Isabel Evans (christmasnazi) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2011-08-30 23:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | connor temple, isabel evans |
Who: Isabel Evans and Connor
What: Isabel is just dropping by Connor’s dreams. Again.
Where: In dreams. Or in their beds.
When: Nighttime
Though she would have much rather been home in Roswell, the dust was finally settling in Lawrence. She had a place to live, an apartment with no rent, and she was just beginning her sophomore year at the local high school. It was an adjustment. She’d been very involved in Roswell. Since she’d started junior high she had been planning parties and spirit rallies. Now she had to start over from scratch.
Isabel tucked herself into bed. She was reasonably sure that the place wasn’t bugged. The night after she’d searched the place high and low for cameras or microphones was the first night she’d slept somewhat soundly in Lawrence. She didn’t feel like she could out herself just yet. People here hunted demons, what was to keep them from hunting aliens if they were aware of their existence. Still, she felt like she owed at least a vague explanation to Connor. Isabel hadn’t expected relying on him for more than a quick Q&A session in his dreams. If it hadn’t been for his help she was sure she wouldn’t have been able to register for school.
She held onto a picture she’d gotten of him, focusing on entering his dreams like she always did when she wanted to go dreamwalking. That was the thing about dreams. You couldn’t really record them. Sometimes it was the only safe forum for discussing certain topics.