#sawyer chambers

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To: Sawyer Chambers- @sawyer-chambers

Happy birthday Sawyer! You've been a dear friend to me and I hope that you know how much you and your friendship means to me. Enjoy these, and your day!

Evelyn

{The lady at the antique store said this was from the 1960's and pretty rare! I hope I got it right!}

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To: Sawyer Chambers- @sawyer-chambers

This is your birthday (and Christmas!) gift. I thought I would get you something proper this year around. To get you started for your upcoming culinary arts degree? You can count on me for critique and supervision... 

But in all seriousness, thank you for always being there for me. 

Tessa 

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PLEASE WISH A HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO:

FINN CARLYLE- @finncarlyle SAWYER CHAMBERS- @sawyer-chambers

[the-institute-gifts]

PLEASE WISH A HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO:

FINN CARLYLE - @finncarlyle SAWYER CHAMBERS - @sawyer-chambers

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To: Sawyer Chambers- @sawyer-chambers​

Dear Sawyer,

The Mets really? Out of all the teams you pick the Mets? I mean you do you my friend but they did have a decent season this year maybe better luck next year. Hope the puzzles will keep your mind sharp for a couple of days but I know your a smart guy. Hope you like these gifts.

Sincerely,

Secret Santa

[slavexisabel]

unleashed | sawyer & isabel

The bars.  The fucking bars.  Not unexpected but suddenly more infuriating than the shapeshifter could remember since coming to this infernal place.  Anger churned in Isabel’s stomach.  How dare they?  To a legacy?  The Phan’s had attended the Institute for two generations now, and likely more to come.  The shifter tried to morph into her preferred butterfly form to squeeze out of the cell, but was unsuccessful.  Not that she’d forgotten that she’d been bound so much as a refusal to believe she could still be unable to tap into her abilities.  “Fuckers!”

The guards seemed immune to her protests.  Expected but more infuriating than she would have expected.  Isabel took a couple of deep breaths, and allowed her more rational mind to take over.  If they would not listen to her demands, she’d have to find freedom another way.

Footsteps echoed in the basement, her entire demeanor seemingly changing even as anger continued to roil under the surface.  Some cold part of her knew her good half’s charms, and thus she pretended to tap into that.  “Please help.  I ... I don’t want to be here right now.  Please.”

@sawyer-chambers​