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@isilvers
INTRODUCING… the lovely, mrs. isadora lawley.
Born and raised in Beaver Creek, Colorado Isadora has now spent thirty five long, beautiful years in the village. Spending the majority of her days working as a head chef / business owner, she lives a blissful life, and never wishes to leave.
jinxselene:
“moonshine sounds like it would get me wasted a lot faster than beer but the effort is appreciated.” she hums, leaning over the counter on her elbows as she popped off the lids on the glass bottles and held one out to her. selene took the bottle gratefully as she took a large chug instantly, licking the liquid off her lips once she finished. “i mean, i don’t mind. i can’t say i’m the greatest company but whatever floats your boat.” she spoke, running a hand through her hair.
“i’m selene by the way.”
“say the word and next supply I’ll have them bring you some,” Isadora smiled weakly, watching the other’s actions closely before she took a smaller sip from her drink. she understood loss, the past couple of weeks spent mourning her own loss and she could see the faint puffiness that came with those heavy, one on one cries. “hey, better company than none. do you think anyone asked me to cook all of this?” the brunette smiled, a soft attempt at a joke.
“Isadora, whatever nickname you want will work for me.” she smiled, taking another, longer sip. “you’re in a band, right? you just look-- incredibly familiar.”
nscollins:
He leaned against the counter, keeping her company while she kindly made him a meal. “No yeah, that’s perfect.” Nate smiled a bit. The faintest heat still in his face as his comfort food request. “My mother used to make it for me nearly everyday after school with an apple. After I left home and had almost no money, it was the one thing that I always I made sure I could make. if it’s your second, then what’s your first? mac and cheese? pb and j? bowl of cheerios?” he asked with a light shrug.
Listening to his words carefully, Isadora couldn’t stop the small smile on her features as she dropped the bread into the pan and began to melt the cheese. “Did she cut up the apple?” Isa asked, reaching for a knife and already peeling an apple for him. She didn’t need to be asked to know, the weight of today - as confusing as it was for her - could be felt. “Dad’s chili,” she finally said flashing him a small smile. She flipped the sandwich then cut the apple into slices, removing the skin and center. “No, oh my god, his chili mac, it was like, whenever we had pasta left over he’d cook it with chili and you wouldn’t think it’d work but.” A quiet hum, “it did.”
exsomniis:
━━━━ “Sorry, I didn’t mean to pull a Gordon Ramsay on you,” Joakim apologized, sincere. “I haven’t seen the head chef in full form,” he almost said corporeal, “and I’m glad to finally meet you—and yes, I’ll keep you company.” At least, Isadora was seemingly gregarious, and he liked that a lot. “Oh, no. No allergies unless you meant bull,” Joakim answered, chuckling; “Yes, that’s me.” Her pronunciation of his name was new, a variant he hasn’t heard of before. “It’s no big deal, really,” he assured Isadora, “you say it as either Yo-ah-Kim or YO-KIM. The former’s one of the Swedish’s take on it and the latter’s the English one. Or you can just call me Joaks as in egg-YOLKS—people don’t call you Dora, do they?” Like Dora the Explorer, he thought to himself.
“Hey I don’t mind it, it brings me back honestly,” she smiled fondly over the other, “you know, he’s really not that bad. He’s really a sweetheart, he just knows we can do it right.” She rambled off as she lead the other out to the garage, her hands gripping a rag she pulled from her front pocket. “Oh boy, I was... off, huh?” A genuine laugh left her lips as she quickly shook her head. “Joaks it is, and people do, I never minded it.” She shrugged as she backed into the garage, holding the door for him. “But, people also call me Isa,” she rattled off, furrowing her brows. “But alright Joaks, here’s your selection.” She smiled opening one of the freezers, “I gotta tell you, my dad’s veggie chili is to die for, number one comfort food.”
nscollins:
Nate thought back to his conversation with Rafael, the one about breaking into the kitchen for a grilled cheese. When he was younger, and his parents still liked him, his mom would make him the simple sandwich whenever he’d get home from school, with apple slices on the side of his plate to match. He looked at the foot she had set out across the table, appreciating everything she had done but not having the appetite for any of it. “This is gonna sound stupid, could you make me a grilled cheese? Nothing fancy.”
There was a faint laugh that left her lips at his inquiry, though, it wasn’t at him. Just a surprise, is all, which is why she began to shake her head. “i’m sorry, of course I can,” she nodded, reaching for the bread, and then opened the fridge for the cheese. “D’you mind if I use regular american? I have just about every type of cheese but, that’s a preference for me.” Beginning to prep the bread for the pan she lifted her eyes to lock on him again. “I have to admit, this is probably my second favorite comfort food.”
exsomniis:
━━━━ Joakim finally, finally found the head chef. “Hi, Isadora, right? So how are your skills when it comes to fresh shrimp tacos—do we have some of that?” He asked, realizing he’s actually famished. “If not maybe stir-fried tofu with quinoa and veggies, please?” He might be asking too much. “Or anything that’s vegetarian… just not… raisins.”
