Isaiah Williamson (watch_the_sky) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2013-12-16 10:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-09-29, isaiah, keira |
We can't control the time
Who: Isaiah and OPEN
Where: The grocery store
When: Late afternoon
Lizzy was worried out of her mind. It was understandable, as Isaiah's little sister had just graduated from high school that spring, and still had friends and teachers she cared about still stuck inside. And it had gone unspoken that the rest of the Williamsons weren't about to let her stand outside of the school alone, helping out and awaiting word. Between how tight their family was, and the angelic blood that insisted it was the right thing to do anyway, that decision had been a no brainer. It helped, too, that Isaiah knew there was no chance Winifred could be stuck inside, and that helped ease his own conscience more than he'd ever admit. The Owl's Nest was running on something of a skeleton crew right now anyway, so Josiah and Isaiah traded off, who worked and who was at the school, and it seemed to be working out so far.
But for Isaiah himself, there was only so much standing around he could take. For his sister, he would, of course, but he needed freedom. He needed the open sky and the wind beneath his wings. So, when his mother had showed up with his youngest siblings to stay the rest of the afternoon with Lizzy, he was gone. The feeling of riding the motorcycle hadn't been enough, so he'd found a safe place to park and shift, soaring around for a good hour before he had to touch ground again. It was just enough to keep that jittery feeling at bay, and that was worth everything to him right now. He knew better than to go so long without flying, but sometimes life got in the way of doing what he wanted - needed - to do.
Now, back in town, Isaiah was browsing through the grocery store, looking for something to make for dinner. He only carried a basket, knowing he didn't have enough room on the motorcycle to carry everything home that he might want to buy. There was good bread from the bakery, and good cheese - because like hell Isaiah would ever settle for premade slices from a package - and he was looking over the deli case. Paninis sounded like it might be a good idea. He didn't own a fancy panini press, but he had a set of cast iron pans that would do the trick just fine. Maybe he'd get enough to bring one to Lizzy and his mom and the kids, too. The only question now was which kind of panini he wanted to make. He stood there well longer than necessary, thinking over his options, even going so far as to wave the person next to him ahead. These decisions were not something he wanted to rush.
Sometimes, it was important to remember to take time for yourself, too. Isaiah needed to remember that.