izzyalienqueen ([personal profile] izzyalienqueen) wrote2014-03-30 06:39 pm

San Francisco, Sunday Evening

Isabel tried not to think about the fact that things were quiet for the moment. Quiet was good. Quiet was wonderful in fact. But thinking about it too much was the surest way to wind up with the demon of the week shimmering in to break another table.

Instead she was going to focus on the fact that Victor was out of town, Victoria was sleeping, and she and Wyatt had the house to themselves for the night.

Just in time for the The Meandering Deceased finale.

[personal profile] blessed_twice 2014-03-30 11:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Wyatt jumped over the back of the couch and settled down next to Isabel, bowl of popcorn in hand. "I think I'm going to start telling demons to look at the flowers before I vanquish them," he said.

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2014-03-31 09:01 pm (UTC)(link)
*riiiiing*

Thaaat would be a call from Rio.

Hi Isabel!