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Hey guys! Iâm going to be putting all but one (Kol) of my RP accounts on hiatus. There are a few reasons Iâm going to detail under the cut, but just know that I LOVE ALL OF YOU, and this is hopefully just a break and not something more permanent.Â
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Where for art thou, brother?
Isaac nodded at Camden. Of course his parents werenât together âthey were dead. Isaac knew better than to put his faith into a higher power and he should apply that sentiment to the âafter lifeâ. Taking a few deep breaths, Isaac calmed the anxiety that was knotted in his stomach. Then Camdenâs question reached his ears and Isaacâs stomach flipped. His head clouded with his fatherâs voice, telling him that Camden was KIA and that it was just Isaac was all his father had left.
Youâre the only son now, Isaac. Youâre all Iâve got. Isaac cringed at the memory of the first night it happened. When his father slipped into his room and got him out if bed. âIâve got something special for you, Isaac.â Isaacâs father sat on the edge of Isaacâs bed and rubbed the palm of his hand over the budge in his jeans. Isaac felt uncomfortable seeing his dad touch himself. That was around the time Isaac started masturbating nonstop so he knew what was going on but he didnât understand why it was happening.Â
Isaac laid paralyzed by his memory only finally escaping when it became too much for him. He tried to look at Camden, but he felt too embarrassed, like his brother could look into his mind and see how his father replaced his hand with Isaacâs or how Isaac cried into his pillow after his father had left the room. Â He shifted his weight in the bead, away from Camden and said âThings changed. Dad changed.â Isaac couldnât tell Camden; he didnât want to ruin his brotherâs good memories if their father. What happened would never happen again and Isaac needed to be happy with that.
The movement of his brother away from him, the physical distance he was trying to create even though there wasn't space...it spoke volumes about what Isaac wasn't saying. There were memories drifting between the lines, ghosts haunting his little brother's eyes. Turning the boy he used to know into the man in front of him, whatever happened with their father -- Camden wasn't sure he wanted to know, perhaps it was better for both of them if he didn't.
Or, was that just selfish? Sure it would be easier for him to leave it at the generic answer spoken to somewhere in the vicinity of his shoulder, before those blue eyes disappeared from his sight. There was something about Isaac's answer that was stabbing him in the gut, it wasn't the words, it wasn't the way he said them, the tone of his voice. There was something even more unsettling than the distance being shoved toward him, the chasm of emptiness inside his brother that was pouring in between them. Camden breathed and looked around the room quickly, eyes darting this way and that searching for the answer. What was it causing the ball of anxiety to build in his stomach again.
When his eyes roamed over Isaac again, he saw it, it was the redness creeping up his brother's neck and spreading over his cheeks. It was something he'd seen before, his brother's embarrassment, teasing him growing up had made him familiar with that expression. But, why would he be embarrassed at Camden's question about their dad? There were a thousand emotions; sadness, fear, even anger would fit better. Embarrassment though.
"Isaac," Camden reached out laid his hand on his brother's shoulder. "How did dad change?" He couldn't leave it. It was selfish of him to want to ignore what had happened to his brother.Â
"Iâve got my dadâs height and smoking habit. But I think Iâve got my mumâs looks and sensibilities."
Dead Man Walking
Good to know Camden felt a fraction of the sucker punch delivered to Isaac eight years ago. Imagine, finding out your brother had died simply by opening the door. After all, Marines didnât do house visits often did they?Â
There was a dam, the floodgates holding back everything harrowing about right now. The movies didnât show you what happened after the all-important look, the next step of reconciliation, and Isaac wasnât good at walking in blind. In fact, he wasnât good at walking at all. His feet felt solidly stuck to the ground as his chest compressed into non-existence, his limbs heavy and numb and his heart doing the thing where he wasnât sure if it was beating too fast or not at all.
Isaac had an apocalypse in him. His own Ragnarok. He was waiting for the all-consuming light, the shake to wake him up but as much as his heart hurt, as much as the ache felt like a physical pain, he couldnât wake from a sleepless dream. Was it a nightmare? Maybe. He wasnât sure yet.
