Shit Eating Grin Makes It's Usual Appearance , Barely Holding Back The Amusement In His Eyes As She

shit eating grin makes it's usual appearance , barely holding back the amusement in his eyes as she blinks at him , wide - eyed and unsure . it's never the plan to get stitched up . ‘ i know you hate the blood , but don’t worry about that . i'm walking away without a scratch on this one . ’ voice is low , calm and confident as ever , he’s said it a hundred times before . reaching out he gently tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear . it's a sign of reassurance because it's a lie , a bold , blatant and quite frankly obvious lie . and he knows she knows this too , but smile on his lips say trust me . she definitely shouldn't .

isabella blinks at him , rather stupidly like someone should apply the cartoon sounds over every time she batted her lashes . " oh ... that's a lot . " it took her aback , it didn't sound that bad when he was talking about her not long ago but she wasn't certain if questioning him ever worked out in her favor . " if you want me too . i want to support you but you know all the blood . " she hated it , she hated the blood and the bruises , always gasped too loud when he took a hit but she still went every time . " i won't have to be stitching you up if things go wrong will i ? "

chest feels hollow , the tension surrounding them heavy . his eyes dart in the direction of who she speaks about but only for a split second . their son . gaze returning to his clasped hands before him , the temptation and heartache he feels greater than any he has ever endured . heart beats erratically and he needs to take a deep breathe before he speaks up . ‘ you know that's not how this works . ’ wants to throw caution to the wind and and say fuck it more than anything . hug his son and tell him how much he loves him , for the first time . he's gotten so big and mercer wonders if he looks more like him now , if his voice sounds the same as his . to hear him laugh . ‘ i shouldn't have come . ⸻ but i . . . i couldn't stay away . ’ moment of weakness , turned to guilt . he knows he's putting both of them in harms way by being here . ‘ i should go ... 'm sorry . ’

open to : m / nb !

plot : based on sally jackson and poseidon but can take routes that aren't strictly god and mortal . could be any form of immortal like vampires or some weird supernatural curse i dunno just here for the angst .

" you should ... you should talk to him . " they shouldn't be having this conversation , it had been years since she had laid eyes upon them and it killed her to realize that . there was little more between them than a shared son they hadn't known , one who could never understand that none of this was easy for any of them . " just this once . "

concentration is completely shattered the moment she feels him there . been reading the same page over and over again for the past however many minutes waiting for him to speak up . eyes finally lift , and a smile spreads on her pink lips the instant he makes himself known . ‘ fun is reading a stupid romance book on the beach . ’ explanation comes as she turns the book towards him so he can get a good look at the title . ‘ this is homework . ’ it takes all the power she possesses not the roll her eyeballs into the back of her head . ‘ alex has me reading up on slaying techniques . . ’ offence in her voice clear , brow arching at ivan as to say , like i need these . putting the book on her side table , she redirects her gaze to him as he now stands in the soft light of her room . ‘ miss me ? ’ words are gentle , teasing , smile that blossoms on her lips nothing short of sugary sweet.

closed for : @assidvous

he's sat on the window sill , peering into the dimly lit room letting her continue to read her book in peace before he announces his presence . the fall air is cool , spilling in through the open window and his view of her is heavenly --- obscured by lace curtains faded baby pink and the yellow hue of the bed side lamp skewing soft warmth across the soft features of her face . " you're up late . " the vampire muses with a sly grin , tilting his head to peer at the book title in hand . " anything fun ? "

jaw clenches a little too hard , charity's words cutting deeper than expected . but he doesn't back down . eyes , dark with frustration , lock onto hers , searching for something beneath the sarcasm — anything that isn't the cold distance she keeps trying to put between them . ‘ a gold medal ? ’ he echoes , brows arched and eyes narrowed incredulously , voice low , tinged with hurt . ‘ no , charity . i don’t want a gold fucking medal . ’ steps closer ‘ i want you to stop running . stop pushing me the hell away . ’ deep breath centres him . and he allows his gaze to soften , letting his frustration morph into something more vulnerable this time . ‘ i get it , okay .. walking away is easier . but not everything’s gonna break you if you let it in . ’ he's been there , learned that lesson the worst possible way . the weight of her words still hanging in the air between them . ‘ and i'm not here because i don't know how to let go . . . i'm here because i don’t want to . ’

continued from here — @assidvous .

