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winter formal | lycanthropelahey

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iamthefirechild:

Summer opened the door, smiling up at him and preventing Helios’ precipitate exit with one foot. “Hey, babe! How was school?” She pulled him inside, giving an exaggerated shiver, and stretched up for a kiss.

Leaning into the kiss and smiling widely at the much welcomed distraction, he slipped his way inside and reached down to scratch behind Helios’ ear. “It was alright. I…um…wanted to ask you something, actually?”

Helios lifted himself up on his back legs to push at Isaac’s hand, purring loudly. “What is it?” Making an exaggerated ‘oof’ noise, she took his backpack and carried it over to the couch to join her pile of classwork. “Do you need my help with a paper again?”

“Just focus on me.”

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“You can’t keep taking on my pain like this when I come back hurt,” he sad sighing softly.

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Her voice was steady. “Yes, I can. Don’t talk, now.”

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“Doesn’t this hurt you Summer?  To take that pain from me and to you?”

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“Yes, and no. I’m not feeling what you feel when I do this, Petya, I’m only making you not feel it. It’s only the effort that hurts.”

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Attempting to lighten the mood, she remarks, “So shall I inspect the rest of you for that deformity? There’s clearly nothing wrong with your face.” She glances toward the door, toward the music and lights and bodies and madness. “Nobody’s going to come out here and bother us.”

“Shame on you for thinking there was,” Ace quipped playfully. As her own gaze drifted beyond the glass doors leading back inside, so did his. “They’re all too preoccupied to even think about it.” He found himself turning his head to face her once more.

“Faces can be deceptive,” she shoots back. “What about the rest of you? Covered in twisted scars, maybe, or zits, or ingrown hairs?” She can’t believe it’s her, saying these things, with even the faintest expectation of an answer. She’s high on the people, even not being in there with them; high on the carelessness and wildness. She might say anything, do anything, and it won’t matter.

But she still doesn’t step into his space.

winter formal | lycanthropelahey

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iamthefirechild:

Of all people, it was Jackson who slapped Isaac’s shoulder after lacrosse practise, muttering encouragement. Danny tipped him a wink, though, and Stiles was all but pushing him out the school doors as soon as they finished changing out.

Scott was oblivious, too absorbed in asking Kira to the dance no doubt. Although he might be mentioning Isaac’s dilemma to her, for she cast the curly werewolf a very knowing kind of glance over Scott’s shoulder. It was probably fortunate that none of the /other/ girls in the pack seemed to know.

Lydia’s advice might have been overwhelming for the shy boy.

Managing not to flinch violently at the other male’s unexpected contact, Isaac graced him with a brief smile and a faint nod, before turning on his heel and heading out of the lockers after showering and changing. Ensuring that he had his backpack hoisted up securely on his shoulder, he exhaled a deep breath and smiled at the others watching him intently.

Oblivious to everything else around him, Isaac had one though swirling constantly in his mind, and heading toward the parking lot, he jumped in the passenger seat of Stiles’s Jeep, distracted from the boy’s usual chattering. Before he knew it, he was outside Summer’s home, and he licked at his lips, before entering the building and knocking on the door.

Summer opened the door, smiling up at him and preventing Helios’ precipitate exit with one foot. “Hey, babe! How was school?” She pulled him inside, giving an exaggerated shiver, and stretched up for a kiss.

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iamthefirechild:

“Isaac,” Summer sighed. “It’s just lunch. We’re just going to nip out for a bite to eat and hang out outside the house a little.” He reached out at patted the werewolf’s shoulder. “You don’t have to make it something special every time, you know.”

Disappointment clouded his features before he smiled sheepishly, nodding as he lowered his head. “I…sorry. I just get so excited,” he mumbled then, pushing into Summer’s hand as it pressed into his shoulder. “Forgive me?”

The empath pressed a brief kiss to Isaac’s shoulder. “Quit worrying,” he smiled. “Come in the shower with me, and stop fretting over every little thing.”

the Tale of Sir Isaac

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iamthefirechild:

“It would take the servants half a candlemark to bring enough water to fill a bath up here, let alone heat it.” Summer poked at the food on the tray; oat porridge and eggs and preserved fruits, sweet and thick with honey. Not for the mornings the delicate finger foods sent to tempt them last night; she held out a piece of bread heavy with bits of dried apple and nuts for Isaac.