Camdenâs words washed over him as his gaze fluttered, not sure what to focus on anymore. His senses were i overdrive, his wolf inside of him meek, hiding in the face of this emotional turmoil that took up all of his body. Isaac was trembling, but he wouldnât know with his hands clenched into fists by his side.Â
"He died of an animal attack, Camden I donât know what you want me to say," Isaac snapped out, unable to stop the crack in his voice. His whole face was burning hot, he almost expected his tears to evaporate. Blinking furiously. "I donâtâ I donât know what the fuck you want me to say.â
He raised up a fist to angrily wipe away the droplets collecting on his lashes and focused once again on his brother, haughty raise of the chin, the grit of his teeth challenging Camden to do something. âWelcome back, I guess. You lost weight.â
Camden watched as the effects of his meager expination took hold of his brother; there was a moment in his eyes where Camden imagined he could see forgiveness  -- but, it was nothing more than a flicker of light, a gleam from the tears building up in Isaac's blue eyes. He looked away, couldn't hold that gaze, not with the storm behind it threatening to capsize them both. A turbulant sea was growing between them, stretching out it's watery tendrils in every direction until they couldn't see eachother for the height and breadth of the waves. Fueld by uncertainty, fear, anger, and resentment the sea was quickly leaving Camden with no dry land to stand on.
His explinations were short half-truths, his questions were abrupt and lacked sensitivity, he couldn't bring himself to contemplate trying to bridge the gap with physical affection; he didn't even know if he was capable of that after his time in captivity. He had nothing to offer Isaac and yet, he stood there demaning answers. When Isaac's lips finally parted, Camden's breath caught, not wanting to miss a single sylable of the information he'd been trying to get for the last few days.
An animal attack. His head started to shake, that wasn't right, didn't make any sense. Isaac was angry, his voice bleeding the stuff, but Camden couldn't focus on that. Not now, not knowing his father had died of an animal attack in thier home town while he'd survived in a prisoner of war camp in a foreign country. Things like that didn't just happen and the tightness in his throat wouldn't let him swallow it down. The rest of Isaac's words, biting into his skin, had to go ignored as questions raised to the surface; questions he's assumed someone asked at some point along the way.
"Dad was killed by an animal in Beacon Hills? Was it in town? Dad doesn't hunt Isaac, where did they find him? Did they find the animal responsible and put it down?" There were probably a thousand different questions he should be asking, about Isaac and what was happening in the present -- but Camden was stuck on the news of his father's death, couldn't shake the chill that something was off with the simplicity of the way Isaac spat it at him.
"Were you angry with dad?" Another question, out of place perhaps, but Camden felt a weight in his brother's words that set him on edge. This question was spoken softly, his eyes finally finding Isaac's again.
An Unusual Menagerie // mynamesenzo
Leave it to Wes to toss him in to a room with a wolf that didnât even know what was meant by strength. It was also a bit of a shock that the wolf seemed so docile, more so than any other were Enzo had met in his long life. The blood from his wounded wrist let him know that the man was weak and he wondered how well the cuff would hold up if he shifted.
âStrength test, you know a fight.â Enzo answered gritting his teeth. The thought of being bit wasnât one that appealed to him no matter how many times Wes assured him he had a cure for the bit and toxins. âI suppose we just do it mate.â He shrugged in answer to the wereâs question about instructions.
It was clear that his head wasnât in it, he wasnât mad or angry enough to shift either. Those were buttons that Enzo was going to have to push and as much as he hated the thought of what he was about to do if he wanted more blood and Wesâ respect heâd just do it.
âUnless you think youâre too weak of course by which Iâm sure Wes will understand.â He shrugged causally giving the appearance of letting his guard down. âIâm sure theyâll just find another were to test on, after all it is a family trait so it shouldnât be too hard. Any chance you have a sibling, a bother perhaps?âÂ
Camden nodded once, a fight, of course it was a fight. He shifted his weight carefully, putting his body between the other man and his injured arm. He had no idea how much of that strength he'd tasted before could be just accessed at will, but surrender apparently wasn't an option. His eyes narrowed, an accusatory gleam rooting there as he stared at Lorenzo. "My family is to be left out of this," his gaze shifted to the large mirror, "I haven't resisted, haven't broken any of your rules."Â
They couldn't involve Isaac in this, couldn't hurt him like this. He fought back a cringe as he thought of the doctor driving one of these bracelets through his little brother's wrist. The spike of anger that followed felt like morphine, a weight that grounded him and pushed the pain out.
