1st ғʟɪʀᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ☽O☾ [video]

[malefice]

[ When the video feed comes to life, Isaac is lounging on a rather plush chair looking far more smug than he ever has in his life. He's got a cup of tea balancing on one of the arm rests and next to it a plate of biscuits - quite the sweet tooth at the moment apparently. Two things stick out like a sore thumb - the amount of stubble on the usually babyfaced teenager and the white gauze pad above his eyebrow. Of course when "Isaac" opens his mouth it becomes apparent quickly that either A) Isaac has developed a European accent or B) this isn't Isaac. ]

I'll say, one moment I was smack dab in The French Quarter and then I found myself here and I haven't a bloody clue how it happened.

[ He purses his lips a bit indignantly before speaking again. ]

And while I have to assume the company here is far superior to the company I was forced to keep there - I'm not a big fan of this unbreakable boundary spell. I'd like to meet the witch that cast it.

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[malefice]

Taste is all that matters in the end.

[ Really though, he's curled his nose up at shady looking meals before. ]

[keeperfromtheflame]

[She was willing to give the benefit of the doubt and assumed he was being sincere. It was such a minor thing to lie about, who would even bother?]

Not everybody would agree with you.

My mother...she was very big on appearances.

[malefice]

[ Someone who isn't actually a prat like his outspoken brother. ]

Aren't they all - it's all mothers care about in the end.

[ That and themselves. U g h. ]

[keeperfromtheflame]

[Something about the way he said that. It triggered a memory in her mind's eye.]

[She got irrationally angry.]

That's not true.

My mother cared for me. She loved me. I know she did.