He sighed deeply and filed away the desire for later — after all, they had plenty of time to bathe together, providing they could convince the servants to indulge them, of course. Eyeing her outstretched hand with a smile, he took the bread from her and bit into the crust, humming appreciatively at the taste. “I’m tempted to stay here forever, simply for the food alone!” he teased with a crooked smile, after chewing and swallowing his current mouthful.

They made brief work of the breakfast, though it was effort to keep their hands from one another. When Maire blew back in, therefore, Summer cast an apologetic glance at Isaac. Going to him, she touched his cheek and whispered, “I’ll see you later today, alright?”

“Come on, ducky, it’s time to measure you for the wedding dress.”

winter formal | lycanthropelahey

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“/You/ have a girlfriend. You’ve had a girlfriend for months. A secret girlfriend.” Jackson, in his shock, was repeating himself. Obviously amused, Danny let him ramble on, a glint in his eyes as he looked at Isaac.

“She’s not gonna say no, man.” The expression on his face shifted, subtly, eyes darkening, as he added, “She’d be crazy to say no to that.”

“Danny, I thought /I/ was attractive to you!” Stiles whined, and most of the tension shattered in laughter at Stiles’ deliberate expense.

And on a sudden spur of spontaneity, Isaac smirked, and if that crooked little smile wasn’t as powerful as it usually was, well, no-one called him out on it, at any rate. “Yeah, guess I’m not as much as a freak as you thought I was, huh, Jackson?”

But turning to Danny then, he hesitated and bit down on his bottom lip, not registering the shift in Danny’s expression before he slowly nodded. “I guess I’ll take your word for it, but thanks, Danny. That means a lot.”

And just like that, everyone was laughing again, Stiles the target for the hilarity as Isaac lost himself in his own mind. He vowed to talk to Summer after classes had ended that day, and hopefully by that point, he’d have mustered up the courage not to stammer aloud his request.

Of all people, it was Jackson who slapped Isaac’s shoulder after lacrosse practise, muttering encouragement. Danny tipped him a wink, though, and Stiles was all but pushing him out the school doors as soon as they finished changing out.

Scott was oblivious, too absorbed in asking Kira to the dance no doubt. Although he might be mentioning Isaac’s dilemma to her, for she cast the curly werewolf a very knowing kind of glance over Scott’s shoulder. It was probably fortunate that none of the /other/ girls in the pack seemed to know.

Lydia’s advice might have been overwhelming for the shy boy.

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iamthefirechild:

“Ugh, delivery Mexican? No. Absolutely not.” He rolled out of bed, arms and legs everywhere, and straightened with a stretch. “You don’t want to go out to eat, that’s fine, but no on the delivery Mexican.” He made a yucky noise.

“You…want to go out with me?” He visibly hesitated and gazed over with wide eyes, genuinely pondering it over as he tried not to get distracted by his boyfriend’s body. “I’d like that.”

“Isaac,” Summer sighed. “It’s just lunch. We’re just going to nip out for a bite to eat and hang out outside the house a little.” He reached out at patted the werewolf’s shoulder. “You don’t have to make it something special every time, you know.”

the Tale of Sir Isaac

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“Why don’t I believe you?” she murmured, turning her back to him and pulling the embroidered robe more tightly around her. “Come on, Isaac. Get up.”

He grinned wickedly and sat upright enough to slide off of the bed, moving to reach for his own robe and wrap it tightly around his waist. “Do we have time to bathe, or are we on too much of a time restraint?”

“It would take the servants half an hour to bring enough water to fill a bath up here, let alone heat it.” Summer poked at the food on the tray; oat porridge and eggs and preserved fruits, sweet and thick with honey. Not for the mornings the delicate finger foods sent to tempt them last night; she held out a piece of bread heavy with bits of dried apple and nuts for Isaac.