"I'll fight," he said. He focused on the image of Isaac in one of those cells, let the anger in. That's what the man had been trying for. "Angry, gotcha." He said, but the edges of his voice sounded rough to his own ears, like a growl. The power was there, riding behind the rising tide of fury entering his system. He could still feel the ache in his wrist, but it was only serving to fuel the fire. His tendency toward a more defensive stance, toward more conservative tactics melted away from his mind with the heat of his rage. He took a step forward, pressing for advantage, but barely able to hold himself back. The last familiar sign was the shift in his eyesight, suddenly seeing Lorenzo from an entirely different perspective.Â
I will turn myself into a gun, because Iâm hungry and hollow and just want something to call my own.
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31447 // Augustine VRP
Wes made a quick note in the wolves file as to the amount of water he had been given on the assumption that he would drink it, which was fine by him. From what he understood, apart from increased strength and senses he was human at this time. He had been able to discern that much.
He pulled his chair up beside him, examining the place on his arm where he had been injected. âWould you say that the pain you felt, in a larger dose would be enough to subdue you?â He asked, letting him have his arm back. âAnd yes a meal plan.â He answered. âYou are here on the dime of the United States Government, Augustine Medical Research and Specimen Analyses group has partnered with them to make a super soldier, after seeing what you could do on the battle field.â
âAugustine has always been aware of the existence of were wolves but until now we hadnât been able to get our hands on one. You are our first. With the government involved our funding had been increased to accommodate you. You will be assigned a cell with a bed, toilet and sink, you will be given time to shower and to eat. Meals will be picked up from the school cafeteria and delivered to you. You will also be fitted with a bracelet that will monitor your vitals, and if the need arises and you become out of control will inject you with a double shot of the venom in which you were just stuck.â He stood, turning back to the table of items, noting a few more things on his chart. âBack to the first question. Do you believe the pain was so great that another shot of that would subdue you, and I would suggest honesty, testing is always an option.â
Camden nodded along to the doctors first question, regretting it as the room spun around him. He was certain a larger dose of whatever was in the needle would have no problem laying him out. It was like a firebomb going through his system, and a punch to the gut at the same time. Camden's eyes widened and he looked at Dr. Maxfield in shock as he explained that he'd really been sold out by his own government into some sort of super soldier program. Whatever they'd seen him do, even though he couldn't remember anything, it must have left an impression on someone sitting behind a desk somewhere.Â
Werewolves. The term still didn't settle well with him, made his stomach clench with laughter he didn't have the strength to expel, this was all some sort of messed up dream. Or hell? Maybe he'd died out on that battlefield and this was his Sartre-esque hell where he would eventually come to realize some inner conflict of his life in order to better himself. The Twilight Zone was also pretty high on his list of possible explanations.Â
"Yes," he answered verbally when the doctor repeated his earlier question. "That stuff is brutal." Honestly was the best option, he knew that, but the doctors reminder wasn't so subtle in it's threat. This wasn't a vacation getaway -- even with the extra amenities the man was describing. Camden needed to keep his head on straight, if he paid attention, he could get the hell out of here.Â
Where for art thou, brother?
Isaac grinned at his brother and shoved lightly on his shoulder. âHow..long has it been, Camden?â The last thing Isaac could remember is standing around his fatherâs casket as it was lowered into its final resting place. Isaac imagined all of the graves he and his father had dug together and how it seemed ironic as he stood with the group of mourners. Isaac had every right to hate is father and he should be thankful to be free, but a slight tug in his tummy was telling him something was off and Isaac figured it had to do with his father. He was glad to be with Camden now because Isaac knew Camden could keep him safe.Â
What was odd was Camdenâs fib about when Isaac woke up, but that was easy to brush off. Lies were a part of life and Isaac could understand a tiny lie. âFifteen? Are you sure you can hold out that long?â Isaac could feel his skin itching from the sweat and dead skin built up from however many hours heâd been out. The downside to being a werewolf was his heightened sense of smell that was contributing to how much he actually reeked. Camden seemed to agree, so it must be really bad.
