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 Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2025 5:59 pm
Quote: In another time, what could Michael and Isabelle have become?
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2025 6:53 pm
   It had been a long day. Michael was by far not the tallest or largest man here, yet the strain of trying to make himself smaller and smaller was starting to weigh on him. The Mother's gift was difficult at best in this new environment. Trying to adjust and not give himself away lest he break the rules was exhausting. Especially when coupled with the classes.
Oh goddess, the classes. Every single one was a new challenge. Whether it was the monotonous kind of class that required meticulous notes to be taken or one of the more creative classes where the school seemed more than happy to throw all of the students into the mouth of danger, all of them were a special kind of exhausting. Each one seemed to weigh on him in a new way, adding to the weight of already trying to make himself as small as possible.
Maybe that was why he found himself heading to the kitchens on a Tuesday afternoon after classes. It wasn't quite late enough for dinner. Yet he still needed a pick-me-up. Anything to make the day feel less like it was dragging.
So... The kitchens.
It had seemed like as good of an idea as any. Especially with it being too cold to spend his time outside. What he didn't expect was seeing a familiar redhead when he entered. "O-oh I'm so - I didn't mean to - Wait." His mind had stuttered, feeling like a broken record when he'd opened the door to find her. It took him a moment to realize he hadn't just entered a private chamber willy nilly and he was, in fact, standing in the kitchens.
Blinking slowly like his mind was booting back up into existence, he could only look at Isabelle with his yellow eyes for several too quiet moments. "I was afraid I had stupidly intruded on your quarters for a moment." He laughed, the sound tinged with embarrassment as he brought a hand up to cup the back of his neck nervously. "But we're not even in the dorm section of the building. I must apologize."
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Kitchens ☀︎ Isabelle ☀︎ Outfit
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2025 9:36 pm
    LOCATION: Kitchens xxx COMPANY: Kitchen Staff and Michael xxx CLOTHING: Izzie’s Outfit (Hat, jacket, and gloves are off to the side and an apron is over her dress) xxxTHOUGHTS: “Why do the men of this school keep ending up in the kitchens?!’
"Speaking #120A8F""Thinking #120A8F"
It had taken her weeks to prepare. To get herself in the right frame of mind for what she should expect within Utopia. Her mother and father had given her lessons, her brothers had played the parts of her fellow students. Even the staff and her tutor back home had done what they could to get her ready. Izzie had figured herself more than capable of handling every possible situation the school threw at her. She had been confident and ready to do right by her kingdom and her princess. Hell, she’d even been a little cocky that first night during the storm that had gathered them all in the main hall.
And all of it had been absolutely useless when faced with the truth of Utopia Academy.
From zombies, to killer simulations, to art classes that tested her ability to talk to not one but two rather attractive men. Strange men that she had barely spoken to before spending an entire week with. She was lucky she hadn’t gone into a full meltdown and ended up in the nurse, especially after the second day and her humiliating display before both Michael and Gabriel. Just the memory of it brought heat to her features, her hands in her dough curling into fists as she fought with the lingering embarrassment she carried within. She had been given a golden opportunity. To learn about two rather impressive members of the opposite sex. And she’d mucked it all up. As usual
”Gods, I’m such a f-” The words were cut off at the sudden outburst of a familiar voice. Dark eyes snapped up from her kneading to land on the man standing in the kitchen with her. Wait….What was Michael doing here? Was she dreaming? Had she somehow summoned him? She had been…No, that was silly! She didn’t have that ability, nor did he have access to her thoughts. Or so she assumed, as she looked over his bewildered features silently.
When he seemed to get himself back under control, her own confusion raced through her. He had been trying to get to her quarters? The color on her face deepened, a multitude of emotions running over her expression as she tried to come to terms with such a thought. Michael. Gorgeous, rugged, dashing Michael. He had…Wait, no, that didn’t make sense. Perhaps he was simply saying that because she was the one standing before him. Yes, that definitely sounded right. Izzie wrapped herself in the thought and shook her head, lowering her eyes back to her dough to continue what she’d been doing.
”No, we are not. And no, you do not. Calm yourself, Sir Michael, you are absolutely fine.” In more ways than one, a voice in her head whispered darkly. Iz thanked the gods she wasn’t looking at him as her inner demons taunted her, doing her best to focus on moving her dough to the bread pan she had set aside for it.
”Is there something you need? Or is it just happenstance that you found your way into the kitchens?”
OOC: Izzie post layout number two!! Thank you, Robin!!
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Posted: Wed Sep 03, 2025 5:42 pm
What little composure he had managed to scrape together was quickly crumbling into a splotchy blush that was traveling down his neck. The woman before him seemed so perfectly at home that he was almost starting to second guess himself until she confirmed it for him. They were definitely in the kitchens. And he was definitely looking like he was half mad if not completely daft.
Bringing up his hand to cough awkwardly into it. Maybe he could just skip over how much of a bumbling oaf he had just made himself look like. "Yes, right. The kitchens. I just..." His voice trailed off. Or not. Mother above, did he look stupid right now? He was feeling pretty stupid right now.
Giving up any attempt at propriety, he dropped his face into his hands, scrubbing at it as if he could rub the entire situation away. "You know, Lady Isabelle, you're allowed to tell me when I look foolish." A laugh made his chest rumble as he pulled at the skin of his face before dropping his hands with a deep sigh. As his hands fell his face melted into a warm smile he directed at the redhead. "And before you protest, I was looking foolish. I likely will continue to do so through this entire conversation, so I must beg your pardon now before your opinion of me drops even lower."
His hands fidgeted, one hand making a fist to absently drop down into his palm as if the action would get the blood pumping into his brain. His brain that was feeling more and more like a lost cause. "But yes the kitchens. I, well, I was hoping for a snack honestly? I don't actually come here often but, well, you've lived through this school too and I was hoping some sugar would be, at the least, a bandage to the gaping wound that is attempting to go through the motions when tomorrow we could be forced into a forever winter."
Well, that had been more than he'd been planning to share.
s**t.
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Kitchens ☀︎ Isabelle ☀︎ Outfit
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