Even though event planning isn't her thing anymore, Isobel jumps at the chance to organize their fifteen year high school reunion. The alien drama has settled down, Max and Dallas are back from Oasis more often than not, and if she’s being honest with herself, she’s a little bored.
None of them had really had much fun at prom the first time around, and so Isobel decides that she’s going to throw the best damn prom Roswell has ever seen for their reunion. She wants to do it for her family, for herself.
So, she spends three months planning, locking in the DJ and catering, working out a deal with Maria to provide the booze and bartenders. Convincing her brothers that Yes, you do have to go and Yes, you do have to dress up and No, Michael, you can't wear jeans even if you did for your wedding.
This is probably the last event she'll plan, because Socialite Isobel isn't who she is anymore, and never really was, but it's all worth it to see Liz climbing out of the limo and taking Max’s arm. She’s wearing an emerald green dress this time around, and it suits her, bold and vibrant, just like Liz. When they pause under the arch wrapped with faerie lights for a photo, Max catches Isobel's eye and smiles.
It's all worth it to see Maria standing at one of the cocktail tables with Dallas, her eyes sparkling with laughter as they take a break from the dance floor to enjoy a moment of relative privacy. Their relationship is still new, but they seem to complement each other, and Isobel's happy to see them happy.
It's all worth it when she looks across the room in time to see Alex standing next to where Michael's seated, hands extended in invitation. Michael ducks his head, and Isobel is sure if she were closer, she'd see the smile he's hiding. She watches as Michael takes Alex's hands and lets himself be pulled to his feet and out to the dance floor. Alex gathers Michael close as they sway to the music, Michael following his husband's lead. Isobel loves her brother, and he has many talents. Dancing isn't one of them, but Alex takes good care of him, and they move together smoothly, like they were always meant to.
And it's definitely all worth it when Kyle slides his arm around her waist and pulls her close. They stand in comfortable silence for a few minutes, watching their friends and family, until Kyle squeezes her hip and says, “Thanks for another chance at this. Everyone looks happy.”
“They are,” Isobel agrees, and she doesn't even need her empath abilities to know it's true. They're all happy these days. Happy, settled, content, and whole.
And then Kyle pulls her out of her thoughts and onto the dance floor. Maria and Dallas join them first, but Max and Liz aren't far behind, and they all crowd Michael and Alex. It's a tangled, joyful mess, and Isobel couldn't be happier.
Two lovers have reincarnated throughout history, destined to find each other and fall in love all over again. There’s also this third guy that reincarnates alongside them… we don’t really know what he does.
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it's always so fascinating and heartbreaking when a character in a story is simultaneously idolized and abused. a chosen prophet destined for martyrdom. a child prodigy forced to grow up too fast. a powerful warrior raised as nothing but a weapon. there's just something so uniquely messed up about singing someone's praises whilst destroying them.
i do unironically think the best artists of our generation are posting to get 20 notes and 3 reblogs btw. that fanfic with like 45 kudos is some of the best stuff ever written. those OCs you carry around have some of the richest backstories and worldbuilding someone has ever seen. please do not think that reaching only a few people when you post means your art isn't worth celebrating.
They say you die three times, first when the body dies, second, when your body enters the grave, and third, when your name is spoken for the last time. You were a normal person in life, but hundreds of years later, you still haven't had your "third" death. You decide to find out why.
why are all these modern aus for the Odyssey set in a high school. where's the retelling where Odysseus is just a guy lost in an airport who keeps missing his connecting flights home due to a comical series of delays and disgruntled airline employees