle had not asked too many ( Read more... ) -
The Institute, New York, Tuesday
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Room 301, Tuesday Afternoon
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The Institute, New York, Wednesday
It was a big day. Also slightly terrifying, even though Isabelle was sure this was really just a formality. Her mother just wanted to have seen something with her own eyes instead of just going by other people's word. She was the person who'd have to vouch for Flick, after all ( Read more... ) -
Room 301, Tuesday Afternoon
Isabelle was totally an adult.
Which meant she had not snickered in delight at some dumb stuff she's found at work during her first shift.
Much like she hadn't bought them, and wasn't currently texting Alec about unrelated things while alternating between snacking from the two packets. Totally not. Except for how she was ( Read more... ) -
New York, Monday Morning
There'd been a wedding outside the city last night, at Luke's country house. Everyone had been there, even both Isabelle's parents who'd apparently decided to pretend things were fine enough that they could actually stand side by side ( Read more... ) -
The Mainland, Sunday Afternoon
This was Isabelle's idea of a lazy Sunday: shopping. Lots and lots of shopping. Nothing calmed a randomly restless mind better than that. Except demon hunting, of course. And fighting. But she'd gotten her training in this morning, and she had intentions of going home to patrol with her brothers sometime soon. So shopping it was ( Read more... ) -
The Mainland, Friday Evening
Isabelle and Flick's last attempt at a date night had failed miserably. So, obviously, they needed and deserved a complete re-do. And no, that wasn't an excuse for Isabelle to get a new dress. Although she had ( Read more... ) -
Room 301, Saturday Evening
Isabelle's room was a mess. Of course, Isabelle's room was always a mess, but tonight it was a particular kind of mess. The usual mess was still there, comprising mostly of clothes and related accessories strewn all around the room, but there was another mess on top of it. Subtle things, mostly. Like the shoe scuff mark on her door, at around waist ( Read more... ) -
Room 301, Saturday Morning
There was nothing that could have prepared Isabelle for this. A few dreams had done nothing - she dreamt of Max enough as it was. He was damn near ever-present, because of his glaring absence. It was nothing new and had not been for what felt like a really long time now ( Read more... )