sun, nov 9, isabella and forbes
Who: Isabella and Forbes
When: Sunday, November 9, after this post, late morning/early afternoon
Where: Forbes' Flat
What: Forbes confronts Isabella with a piece of information
*Isabella*
She was sprawled on the couch in a dressing gown, reading a copy of the latest Witch Weekly and munching on some cheese bread rolls she had popped back to Brazil for. Forbes had said he wouldn't be gone too long.
*Forbes*
Forbes pushed open the door grumbling under his breath. He removed his overcoat and hung it in the closet and then proceeded into the living room. He smiled at Isabella.
"Well, aren't you nice to come home to..."
*Isabella*
She looked up and smiled, setting the magazine aside.
"Did things go alright?" she asked with a smile.
*Forbes*
His smile faded.
"Rufus seems singularly unconcerned with the trouble on the horizon... Which is odd, but none of my business, I've done my part... He did however give me an interesting piece of information...."
*Isabella*
She looked up at him curiously.
"Oh, and what’s that?" she asked, nibbling on a piece of cheese bread before stretching her legs.
*Forbes*
He smiled coldly.
"Apparently you're due to inherit a throne, congratulations."
: *Isabella*
She paled, not believing that Alessandra had told Rufus and that Rufus had told Forbes.
"No.. no..." she said, quickly getting to her feet and running for the door, not caring that she wasn't dressed. She needed to get away. She needed to talk to Alessandra. Or Fernando.
*Forbes*
He looked confused.
"Where are you going? Isabella, what's going on?"
*Isabella*
"I.. I .. need to go.. just forget it.. thanks for everything..." she said hastily as she ran out the door and waited for the lift, not wanting to take the stairs if she didn't have to.
*Forbes*
He followed her out into the hall.
"What is wrong with you? What's going on? Why can't you tell me what this is all about?"
*Isabella*
She bit her lip.
"I... Nothing. Nothing.. Just forget it, okay?" she said, swallowing hard as she tried to stop the tears from coming. Why was the lift taking so long. Giving up, she went to the stairwell and started running down the stairs.
*Forbes*
He watched her go. He should probably go after her, he thought. Run after her and comfort her and tell her it was all right. That's what a couple in a normal relationship would do.
"Pity we're not in a normal relationship." He muttered to himself and headed back to the apartment. She'd be back one way or the other and hopefully he'd be able to get answers from her then.
When: Sunday, November 9, after this post, late morning/early afternoon
Where: Forbes' Flat
What: Forbes confronts Isabella with a piece of information
*Isabella*
She was sprawled on the couch in a dressing gown, reading a copy of the latest Witch Weekly and munching on some cheese bread rolls she had popped back to Brazil for. Forbes had said he wouldn't be gone too long.
*Forbes*
Forbes pushed open the door grumbling under his breath. He removed his overcoat and hung it in the closet and then proceeded into the living room. He smiled at Isabella.
"Well, aren't you nice to come home to..."
*Isabella*
She looked up and smiled, setting the magazine aside.
"Did things go alright?" she asked with a smile.
*Forbes*
His smile faded.
"Rufus seems singularly unconcerned with the trouble on the horizon... Which is odd, but none of my business, I've done my part... He did however give me an interesting piece of information...."
*Isabella*
She looked up at him curiously.
"Oh, and what’s that?" she asked, nibbling on a piece of cheese bread before stretching her legs.
*Forbes*
He smiled coldly.
"Apparently you're due to inherit a throne, congratulations."
: *Isabella*
She paled, not believing that Alessandra had told Rufus and that Rufus had told Forbes.
"No.. no..." she said, quickly getting to her feet and running for the door, not caring that she wasn't dressed. She needed to get away. She needed to talk to Alessandra. Or Fernando.
*Forbes*
He looked confused.
"Where are you going? Isabella, what's going on?"
*Isabella*
"I.. I .. need to go.. just forget it.. thanks for everything..." she said hastily as she ran out the door and waited for the lift, not wanting to take the stairs if she didn't have to.
*Forbes*
He followed her out into the hall.
"What is wrong with you? What's going on? Why can't you tell me what this is all about?"
*Isabella*
She bit her lip.
"I... Nothing. Nothing.. Just forget it, okay?" she said, swallowing hard as she tried to stop the tears from coming. Why was the lift taking so long. Giving up, she went to the stairwell and started running down the stairs.
*Forbes*
He watched her go. He should probably go after her, he thought. Run after her and comfort her and tell her it was all right. That's what a couple in a normal relationship would do.
"Pity we're not in a normal relationship." He muttered to himself and headed back to the apartment. She'd be back one way or the other and hopefully he'd be able to get answers from her then.