her  steps  come  to  a  halt  before  allowing  herself  to  finally  face  him.  there's  a  biting  remark  at  the  tip  of  her  tongue,  but  how  can  she  say  it  when  charity  knows  it's  true.  all  she's  ever  been  good  at  is  walking  away.  walking  away  from  her  problems,  from  getting  to  close  to  her  and  as  much  as  she  wishes  this  could  be  different..  it  isn’t.  " and  what  do  you  want,  kellan?  a  gold  medal? "  she  sarcastically  remarks,  "  i  already  told  you  that  i  don’t  want  to  do  this  anymore.  why  can’t  you  just  let  it  go? "

a heavy sigh slips past her lips , shoulders sagging under the weight of everything she feels . the rawness , like an exposed nerve , is almost unbearable , and wyatt’s words are kind , but they sting all the same . she sees the depth of what he’s not saying , feels the quiet longing behind his supportive smiles , and it makes her heart ache and break all over again . because she’s too tired , too overwhelmed to unravel the knot of emotions currently tangled inside her . it’s too much , too soon after everything that’s happened . still , she can’t ignore the warmth his words bring , settling over her like a fog , the reassurance she needs but can’t fully seem to accept . he deserves better than that and she wishes she could give him more ‘ wyatt . . . ’ his name spoken like a plea falling from her lips . eyes brimming with tears , threatening to spill at any moment . ‘ i'm going to keep messing this up . ’ blinks , and unshed tears finally spill over , staining her cheeks as she shakes her head in disbelief . words have stopped making sense , the heart break finally catching up with her . wishing that years ago when they had first met they hadn't been the cowards they were and actually said something . done something , anything . it would have saved her the pain of a broken heart and the fear of betrayal . ‘ i'm sorry , i don't know if i can be what you need me to be . ’

Wyatt let out a long and exasperated sigh at her words. He could see it clearly behind her eyes. The tiredness and the frustrations and the exhaustion. He saw the pain she was going through and he wished he could take it all away from her. There were many things that Wyatt wished at that moment in particular. None seemed possible in coming true. He wished that she had never dated that guy. That she only stayed with him and they were together. It would have been much better that way. She wouldn't have been treated way better and wouldn't be in so much pain. But alas that wasn't to be and now he was forced to deal with this scenario. Her words stung him for a moment as he bit his lower lip. He looked away from her daring not to meet her eyes as he smiled softly at her. "Maybe that's your problem. You struggle to recognize better even if it always was in front of you. But I hope that someday you will be able to recognize it and all I hope is that day will come soon because I hate seeing you so heartbroken. And in so much pain. " He mustered to say. He was speaking from the depths of his heart but he didn't know if she would understand it. He was practically praying that she would. After a moment's pause his eyes locked with hers again as he smiled softly at her. "There's no point in beating yourself up over it. What's done is done. It can't be changed. What we can do is take lessons from it and make sure to not make mistakes such as this in the future. " He responded to her with a gentle smile. At her next words he found himself sighing softly at her before finally responding to her. "I do not know but what I do know is that I am by your side always. And I shall help you in picking up the pieces. Whatever they may be. " He responded to her with a charming smile.

laughter bubbles up at the back of her throat , mouth quirking in a half - smile , and she briefly lets her gaze fall on dimitri . ‘ what's wrong , big guy ? club scene not really your thing ? ’ dulcet tone is teasing , knowing damn well there isn't another reason other than obligation that he would set foot here , each square inch of the place the complete antithesis of who he is. ‘ maybe they'll wanna go to the library next .... ample opportunity for dry humping there y'know . ’ sarcasm tinges her words , soft laughter finally falling from her lips and a smirk follows not too soon after . though , there's no point in denying that rose would rather be out there too , carefree and drunk on the dance floor with the man she loves making a complete spectacle of herself . ‘ soon , don't worry . lissa's wearing her uncomfortable shoes again , i'll give them another ten minutes , maybe less . . . ’ reprieve is offered as she checks her watch , noting the time to see if she'll be right .

closed for @assidvous | accepting

they weren't off the clock but when really were they ? he's sipping an almost luke warm beer as he watches christian and lissa dance in circles , leaning back against the bar . " when do you think they'll get bored and want to run off elsewhere ? " it was the first word he's spoken in some time , too intent on people watching and give the illusion that the two royals had some form of privacy .