Room 406, evening
Mar. 16th, 2008 07:04 pmThey'd done what they'd set out to do. The angels were trapped.
Now it was just a matter of waiting.
Isabel hated waiting.
The door was closed.
Now it was just a matter of waiting.
Isabel hated waiting.
The door was closed.
[Door closed, post open...]
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Date: 2008-03-17 04:20 am (UTC)"I love you." Which was a given. But if she'd been gone for nine months, Isabel knew she'd want to hear the words.
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Date: 2008-03-17 12:52 pm (UTC)"I'm never going to yell at you about dishes in the sink."
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