Isaac focused his attention to his brother, taking in his adult features. Isaac missed out on seeing his brotherâs face turn from its slightly rounded teenage version to the angled face looking back at him. Isaac knew that they were similar in appearance just by looking into Camdenâs blue eyes, but it was more than that. Camdenâs shoulders hunched in concern like Isaacâs and his smile, not often given, curls into his high cheekbones causing his eyes to all but disappear. Seeing his brother made Isaac long for his family. He saw their mother in Camdenâs eyes, their father in his jaw. âCam, do you think theyâre together now? Mom and Dad I meanâŠâ
"Too long kid," Camden answered, not masking the sorrow that crept into his voice. Isaac bringing up their parents shouldn't be an issue, hell, it should be expected. Of course he'd want his older brother to offer him some sort of comforting word, maybe some fiction about going to a better place or a tail about heaven. Camden wasn't sure he had any of that in him, he wasn't sure that would do either of them any good. But, the look in his little brother's eyes warded off the more cynical comment that threatened to leap off the tip of his tongue.Â
"I think that they were both here, and now they're gone Isaac," he finally replied. "I don't know if it serves a purpose to dwell on it now."
It was probably harsher than he'd intended, it wasn't like he wanted to cause his brother more pain, more guilt. He wanted to make sure that Isaac wasn't building something out of nothing, turning toward fairy tales to make things feel better. Pain was good, let you know you were still alive. Something his commanding officers had drilled into him early on.Â
"What happend?" Camden asked, there was never going to be a right time, and he needed to know. "What happened with dad after I left?" He gulped air into his lungs, the actual question that needed to be asked was proving more difficult than he had anticipated. "...after I died?"
An Unusual Menagerie // mynamesenzo
Ever since the wolf had been brought into Augustine things had gone from strange to stranger and now Enzo found himself locked in a room with the boy and told it was a strength test that no harm would come to him. Truthfully he trusted Wes as the doctor had never been one to lie to him before but it was still unsettling to face down a werewolf, especially knowing if it bit that heâd be dead despite what kind if cure Wesley thought he might have for such a bit.
The blood had been nice though as it was the first time heâd been allotted such an amount and all things considered he was feeling great for a change. The kid couldnât be that old, in his twenties is where Enzo would place him if he had to make a guess but he was polite and had manners enough to introduce himself and that earned him some respect from the old vampire.
âNumber 12144, Lorenzo.â He returned the greeting taking the offered hand and shaking it. There was every chance it could be a trap, lure him in and get the upper hand but he wasnât sensing that from him. âSo youâre the new wolf Iâve been hearing so much about? I have to say the rumors did you justice.â He said eyeing the werewolf in front of him.Â
Cam nodded at the man as he introduced himself, he did so by his number and it made the boy wonder how long he'd been imprisoned there. He bit his tongue though, not wanting to offend with eager and misplaced questions. "It's nice to meet you Lorenzo," Camden leveled him with curious gaze. "I guess I am the new wolf? Although it's news to me as much as it is to you."
"I don't suppose you have any idea what we're supposed to be doing here. Or what the good doctor meant by a strength test?"
The concept sent a wave of fear through him, he wasn't sure what the test would be, but with his arm feeling like a useless weight at his side he knew he probably wouldn't impress. Were they supposed to wait for instructions? Or were they supposed to attack each other? Because while the other man was a bit off Camden didn't really feel like attacking anyone. Actually all the standing was making him feel a bit woozy. "31447 by the way, if that's what we go by around here.
