The Halliwell Manor, Saturday morning
Jan. 24th, 2009 10:00 pmAfter spending the week worrying about Savannah and trying to get a particularly annoying paper done, Isabel was thrilled when Wyatt invited her to spend the weekend in San Francisco.
Taking advantage of his grandfather being out of town to have a few days to themselves? Never...
After a late night, Isabel was still half asleep when she climbed out of bed, pulled on one of Wyatt's t-shirts, and quietly went in search of the coffee maker, wondering if Wyatt would enjoy breakfast in bed.
Taking advantage of his grandfather being out of town to have a few days to themselves? Never...
After a late night, Isabel was still half asleep when she climbed out of bed, pulled on one of Wyatt's t-shirts, and quietly went in search of the coffee maker, wondering if Wyatt would enjoy breakfast in bed.
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Date: 2009-01-26 09:49 pm (UTC)"You know? I need a real breakfast. I'm going to go down and cook something. You're welcome to follow along and try to keep to the shadows. But don't think I won't toss you out the nearest window if you try anything." Except where she most likely wouldn't, too afraid that if something happened to him, she wouldn't get Wyatt back.
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Date: 2009-01-26 09:59 pm (UTC)She was aware of where Fork was looking, and trying hard not to be too squicked by it. It would never happen though. The last thing she wanted Wyatt to wake up with on Monday morning was memory of drinking her blood. The memory of the accent and the hair was going to be more then enough.
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Date: 2009-01-27 01:35 am (UTC)Fork made a face. "Pig's blood? That's disgusting."
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Date: 2009-01-27 02:26 am (UTC)Isabel kept glancing over her shoulder, just to make sure he didn't try anything.
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Date: 2009-01-27 02:40 am (UTC)"Just a year? Angel's over a hundred."
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