#i. lahey. v. 2 — waiting for something good to happen

[mystiika]

@brxkenbeta asked: Blood (sender cleans blood off of receiver) From whoever your feeling to whoever your feeling! meme: actions speak louder than words

he both liked & hated training with derek. he understood at his core why the alpha was as hard on the trio as he was, but isaac found the constant influence of negative reinforcement made it ever so difficult to appreciate the grueling process. not that he couldn't at all, especially considering he became a werewolf to gain the power to protect himself — & knew that this was the fastest way to get there. this time it was hand to hand combat, leaving him bloody & bruised, albeit not quite so long with the latter but still. so there he sits with erika before him, wiping away the blood from his face where derek had hit so hard it broke skin as isaac rubbed along the arm that was in the midst of healing from the bone's nasty bruise; still aching from the blow he'd blocked with it ( & he leans down some, making it easier for erika to reach given the height difference even while seated ).

thankfully there was no sting accompanying the pressure of the wet cloth to his skin, but her touch was gentle all the same ( a fact he appreciated in silence ). ❝ you know you don't have to do this, i can clean up on my own. ❞ its a bit quiet, clearly a little embarrassed at his current skill level. granted he was improving & lasting longer in the fight each time, but it seemed that as he did, derek only seemed to hit him harder, faster. ❝ —but thanks anyway. ❞ 

sure, he was much stronger now, able to hold his own well enough to survive where it counted. but despite having a pack to rely on he still felt terribly lonely in it. boyd made it clear he had little interest in befriending him, & derek obviously wasn't there to be a friend or confidant. erika, however, took the time to actually get to know him, even if they'd barely even known of each other before everything happened to bring them together. & while he couldn't imagine fully opening up to her, to let her in to the turmoil the world had & continued to put him through, she was still the only one he'd been able to relax around — to feel like he wasn't a burden or an inconvenience. & he wondered if she knew, if she was aware of how much their growing closeness seemed to put him at ease.

then he closes his eyes as she dabs along his brow, leaning into the touch ever so slightly without his awareness of the fact. it was less so about it being erika behind it, but rather the concept of a touch made through kindness was so unfamiliar to him.

[mystiika]

@brxkenbeta asked: you have a bad habit of acting a fool and calling it heroic. - to Isaac from Cora! meme: no light without darkness sentence starters

it stings a bit. even if its true, his foolishness only ever came about from him doing his best ( more often than not in an effort not to lose anyone else ). & frankly, he was a fool. a fool for stepping into this world assuming it would be safer for him than life with his father. a fool for becoming so emotionally invested every time something happens, despite his best efforts. & perhaps he seemed a fool this time too, but it had been a gut reaction to throw allison aside. electricity was a weakness of his, that much he knew, but in that moment it didn't seem to matter.

❝ what was a supposed to do then? she could have died. ❞ he attempts to shift, wincing & sucking air in through his teeth. he was awake now ( both a blessing & a curse, really ). it meant that his healing had finally started properly but now he was left to deal with the rather excruciating pain of his still 3rd degree burns. ❝ i mean... that ambulance driver died. i think the other lady is okay for now but i don't think i could have forgiven myself if i saw what was going on & still let allison walk into that water. ❞ 

he'd done his best to restrain his strength so she didn't get injured when she fell either, but that split second decision left him to stumble a step forward — & now here he was. he'd heard from one of the nurses that allison had stayed outside his room all night & day at first but that she wasn't allowed in because she wasn't family — a fact that pained him deeply knowing the policy but feeling like when a person has none, exceptions could ( or rather should ) be made. he hadn't been able to see her since he'd woken up either. or anyone really. cora was the first nonmedical-fielded face he'd laid his eyes on since then. as far as he knew, cora was the first person who'd been able to sneak in to see him at all. honestly, it was a relief to see one of his friends ( if cora could be called as such, as much as he'd like to think so ).

❝ thanks for coming, but did you come just to insult me? ❞ he hopes not, perhaps even desperately given when he's feeling as isolated as he was. he's got a lot of anxiety thinking about how he's stuck there while everyone else is doing their best to win the fight, & with no one around he's been left to stew in his thoughts so much he wonders if she can see his tiredness ( even if she attributes it to his injuries ). ❝ & uh... sorry but could you get me some water? ❞ he feels bad asking but talking seems to have left his throat uncomfortably dry. there's a cup on the tray to his left, too, so she wouldn't need to go looking for that much at least.

[mystiika]

isaac tag drop

[mystiika]

isaac tag drop

[mystiika]

@pinkrecord​​ asked: 💖 what if boyd and isaac held hands

meme: send 💖 to hold my muses hand status: accepting

   the two stood shoulder to shoulder off to the side of the loft, erica out on some errand derek had sent her on. they stood watching derek berate them again for not trying hard enough to manage their newfound strength, how if they were to be killed it was going to be their fault. all isaac could do was not move a muscle, eyes following derek’s hands, subconsciously wondering how long before a weapon would appear in them or if they’d turn into weapons themselves as they’d done before. there was a sudden crack of thunder that had isaac reaching out for boyd’s hand. it wasn’t the storm outside he was afraid of, but no amount of good intention behind derek’s actions could cover the long ingrained fear isaac held in his bones at the sight of an authority figure in any degree of rage.

   as soon as he realises, he moves to pull his hand back only to find the warmth of boyd’s palm back against his & a reassuring squeeze to match. so he takes a deep breath, allowing boyd to help ground & calm him down. no matter what way he looked at it, he was safer here than he’d ever been with his father, & at least now he had boyd & erica by his side to help him instead of suffering by himself in the cold like he’d done for years until now.

   ❝ thank you. ❞ his voice is low so as not to be caught by anyone other than the boy at his side. he doesn’t get a verbal response, only another calm squeeze of his hand & for the first time in a long time he didn’t feel alone.

[mystiika]

CONTEXT: specifically only open to derek(s) or melissa(s) for obvious reasons, set anywhere from s1-3

        ❝ just out of curiosity, if i need a permission slip signed, do you think that’s something i’d ask you for? i mean you’re not legally my guardian but you’re the closest thing i’ve got. ❞ it really WAS hypothetical. there was a field trip his english class was going on to see a play for their poetry unit ( a play that he wasn’t particularly interested in going to ), but it did make him wonder.

[mystiika]

tag drop 13/?