“That’s me,” she smiled as she pressed both palms on the table, looking over the other with a gentle gaze. “My supplier dropped things off this morning, fresh, so we should have just about everything. Most of my vegetarian ingredients are in the garage freezer, mind taking the walk with me?” A curious smile pulled at the corner of her lips as she quirked a single brow. “D’you have an allergy? They were suppose to give me a list, I did get a list of my vegetarian customers though. Are you... Joakim?” A pause as she furrowed her brow. “Apologies if I butchered your name.”
jinxselene:
she had finally finished her pity party alone her room, splashing her face with cold water until the puffiness was finally subsided. or away enough that she hoped people wouldn’t ask any questions. the first place she enetered was the kitchen, catching sight of the female cooking something she used to eat as a child. she held her arms over her chest as she spoke up to her, shaking her numbly. “um, i’m not hungry. do you know where i could find a beer around here? or multiple.”
a compassionate gaze settled over isadora’s features as she locked her eyes on the other. leaning down against the counter she gestured toward the open stool on the other side of the island. “I can get you that, easy.” and with ease, isadora spun on her heels and opened the fridge, grabbing two beers off the shelf. “it’s certainly no moonshine, but, it does some justice.” with a quick hit against the edge of the counter she popped the first top, and then the second before holding one out to her. “you don’t mind if I have a drink with you, do you?”
short open starter // the burial after party . ( @manorstart )
Isadora spent the entire day in the kitchen. From the crack of dawn until this moment she was cooking, which explained the apron still wrapped around her frame as she sat the pigs in a blanket down. Her gaze lifted to lock on one of the guests as she flashed a nervous smile. “If you want something specific, let me know, I can cook up any comfort food.”
winexblood:
“Actually yea that’s why I was looking for you, everything’s a mess and I feel like I am gonna lose my mind without some help” Tobias smiled while looking at her. “Sorry DOLL I tried my best but I really can’t handle it alone”
“Oh shit,” Isadora said quickly as the once bubbly and happy expression melted into one of genuine concern. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize, I thought we had a little while longer before we had to begin dinner service but- What’s on the agenda, boss?” Despite being the head chef, Isa didn’t like to be treated like a leader. Rather, a support. “Don’t worry, I got your back so long as you’ve got mine.”
eoincorrigvns:
“what’s so great about reality?” eoin joked back, shaking his head. the place was beautiful, though he had very little frame of reference to what it looked like before. he’d trusted his friends this time, didn’t feel the need to research where they were going — they’d been going on these trips long enough to know what each other liked. so he felt safe. “oh really?” he asked, raising his eyebrows. “well, it must be a vast improvement if you’re even in here now.” he flashed her another smile. “i did, haven’t yet properly taken a look around. just got here, think i’ll leave the tour until tomorrow morning, when i can start fresh. depends where you are in, to be honest. i’m in manhattan but live in the tiniest little shoebox with a view of… apartments.” he shrugged. “but the actual city is nice, i mean, dirty, but most cities are.”
“You know what, check mate.” She smiled, taking solace in the lighthearted nature of the other. “I mean, it seemed like an amazing opportunity, I get to work in the place that has basically haunted my home town. And if I’m being honest? It doesn’t seem all that spooky. Now that I’m inside.” Isadora’s words fell with ease as her smile grew, crossing her arms over her chest. “But it’s definitely got some upgrades. Like, I’m fifty percent positive they didn’t have this many bars.” a pause as she offered a faint shrug, “then again, can’t knock them for it.” Her head slowly nodded in response, hands sunk into her back pockets. “I’ve been,” her words soft as she looked back to him. “It’s certainly got... A charm to it. Although I think it has to be better in short-lived adventures. The amount of people... Your trash has to be stacked as tall as your buildings sometimes.”
mxrqucz:
“i can only imagine. it seems like a place that would still have a classic look before being remodeled.” he nodded. “i would have loved to get a snap shot of the old building.” he couldn’t quite match the smile on her face. too many things had happened over the last few days. he was still trying to piece it together. his eyes glanced up at her, shaking his head at the next set of words. “the next few months? we aren’t scheduled to stay that long.” it had already been over a week or two that he was supposed to be back home. someone had to be looking for him. “i’m gabriel, though. nice to meet you.”
