— ᴀs ᴛᴇʀʀɪғɪᴇᴅ as he is, he shouldn’t be. Thoughts should not be racing so far out of control. Senses should not feel dulled, and his fingers should not shake. But they do. Everything has been turned upside down, and he can’t manage to set things straight no matter how much he tries. Sleepless nights, due to taunting dreams that end without answers — visions of things he dares not trust. Truth or not, is impossible to decipher. Just as if he’s losing control, too many things bubble inside of him at the same time. Sets his blood afire and cerise is slowly turning murky. He needs to regain that sense of control, wether good or bad he has to. He cannot leave his home, for one of the most important events in his life, when even his eyes express the distress lingering in his veins. Recognized as a bad choice, as the father of his bride to be is more than a little bit picky, and this union is still in a very fragile state. Arranged or not it’s still more than a little bit crucial for both parts, and Izák doest not wish to have his family replaced. So many things can still go wrong, everything, if you were to put it simply. So of course there is fright and nervousness, causing his inner turmoil and darkness to become so much more easy to reach. Izák needs to remind himself of his title, of his people and his duties. It is a bit like stepping into another role — another part of himself that he plays so well. Like charades. There’s almost no truth to the face he always displays towards the world. Known for strength and determination, while on the inside there’s nothing more than weakness, according to the young vampire himself at least.
Nonetheless, he knows there’s no escape. Not that he would want there to be a way out either, lest he knows he should try to run at least once. For he does remin uncertain, wether he is ready for such a great step or not. He has shouldered so many responsibilities for many, many years. Marriage shouldn’t be much more. But considering how heavy he already feels, he wonders if it’ll knock him over or not. The way he balances himself is with precision these days, to keep visions and dreams at bay. Causing the balance to crack would mean havoc, nothing he dares himself to imagine. He knows what it feels like, when visions are tugging at his vision when he tries to get through a day without troubles: what it’s like when it grows difficult to tell wether something is real or if it’s a fragment of future or past. At critical moments, he can watch something happen only seconds before it actually does, reliving the same moment twice. It’s not easy to bear. Izák hopes it won’t show, that today will be calm. Perhaps his prayers will be answered, just this once.
He keeps his hair bound back neatly, dressed properly for the occasion, or so he believes. The suit he’s wearing is grey, complimented with a blue dress-shirt. Wearing black seems all too formal, adding to it that it’s a color he doesn’t particularly like. He happily avoids it. Of course Rozá has helped him get ready. Where he is jittery and nervous, she’s calm and steady. They compliment each other well, in that special way only siblings can. He appreciates her efforts for him, and shames himself more for claiming his life to be a struggle, when hers is so much more difficult than his. It almost makes him want to apologize to her, though knowing there’s no need. For she never blames him for anything, sees his efforts and accepts his choices in silence. And somehow Izák feels as if he’s sparing her, by taking this place and entering a union with an unknown outcome, secretly thankful for the lack of sons in the Mihailov bloodline. For Rozá’s sake, he’d never want to marry her off to someone like he’s going to marry himself off. For the simplest of reasons — he is quite protective of her and her secrets. Furious with his parents still, for making her life even more difficult by lying. By shaming her and her gifts given at birth. By shaming her for being different. He despises it, and has always done his best to make their parents’ mistakes up to her. He most likely always will.
She sees him off at the door, her blonde hair tucked behind her ears. Her cerise hues are looking right back into his own filled with compassion and excitement — bubbling with vibrance he has lost since long. And when Izák smiles at her, to reassure it’ll be okay, she wraps her arms around his back, mumbling encouragements in quiet Hungarian before pulling back and practically pushing him out the door. Leaving Izák baffled and a tad out of line. Easily corrected however, and soon he is on his way. He has merely heard of his bride to be, many exceptional words from her father, to be precise. But he has never lain his eyes upon her. Though taking her father’s grace and appearance into consideration, although having had explained to him that she is indeed his daughter by siring and not birth, he is still more than sure she’ll be as pretty as moonlit oceans and blooming daisies. Aleksei is a very picky man, he reckons. And very keen on preserving a flawless bloodline of outmost refinement. It makes him take at least a bit of pride in being chosen for this. It does mean his status is growing, and that he is seen in better light than most.
But even so it feels as if his heart is twisting in his chest, the closer they get to the Russian king’s home. And when the car comes to a stop, door opened for him by his driver, and he sets foot upon the pavement outside the quite tall building, it’s as if all air is punched out of his lungs. For a few seconds at least. This day, can make or break this bond. He knows, and he needs to carry himself properly in order to succeed. He thanks his driver with the same smile as always, tells him not to wait for him. He can get home on his own when all of this is over, he says. Then he wanders off, into the building with lips pressed thin. That Aleksei ha chosen a penthouse floor as his living area surprises him a bit still, but he envies it nonetheless. Although he cannot say his own place doesn’t reach the same standards. He’s told by the door, that the older vampire is awaiting his arrival in his study. Given directions he doesn’t really need before he moves again. Up the staircase. Aleksei is a pleasant man, in Izák’s opinion, but he does know of the chaos he can cause so easily. But as long as such anger and overconfidence is not displayed towards him, he doesn’t mind it. Speaks happily with him about anything that might come up, and he does think their conversation flows easily. Even if time is ticking away and his bride to be is running late. He does wonder if she will even show up, when it’s getting past fifteen minutes. Aleksei apologizes a few minutes later and it’s easy to detect a bit of bitterness to his words. “ No need, supposedly we all grow late form time to time. It is jus unfortunate that it had to be today, of all days. Is it not?” He answers politely, with a smile as well. Seeing no need to get upset over such a thing. When in the end, it is only giving him more time to actually prepare himself and his own stance in this.
He can hear her footsteps soon however, detect an unfamiliar scent that has his brows furrowing. She’s nearing, he knows. He knows and it has his fingers curling a bit tighter around the glass Aleksei had offered him earlier. Truths are about to be displayed and they are about to reach their culmination of this blinding secrecy, that has gone on over the past few months.
But Izák isn’t sure, wether he’s ready or not.
