[When Magnus had left the house with the intention of hunting down some curtains that didn't have flowers stitched onto them, he hadn't expected any sort of excitement. Most of the decor items for sale in town fit with the theme already established in the house he shared with Alec—that is to say, no theme whatsoever. Several of the main rooms were decorated in a limited array of beiges, several in yellow, and one poor room painted dark green. While he was usually a fan of bold color choices, none of them were quite what excited him. The shabby chic furniture was its own brand of nightmare, wicker chairs painful for both his body and his soul. Unfortunately, it seemed like he'd have to resort to methods other than simply shopping in town.
Amidst all the dull design around him—he loved the quaint little town and it's shops, honestly—it was easy to pick out a woman in leather and high heels. Something about her silhouette was familiar enough for him to cross the street and jog to catch up to her, reaching out for her arm but hesitating. He didn't want to grab her and risk startling a stranger he might have mistaken for—] Isabelle?
Option One (he chooses life)
Amidst all the dull design around him—he loved the quaint little town and it's shops, honestly—it was easy to pick out a woman in leather and high heels. Something about her silhouette was familiar enough for him to cross the street and jog to catch up to her, reaching out for her arm but hesitating. He didn't want to grab her and risk startling a stranger he might have mistaken for—] Isabelle?