Post #2816085 in The Promise Made, a roleplay on RPG

“Come in, Selene,” Isabella called to the huntress. It had been a while since she’d seen her.

The girl walked in carefully, her eyes searching the span of the suite as if expecting something to jump out. When she reached Isabella at the foot of her bed, she lowered her voice gravely to a whisper.

“Listen, I’ve found some things about your ancestry,” she began quickly. “There is an ancient prophecy written in these texts. I need you to come with me.”

She looked over her shoulder, sensing Dean, then back at Isabella. Her pupils widened.

“It’s your choice to do so or not, of course,” she continued. “But once you find out what it is, I don’t think you will want to tell Salvatore.”

Isabella furrowed her brows, looking down at the leather bound journal in her hands.

“Tell me what to do,” Isabella said. “What do you need from me?”

“Wait until the sun goes down, and I’ll come back to get you,” Selene instructed. “Salvatore will be long gone by then, I’m certain. You won’t want him to follow you.”

Isabella was hesitant. Although she had an idea why, she also knew being separated from Dean always spelled bad news. As long as they were together, they were protected. But she had the feeling what she had to do would involve protecting Dean and those she cared for. So she nodded.

“Be ready for a long trip.”

And then she walked out the bedroom door to leave Isabella with her thoughts. The girl stood, sensing Dean searching for her, and exited the room as well. She lingered over the bannister of the staircase, her eyes observing the downstairs parlor and waiting for him to appear.

And he did, taking a few steps before his gaze swung up to meet hers. As though magnetized.

"Hey."

He wanted to ask how she was handling it all, but the look on her face showed plenty. It was either this or deal with unwanted angel powers and the ton of complications that came with.

Wouldn't she always come first?

Yes, yes she would.

“Hi,” she said, a gentle smile befalling her features. Despite the difficulties, being near Dean alleviated any kind of negative feelings that overwhelmed her. It was like he was her anchor. “I’m guessing you have an idea for me to argue against?”

She giggled softly. As the moment passed, though, she found it a little amazing that she was able to discern this just from a look into his eyes.

Was he that obvious or...She was a Jedi wasn't she? Still, didn't fail to make him smile as he crossed the distance to meet her. Using steps like a normal person because he didn't know how or didn't want to flash in and out of space and time like a freak.

It still amazed him he could do that.

"Where to start?" He then came to stop before her a silent question in his gaze. Should he.... tell her... everything?

“The truth, I suppose,” Isabella teased, shortening the distance between them as he got closer. “I know this doesn’t look very good for the both of us.”

She cocked her head toward her room, motioning for him to follow her out onto the balcony that overlooked the vast garden. She could faintly see figures frolicking among the high walls of colorful flowers, dressed in clothes of another lifetime.

She shook her head free of those images to turn and look at Dean.

“What is your plan?”

Snippet #2816085

located in Sable, a part of The Promise Made, one of the many universes on RPG.

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