𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔢 𝔳𝔬𝔦𝔠𝔢𝔰 ⊳ anthony lockwood

iii - rosie silvar

"I don't like that Lockwood character."

Isadora looked at Benny through the mirror, "no one likes that Lockwood character." She was fixing her hair into the classic short jazz bob.  "You wanna bitch about anything else before I go down there?"

"Oh haha!" Benny growled. "Forgive me that I'm doing my job."

"Meaning you'll forgive me for doing mine then," isadora returned to doing the makeup Rosie specifically asked of her. "I do get why you're completely scare-"

"No you don't."

"Yes I do!"

"No! You don't." Benny pulled up beside her. He exhaled through his nose first, "Isadora. You have been trusted with tremendous gifts we've inherited from our parents, and you've become a sign of hope for other ghosts who are willing to co-operate."

"Because Stockholm syndrome kicked in." She turned to face him. "All of my dead clients are actually clients because someone who knew the ghost brought them to me." Isadora sighed, "I love my job, I honestly do! For once I feel like I'm actually doing some good."

"And these agents here are going to ruin that." Benny sighed, taking the lipstick from the makeup tray. "Come here," He scooched forward and took Isadora's face into his hands and worked on applying,"I've seen how hard you've worked to stay afloat and succeeded as well too."

"I know. You're always looking over my shoulder."

"Meaning," he groaned lightly, then placed the lipstick back down, "it's gonna be painful if everything tumbles down, and I won't be able to put a bandage on you."

Isadora swallowed hard, "it's not gonna be like that. They aren't like the agents in town...they aren't like Aunt Jade." She turned back to the mirror but couldn't look at her reflection. "You know, Benny, you need to have faith in people again. They aren't like the reporters."

Benny stood up and leaned against the vanity, "anyone's better than gossip-obsessed journalists."

"I know," Isadora stood up. "Now!" She dusted off her shiny black minidress. "You gonna come watch Rosie's performance or not?"

Benny smiled softly, "yes I will." He picked up a walking cane with a golden encrusted handle. He handed the cane gently to Isadora, "you go on ahead though. You've got an audience waiting."

Isadora smiled at the cane just as tender, possibly even more than her brother, "you ready Rosie?"

and a little squeaky voice chirped, "ready!"

She smiled, grabbed the cane and left her room.

The couches and tables were pushed flushed back to the walls but a single chair stolen from kitchen's dining table. Candles lit up the living room to 'limit psychic connection interference' according to Issy. Lockwood examined the room's complexity for something anyone of their generation can do normally.

He chuckled, "little extreme for a psychic connection."

"She is a proper professional," George fluffed a pillow and leaned back onto it. "Issy's probably done this over 100 times."

"When Lucy made that psychic connection with Annabel Ward, there wasn't all this showboating," Lockwood gestures to the grand stage created.

"Thought you would've loved the grand stage," Lucy grabbed another pillow and held it close to her. She snuggled up to a corner of the couch. Despite the very elderly outdated patterns, they sure as hell were comfortable. "Why don't you lay off on her? She's giving us a free performance."