Isabelle ♦ 013
Who Isabelle Lightwood and somarium
Where the Lightwood Manor AKA the Institute AKA Magnus' place.
Style First.
Status the most open thing since the sky.
Notes feel free to threadjack anything. That said, if you don't want your thread jacked, please say so. Y'all need to mingle. Also, feel free to start your own threads wherever you like. There's two set up, but have at.
[Halloween was soon approaching, and that meant a party. Therefore, Izzy has the mansion decked out to the nines - decorations hang off every possible surface, and everything looks generally very festive.
[Isabelle herself is greeting people at the door, wearing surprisingly little: she's a faery, with vines painted along her skin instead of her usual Marks, and a pair of large green wings glittering behind her, fluttering perhaps of their own accord, along with a soft green dress for modesty's sake.
[Inside the mansion, there's food and music set up; pretty much only the bedrooms are off-limits. Even the grounds outside the manor are decorated, inviting people out for a breath of fresh air.
[Happy Halloween, y'all.]
Where the Lightwood Manor AKA the Institute AKA Magnus' place.
Style First.
Status the most open thing since the sky.
Notes feel free to threadjack anything. That said, if you don't want your thread jacked, please say so. Y'all need to mingle. Also, feel free to start your own threads wherever you like. There's two set up, but have at.
[Halloween was soon approaching, and that meant a party. Therefore, Izzy has the mansion decked out to the nines - decorations hang off every possible surface, and everything looks generally very festive.
[Isabelle herself is greeting people at the door, wearing surprisingly little: she's a faery, with vines painted along her skin instead of her usual Marks, and a pair of large green wings glittering behind her, fluttering perhaps of their own accord, along with a soft green dress for modesty's sake.
[Inside the mansion, there's food and music set up; pretty much only the bedrooms are off-limits. Even the grounds outside the manor are decorated, inviting people out for a breath of fresh air.
[Happy Halloween, y'all.]