dream ♦ 007

[nolessthanseven]

Warnings weird introspection that's bizarrely calming.
Effects a general feeling of calm.

The room is utterly empty. In fact, if you look closely, it looks like there isn't much of a room at all. Just a large chessboard floating in the middle of the room. At that chessboard sit all three of her brothers, Alec at one side, Jace opposing him, and Max adjacent to both. Isabelle sits facing them, a few feet away, chin in her hands. The boys are playing a game of three-way chess.

"Izzy, it's not that big a deal. Just step back and look at things objectively." Alec, ever the voice of reason. Cool and collected and absolutely unflappable.

Isabelle sighed.

"Do whatever you want. Why does it matter this much?" Jace wasn't allowed to talk. He was head over heels with Clary.

Isabelle huffed, rolling her eyes.

"Why do you always date Downworlders?" Max, too young to really get it.

"Because they're exciting," Isabelle replied, wrapping a lock of her hair around her finger.

And at the table, the chess game goes on.

Isabelle reaches out for her Dreamberry, glowing a delicate purple shade before managing to smack it off; the device starts to tumble off her nightstand from the gesture, but she goes on sleeping.