“I’m positive there have to be some around here but, I’m sure you can get a better picture than the tabloids.” It’s then Isadora’s gaze flashed over his features and confusion bubbled in the back of her thoughts. For someone on vacation, they didn’t seem to be enjoying it much. But it wasn’t her place to judge him. “Oh, no I meant- Well, I’ll be here. You guys might not be but I wasn’t sure how long you booked the place.” It’s then the girl’s features visibly show how embarrassed she was. Literally cringing at herself. “It’s a pleasure, have you been enjoying your stay? I’m not gonna lie, I’m sort of jealous you guys got a head start.”
cphemeral:
“ it’s wonderful . ” she agreed , steady hands cutting up an apple into quarts . dorothy liked to stay relatively healthy , especially when she would be on her feet all day . she never was one to stick to just one duty , so she could often be found wandering the halls — doing small tasks as she spotted the need .
“ it’s out the back , beside the cliff . if you focus carefully , you could see right into my garden . ” she smiled to herself , fondly . it would be nice if she could see WALTER gardening while she worked . it was too far away to truly see , of course . but it did bring her some comfort . “ i used to roam this area a lot , as a girl . i’m glad it’s been opened up again . ”
Isadora smiled fondly over Dorothy, her elbows leaning against the counter as fingertips reached to pluck one of the freshly cut slices. When she was around the woman, Isa couldn’t help the childish nature that came from her. “I should have brought binoculars. I would love to just sit and watch the town live and breath.” The brunette took a bite from the slice and then stood, walking to sit on one of the island stools.
“Now that is something you’ve never told me,” Isadora smiled as she pointed, her nose scrunching for a moment before leaning once more. Truly, she was enjoying this job which- Didn’t even really feel like work. “Dad said they would to throw parties, and the Crenshaws really knew how to get wild. Some kind of... Gatsby atmosphere, or something.”
A broad smile swept across her features as she quirked a single brow. “Did you get down, Dorothy? Boogie-woogie-woogie and all that?” Her amused tone drawing her smile to grow wider.
and another one, here is isadora’s ask, once again same as with remy feel free to send me any memes even though I don’t have any queued on her blog I will take all of them.
@faerytaledd:
“I think I’m losing my mind staying here,” she breathed.
She had thought that going outside would have been a good thing. It was a breath of fresh air; literally. After having spent most of her time either in her room or the kitchen, Fae needed to get out. But that had been a mistake. All she had done was follow the rocks. But they had led her nowhere.
@manorstart
The brunette was in her apron, getting ready to start the dinner menu when the other came into view. Brows knit together as she walked her way over, placing the fresh grapes she washed beside her. “What’s going on?” She asked in a soft tone, Isadora taking one of the grapes from the bowl with a small smile, “you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
winexblood:
“hey! Wait up! I have a question!” The older man yelled, knowing it really wasn’t the way to talk to strangers, especially paying customers but he really didn’t care. “I understand if you’re not really into talking but I seriously have to ask you something!“
@manorstart
The sound of his calling caused Isadora to freeze. She turned on her heels and looked back to him with a meek smile and a quirked brow. “What’s up?” Her tone light as she dug her hands into her back pockets. “Everything alright? Don’t tell me we’ve already gotten some orders.”
beckcorrigan:
“oh…yeah,” beck nodded softly, “i haven’t really looked around too much yet. i just got here, but i’m glad you’re enjoying it.” he told her earnestly. he hadn’t even looked up before and after photos, he’d really not known anything coming in other then that his husband had asked him to be here and so, here he was. “should we take a look?”
A warm smile pressed on her features as she looked over the other, one hand extending. “Isadora, by the way, people call me Dora.” She smiled, brows knitting together for a moment as she started to walk toward the balcony. “I think we should,” Isa was eager, having lived in the small town all her young life and not being able to go past the large iron gates until now lead to a great deal of mystery encasing it. “Is this your first time to Colorado in general, or just Beaver Creek?”
mxrqucz:
it was weird for gabriel to see someone so happy about being in the manor. he was used to everyone being confused and moving about with a little less than pep in their step. his eyes brows furrowed as he followed the woman, wanting to see more about why she was that way. hearing the comment, his ears perked up a bit and he stood up straighter. “i suppose it is. i never saw it before. my opinion doesn’t matter in this moment.” he shrugged, glancing out the small window. “i have. i can’t even count how many pictures are on my camera of the sunset and sunrise. it’s beautiful.”
“I can’t truly tell you how bad it was prior to the remodel, I mean, there were times when I was a kid and I tried to peek in, but the gates were so far from the building.” fingertips gently tapped on the marble counter as her smile strengthened, “now that, I would love to see sometime.” she couldn’t contain the excitement that bubbled in her veins, knowing all too well this building was so incredibly taboo, and seeing so many people- this meant only good things for the town of beaver creek, right? “I’m Isadora, by the way, I’ll be your head chef over the next couple of months.”