just what he wanted; a vague, ambiguous question provided as an answer. what is it with supernatural entities & their smart ass retorts? what is it with their frighteningly malevolent smiles? isaac doesn’t know. nor does he care to find out.
fingers on the invisible trigger, he recuperates quickly at the sight of a threat, the face he’d come to love now bearing a similar expression to the night he first met her. & he’ll never forget the lick of daggers across fragile skin — blemishes that he tries so hard to scrub away. this isn’t allison argent. this isn’t the girl with silver blood & sensitive smiles.
this also isn’t a mirage.
❝ Trouble. ❞
he answers honestly, tone strong & firm despite how weak he feels inside. & he knows he’s grasping at straws, trying so hard to seem put together, after falling apart only moments prior. but he’s a wounded animal, & he knows what it looks like when an apex predator sets its sights. it’s a pity he’s in her cross-hair, because isaac lahey doesn’t go down without a fight.
❝ And you’re clearly far from human. What do you want? ❞
fingers clench at his sides as he prepares his body for the oncoming storm, still uncertain if she’ll bow out & talk. but he’s too tired for this. it constantly surprises him that he’s still alive. isaac is slipping, so raw & hurt that he sometimes wishes for his own demise. perhaps that’s why a single question haunts his mind so frequently:
how much pain can one endure before their heart stops beating?
❝ – ; I’m flattered.❞
; a small smile will work it’s way onto her features, a hand will reach over to wipe away some stray wisps of black curls that frame her face, madness & childish fear is the main cause for most of her actions, she needs to push him away, needs to push herself away, for reality is the harshest fate she could ever face, a cage that she could never escape, so idiotic smiles & absurd madness is her only escape, the only way that she can deal with what she does.
❝ far from? I don’t know about you, but physically, I’m very human.❞
; childish humour will pull at her wide orbs, every part of her soul feels like it’s on fire.
the childish god had been reduced to exactly that, a child, playing with other people’s heartstrings, despite the consequences.
;; & she’s starting to realise just how awful love’s poison arrows are, as it once more start to bring back memories of who she once was, of the girl that she loved and of the girl that she lost, her true love.
; tears will bloom in both eyes, the name lingering upon her lips – but it will not fall, remembering the one time she accidentally pricked herself with her own arrow, and the consequences that had been born upon such an event. Eyes will narrow, she has a strong desire to not let such vulnerability show, to be fierce.
❝ I want to play, of course. what else would I want?❞