An Unusual Menagerie // mynamesenzo
The ID bracelet on his wrist ached near constantly, the metal rod going through, pressing up against the bone, it was excruciating. There had been someone in the cell next to him that had attempted to speak to him on a few occasions, but he'd ignored the other's efforts thus far. He'd stayed still and quiet, happy enough to ignores the zoo's other occupants. thoughts focused on staying calm. Â He was a prisoner of war in a sense, even if he wasn't sure what to believe about all the supernatural crap he was being force-fed.Â
Vampires and werewolves, you have to be fucking kidding me, he thought for the thousandth time as he rolled carefully onto his side, holding his arm out and stiff so as not to disturb the bracelet. The one thing he knew for sure was when he got angry, things started to change, and the metal pain machine strapped to his arm injected him with something the doc called wolfsbane. The shit that made him feel like there was acid in his blood. If he stayed calm then no worries of that happening.Â
That was the main reason he hadn't tried to get answers out of the man in the other cell. If the guy set him off then Camden would be out of commission again, and you couldn't plan an escape while unconscious.Â
He hadn't been expecting to be face to face with the man in Wes' lab later that day. A strength test. Or something like that, according to the Doc. He was watching from behind an observation mirror -- and it was the weirdest thing, but Camden felt like he could smell him now. Where he was in the facility, he'd been focusing on his senses, during his self imposed silence and now that it was a familiar one he had no problem picking it up.
He'd held his tongue until he was 'alone' with the man, being careful not to indicate to his injured arm -- he didn't want to expose his weakness to either of them. "Private First Class Camden Lahey," he held his good hand out toward the shorter man. There was an off smell to him, but he didn't want to offend so he checked his curiosity.Â
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Dead Man Walking
The whole time, the whole time Isaac kept his eyes on Melissa. because maybe, maybe then he would wake up, maybe she would tell him this was just a nightmare, that he was hallucinating, dreamingâ that it wasnât real. That Camden wasnât alive and his world was still balancing itself on the ede of a precipice, still standing.
No such thing.
She couldnât speak but her warm eyes carried with it such sadness, a condolence from across the room. Isaac wished, not for the first time, he could hide behind herâ and all that in entailed.
Distantly, he heard Camden speak but he felt like he was underwater, everything rushing past his ears and leaving him helpless. Isaac didnât really hear her answer, he didnât hear anything but the loud pounding of his heart and the way his breath came in short pants. What mattered in the end was she moved away, she left him and Isaac had to curl his toes to stop from running back up the stairs like he was ten again. Even her comforing touch felt alien.
Unbeknowst to him, Isaacâs body had catalogued the various differences he could find in Camden, the way his nose was slightly crooked now, the gauntness of his cheeks, the way he had dirt under his fingernails and how he smelt like car oil and dirt, stale air and lukewarm coffee.
Camden leaned forward. Isaac clenched his fist. His eyes flashed in anger, fight or flight response but he didnât move. A shaky breath that didnât reach his lungs. The question caught him off-guard. Isaac didnât sputter but he blinked. And blinked.
And gritted his teeth.Â
"Everyone died. Includin you by the way so maybe you should tell me what happened."
The answer wasn't better or worse than he'd expected, but it still felt like sucker punch -- you can brace for a hit right? But, you're never really ready when the blow lands. Just hearing the layers of hurt, and confusion in Isaac's voice reminded Camden of how tired he was. All of the sudden this was the last place in the world he wanted to be, with the last person he wanted to explain anything to. He couldn't tell Isaac about his time in the captivity, he didn't have the words, and he damn sure didn't have the energy. He just wanted to know what the hell happened to their father; taking a deep breath he pushed back the first stirrings of anger he felt grip his chest.
"I know he's dead Isaac," Camden leveled. He forced his eyes to meet his brother's in what was starting to feel like a personal challenge, it was harder with each second to look at the boy. So much guilt swirling, taunting, you left no look what happened. Your dad is dead and your brother hates you. "That's all they'll tell me, they don't release medical records to dead men."
It wasn't a joke, but a broken laugh came from somewhere inside him and punctuated the silence after his words. He let his eyes close, let them rest, tried to ignore the fucking massive amount of tension. Maybe he'd expected something, even though he told himself not to, maybe he'd expected to see relief across Isaac's features, a smile due to his brother being alive, those happy tears that Lahey's weren't familiar with. He expected something. He was wrong. And now he let his eyes just stay closed for a beat, then two, trying to find something in his vernacular that would even approach being appropriate for the situation.
"The building I was in when the bomb went off had a subterranean level. I went through the floor and was trapped for a few days before I was found by the Republican Guard. I was detained for questioning until," Camden stopped, floored by the idea that it had only been a month since he'd returned to the US, "about a month ago."
