#* dyn: felix x isabelle.

[lodgeveronicas-blog]

I can’t share a room with someone in constant state of arousal! / fizzy

    most days, isabelle did not really care about felix’s comments. they teased each other all of the time, the dripping sarcasm hiding the truth of their feelings -- the jealousy burning behind their gaze. but for some reason, that afternoon she was not quite in the mood for their bickering. well, it wasn’t a mystery why she was in such a mood ( the girl she had seen felix talking to in the hallway -- for the third time that week ), but izzy was not about to give him the satisfaction. taking a deep breath, the brunette shut her eyes as sharp red nails held tightly to her pillow. perhaps if she inhaled enough times, izzy would not explode. but then again, she was isabelle lightwood -- exploding was what she did. turning around, the girl threw the pillow in his direction. 

      “then how do you manage to live with yourself?” the girl inquired, voice laced with a malice that was meant to hurt rather than amuse. “because as far as i know, i am not the one who can’t keep it in her pants. or are we really going to pretend you don’t sleep around as much as i do -- perhaps even more?” she added, gaze locking with his just for a second before falling to her feet. clicking her tongue, isabelle turned around once again before grabbing her blanket. “don’t worry about it, felix. you won’t have to share a room with me. i will be sleeping in the couch”, she whispered, walking towards the door without so much as a glance at him. 

[shookwrites]

     you’re in love with him, and he’s in love with you, and it’s like a goddamn tragedy, because you look at him and see the stars, and he looks at you and sees the sun. and you both think the other is just looking at the ground. // happy birthday, fefe ( @hallfhearted / @hellawrites )

[lodgeveronicas-blog]

‘ maybe i don’t know how love works. ’ felix @ izzy

    there it is, that four letter word that izzy seems to be so terrified of. love is a complicated feeling, one she does not seem to understand the slightest bit of. she knows she feels it -- she’s had proof of that time and time and again. but understanding it? that was a whole other thing. looking down, the girl cannot help but let out a sigh. she hates having this type of conversation with him, the lingering feeling she has to say the right thing or what they were ( whatever that was ) would come crashing down. “and you think i do?” she whispers, brown eyes traveling up to find his gaze. “i don’t think any of us know love works, felix. but i think-- maybe that’s the point. maybe love is not supposed to be understood, maybe love is supposed to be felt. whether it is the type of feeling you wanna have more of or the type of pain that makes you want to be dead”, izzy adds, shrugging softly. 

    “but then again, what do i know? what do we know? look at how we were raised. look at the people who raised us. even if love was meant to be comprehended, i don’t think either one of us would be the right people to figure it out -- our parents and our lives made sure of that. it doesn’t mean we can’t feel it, though, it just means-- i guess we don’t love like other people. maybe the way we love is never going to be complete and enough because we don’t know how it works. or maybe, just maybe, we don’t have as many expectations so the way we love is the most fulfilling and exhilarating of all because we can never know what’s missing. it’s either a blessing or a curse -- depends on how you want to see it. and considering all we’ve been through, maybe we should try to be optimistic for once.” 

[lodgeveronicas-blog]

#1 emo teen with hair as black as his soul

   all of my muses, canon and oc, say they look great in black. but one in particular.

[shookwrites]

❝What shall we toast to?❞ hogwarts!fizzy

    her laughter echoes around the empty great hall as he asks her, a shrug following short after. truthfully, isabelle was just a tad bit tipsy, but it would not be christmas break if there was no butterbeer. however, it was the special isabelle lightwood recipe with a lot more beer than butter – sometimes her disastrous cooking skills ended up being amusing. “i don’t know. we can toast to you finally moving on from that alicia, alexandra, alex, oh – ALLISON!” the girl whispers jokingly, pretending to think for a minute. “or we can just toast to another christmas just the two of us. i guess toasting to our friendship is always a good idea. there’s nothing i would rather celebrate more than the fact i am with you.”

[shookwrites]

‘ I run away when things are good. ’ fizzy

     “i know”, she whispers, forcing a chuckle upon ruby lips despite the sad tone in her voice. isabelle knows all there is to know about felix price, the statement does not come as a surprise. but for some reason she knows the moment is not calling for that, the remembering of how long they have been in each other’s lives. there is more to his words and she cannot find out exactly what it is. “and i run away when things are bad”, the brunette adds, the chuckle sounding a tad bit more genuine this time as it breaks her off. taking a deep breath, she leans closer to him. “i was hoping... you helped me come back when things got bad. maybe i could help you stay when things are good.”