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    "Isaac is...me?"

        “—- yeah, yeah. Isaac, it’s me, Lydia.”

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I kinda wanna post an 'in heat' starter

would anyone reply?

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Cour•age [noun] The quality of mind or spirit that enables a person to face difficulty, danger,…

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Passenger - Let Her Go

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           Mαyвe oɴe dαy yoυ’ll υɴderѕтαɴd wнy                                   Everyтнιɴɢ yoυ тoυcн ѕυrely dιeѕ

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Passion, it lies in all of us. Sleeping. Waiting. And though unwanted, unbidden, it will stir, open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us, guides us. Passion rules us all and we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love, the clarity of hatred, and the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion, maybe we’d know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow. Empty rooms: shuttered and dank. Without passion, we’d be truly dead.

Angel, Buffy the Vampire Slayer (via fleurlungs)

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Sword. [The word is mumbled, but Derek has drawn attention to the fact his hand is all but holding his stomach in place and yes, he kind of needs to admit to that even if he doesn't want to. Derek's hand lands on his arm and he feels the pain being leeched from him, physical and emotional. He pulls his arm away.] Don't.

[He wants to, needs to, still be able to feel that pain, the pain of loss. It's necessary right now. and hell take the pain of the open wounds too. ]

"Isaac?" -defectumlupum

  [ He’s been thus far inconsolable, but you’re welcome to try. ]

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        "I wouldn't be so sure, but thanks."

“You’ve begun to feel like home.”

               ”—-Am I, really?”

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it hurts me a lot that Isaac feels like he should be the one digging Allison's grave and I don't know if its because it used to be his job or what...but ow, boy. 

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"What are we gonna do, Scott?"

And now I’m feeling stupid.

   ”You? Stupid? Never.” 

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     "What the hell are you babbling about now?"

     ❝ You’re such fools, it amuses          me a little too much. ❞

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         "If you're looking for comfort you've come to the wrong place. But it's not your fault. It's mine." 

"I found a new friend in her, a confident. Someone I could trust for the very first time in my life. She felt like a real friend to me. I can only imagine how Lydia feels and, worst takes the upper hand, it's all my fault, too."

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[ He can't deal with this. He might be a werewolf, he might have faced a lot of loss in his life, but he's a seventeen year old boy who's just lost his girlfriend and there's nothing but pain and rage trapped in his body right now. He couldn't say he wasn't used to it, because he was, because pain was his primary focus, it was something he knew well, something he felt often, but this hurt and Melissa was wrong. He couldn't deal with it. He could try changing his pain into more anger but Allison wouldn't want that either, she wouldn't want to see him become what she had, the insatiable ball of vengeance that she had been when she'd stabbed him oh so long ago. No, she wouldn't have wanted that at all. He swallowed a sob. ]

"I can't...I an't focus on anything else because I just c-can't...she can't be gone, she can't, because I still need her to be here." 

[ Because I love her and she'll never know it, even if she loved someone else, even if she didn't feel the same way, he'd loved her and now she was gone and he couldn't tell her and he'd never see her smile again or feel her touch or hear her laugh and he didn't know just how much he needed those things until they were gone. ]

"You can deal with this, Isaac. You can. It’s always going to hurt and I know that’s not something you want to hear but you are going to have to turn that pain into something else."

[ Melissa knew that he didn’t want to hear anything like that but there wasn’t anything else to tell him. It didn’t matter how many people you lost in your life the most recent always felt like the most painful, because it was. No one ever got over someone dying they just made room for the pain and lived with it. It wasn’t something that was going to go away. Or lessen. There would always be times that the person lost was missed or cried for. But that wasn’t how one lived their lives without someone. ]

"Baby, you need to listen to me. You can’t focus on the fact that she’s gone. You have to think about all the times you made her laugh. All the times that you worked together. You have to focus on the good things, not the fact she’s gone. Never that." 

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[He's not coping, not really. He's failing to cope. His stomach still is still wounded, not as badly, but it's definitely not healing like it should be and he's pretty much shut off all of his emotions that he can. Everything hurts. He can't remember when he last ate, or drank or slept and he doesn't know how much time has passed, but he doesn't really care either. She's dead and it's his fault.]

"Isaac?" -defectumlupum

  [ He’s been thus far inconsolable, but you’re welcome to try. ]

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[He's always had a thing about his hair, even now it seems and he almost settles into Derek's hand. His body untenses slightly, at the very least and he leans into the older male. He hasn't quite managed to get the tears to stop yet. ]

"Isaac?" -defectumlupum

  [ He’s been thus far inconsolable, but you’re welcome to try. ]

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[ No-one ever wants bad things to happen to them, no-one ever wants death to occur, but Isaac had seen far too much death in his short existence. His own mother, his brother, his father, Erica, Boyd and now Allison. The figures were mounting and there was nothing he could do about it and he just wanted it to stop. He wanted people to stop leaving him like this, broken and alone, fearing to care for anyone. Because he does and caring for someone shouldn't terrify you, but he looks at Melissa and sees a mother figure and he wants to push her away, to leave, because the common denominator is him. Things in his life disappear, the things he cares about, so it's better not to care. Not to love. Not to have a family. ]

"I don't...I don't know what to do. I can't deal with...it hurts." 

[She never wanted this for any of them. They were too young to go through things like this. This was never supposed to become part of their lives. Especially for Isaac who’d already lost so much that she couldn’t imagine what he was going through at the moment. Kneeling beside him, she pushed her fingers through his hair offering him an apologetic look.] 

"You can’t will yourself out of existence, sweetheart. If you could the world would be a very empty place."