That out of place laugh threatened to escape again, but he fought it down. Detained for questioning. Good one, Lahey.
"When I got back I had to be debriefed by multiple sources, it took time. I was released a few days ago. That's when they told me about dad." Camden's next thought -- I thought you were gone too --Â refused to turn itself into words, there would be too much emotion, he'd reveal too much. So he settled on another aspect of the truth. "Nobody knew where you were Isaac. What happened to dad?"
31447 // Augustine VRP
Wes watched and listened as the wolf begged for water. âI am going to sit you up and give you one hand, if you do anything I will inject you againâ He warned as he moved closer to the wolf, shifting him onto the chair behind him and off of the bottom floor of the crate, hearing it crash to the floor. He reached out moving the chair into a sitting passion as he secured all his shackles to the chair, holding him down once more.
Stepping away from him and out of the room he went into his office, he grabbed two water bottles from the small fridge he kept in there. It would be easier to handle and measure the amount of intake into the wolf as well. âHereâ He offered placing one opened bottle it in his hand before undoing the cuff so that he could drink it.
âAfter you explain I will go over some procedures with you and let you know what you are doing here. We can then discuss a meal plan and accommodations and how you will be treated during your stay at Augustine.â He explained, watching the man drink. The wolf seemed to be waking up and loosing the sluggish feel of the anesthetics, it seemed the wolfs bane had triggered his brains, fight or flight mode, the jolt of adrenaline, really waking him up.Â
Camden nodded, agreeing to whatever terms the doctor offered, as long as it put water in his mouth he'd do fucking anything. He found his arm loose a second later and then he was being rearranged to sit, his sore body protested, screaming at him, but he clenched his jaw -- enough with the screaming already. His eyes scanned the room as the doctor left, he was in some sort of laboratory, that much he could discern on his own, but the rest of that crap the madman in the white coat said...Camden wasn't ready to buy that yet. That his people had sold him out, his family. And the werewolf shit was just, he didn't even know what to think. He couldn't process, couldn't plan, that pain had wiped him out mentally, but physically he felt energized. The soreness didn't ebb, but it faded and as it did he could feel that strength coming back to him in increments.Â
"Shock, it's just the shock," he muttered to himself, dry throat rubbing and irritating. The water bottle in the doctor's hand upon his return was a welcome sight, and it worried Camden just how much he wanted that water -- needed it. He tried to hear everything being said to him as the water bottle was pressed into his hand, if he couldn't summon some level of focus he'd never figure a way out of this mess. He forced himself to sip the water, the soothing sensation helping return some of his composure.Â
"It burns," Camden started when the doctor fell quiet. "Is that what you want to hear? Felt like my skin was on fire." He kept his voice steady, as much as he could anyway. Fear was the enemy, just have to stay in control. "Now what's this about a meal plan?" Light, humorous -- maybe disarming, whatever got his other hand free.
Where for art thou, brother?
Isaac let out a long, slightly dramatic sigh and let his hand slide out of his brotherâs before sliding back into the bed. He still had his blue eyes pinned to Camdenâs and his lip stuck out in a hopeful pout. âIâm telling you, Cam, all the doctor is going to say is how healthy I am.â But Isaac knew better than to press, so he let himself relax. And he could relax, for the first time, in years. He should feel guilty, his father just died, but all he can think about is his freedom.
Isaac loved his father; he loved the man who first showed him how to swim, gently holding him steady as Isaac learned to kick his legs, guiding him through the pool as Camden swam laps. Isaac kept these memories of his family as a reminder that good things arenât permanent. He knew pushing Camden about getting out could unlock some secret rage his older brother kept inside and he didnât want this happy moment to end yet. Instead, he would lay and rest and wait for Camden to talk his way into a shower for him.Â
Isaac tucked his lip into his mouth, biting it nervously. âYouâll be back soon, wonât you?â Isaac had felt alone for so long and he hated to admit how he hated it. He felt weak as the pang of being along twisted through his stomach. âI justâŠâ Isaac let the words die in his throat and he closed his eyes. âI just need a shower, the smell of myself is making me gag.â
Camden's heart rate leveled as Isaac finally relented to his orders, or maybe the elevation had been his brother's soft fingers sliding along his palm, twisting into a grip that Camden had mourned the loss of. Something about being in his brother's conscious presence thus far had his whole system operating outside mission ready parameters.
