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[ it's been quite the length of time for isabelle too, though she doesn't remember everything quite as well as simon does. perhaps that's for the best, though; perhaps it's better that she settle for the sense of realisation that she's been here, done this, got the t-shirt and rocked it with six-inch heels. that's the important part to note.
[ she knows she's been here for ages - or that she had been, once upon a time; she really isn't sure how much of it has changed or if her muscle memory will fail her and leave her high and dry. she's hoping not. she's hoping that living here again will be like nothing, just another little vacation in the grand scheme of things.
[ (and somewhere in the back of her mind, isabelle hopes that things go better this time around.)
[ after regaining her bearings, she merely settles in at the fountain, letting the soft rush of water soothe her slightly frazzled nerves. it occurs to her that she's probably here without her brothers, and doable as that is, she rarely wants to. it doesn't occur to her that she might not be alone, though; it especially doesn't occur to her that simon's literally right there on the other side of the fountain, not until she hears his voice.
[ she turns a little, twisting towards the voice, swallowing thickly with the hope that he knows and remembers her, rather than something else entirely. ] Simon?
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[ she knows she's been here for ages - or that she had been, once upon a time; she really isn't sure how much of it has changed or if her muscle memory will fail her and leave her high and dry. she's hoping not. she's hoping that living here again will be like nothing, just another little vacation in the grand scheme of things.
[ (and somewhere in the back of her mind, isabelle hopes that things go better this time around.)
[ after regaining her bearings, she merely settles in at the fountain, letting the soft rush of water soothe her slightly frazzled nerves. it occurs to her that she's probably here without her brothers, and doable as that is, she rarely wants to. it doesn't occur to her that she might not be alone, though; it especially doesn't occur to her that simon's literally right there on the other side of the fountain, not until she hears his voice.
[ she turns a little, twisting towards the voice, swallowing thickly with the hope that he knows and remembers her, rather than something else entirely. ] Simon?