Iâm telling you, Cam, all the doctor is going to say is how healthy I am.
That's the problem kid, Camden thought, but anything he could say wouldn't fit right; how do you explain to your little brother that you would kill someone for something to be wrong with him -- anything. Being the picture of health wasn't doing them any favors as far as getting Isaac out of here was concerned. Getting him in had been too easy, and he should have known better.Â
"I'm not going anywhere Isaac," Camden said, sliding his cell phone from his pocket and sitting back down in the chair next to the make-shift hospital bed. He dialed the directory -- the only number a phone would connect to inside the base and looked up at Isaac wrinkling his nose. "You're right though, you fucking reek."Â
He was connected to the Doc within a few minutes and passing along the news Isaac was up. "Yeah, just now...just opened his eyes." Isaac wouldn't understand the need for the lie, Camden just hoped he wouldn't question it. "We'll see you at 0800, thank you."
He turned blue eyes back to his brother, a teasing glint still there despite the gnawing worry swimming underneath. "About fifteen, then we'll see about the shower. Hell, the doc might ask you to take mercy on him and shower before hand."
Just a quick heads up
I started a side blog to for ooc posts and updates. My ocd manifests itself in the weirdest way, I donât like posting status updates on all my blogs and now that Iâm on mobile a lot this will be a bit easier for me (and hopefully for you as well!) I also struggle with wanting people to know what muses I currently have active, just in case youâre looking for some other interaction, but I donât want to list them all on each blog.Â
There is an updated to do list there if youâre wondering what the status of our thread is, and you can follow for updates if youâd like. No pressure of course. I tend not to post a lot of ooc anyway, so donât worry about dash flooding or anything.Â
Have a lovely day/night my darlings!
~H~ le mun
Where for art thou, brother?
Isaac had to suppress a laugh at his brotherâs worried expression. He settled for an impish grin and shook his head. âIâm fine, Cam. I feel great.â Though he knew he shouldnât have been unconscious because of his heightened healing, but that fact was only a slight tug on his mind.
"I donât need a doctor; I feel fine." Isaac looked into his brotherâs eyes. "What I need is a shower, clean clothes, and fresh air."
Isaac was beginning I feel claustrophobic in this room, the walls reminding him of the basement. Luckily there seemed to be no deep freezers around and Camden had never hurt him before so Isaac was operating under his past experiences.
Tugging his wrist gently away from Camden, Isaac returned to holding his botherâs hand. When they were younger and Isaac wanted something Camden had said no to, Isaac would bat his eyes and pout and Camden usually caved saying he couldnât resist the puppy dog eyes. Now, instead of looking up into his older brotherâs eyes, he meets them in front of his own and slowly bats his eyelashes twice. Isaac knew it was a long shot, but he also wasnât willing to surrender to the bed. âPlease, Camden?â
Camden wouldn't be easily convinced that Isaac was okay -- despite what the boy himself was saying and what the doctors had already told him. The other things they'd said...that's what worried Camden, and what he couldn't tell Isaac. Or, what he couldn't bring himself to tell Isaac. It didn't help that Isaac was just up and around, and feeling 'great'. That was going to arouse even more curiosity. This was Camden's fault, he'd been the one to ask his supervisor for help, and now what they'd found had them both under the scrutiny of watchful eyes.Â
The blue eyes pleading with him for fresh air though...Camden was having a hard time keeping his inner priorities in alignment, and he was getting the impression that his little brother still knew exactly how to get his way. The hand slipping into his was another indication that Isaac still had him in the palm of  his hand.
It was an otherworldy type of experience, given what they'd both been through, for them to be standing there -- eye to eye. Yet, it wasn't his decision to make. "Isaac, I swear as soon as the doc gets a look at you, we will go topside and get some air. Okay?" It was the best Camden could offer and he still would have to pull a few strings up the chain of command. "The shower and clean clothes though, I can probably do something about that. Just lay back down and let me see what I can do."
He felt he was himself and did not want to be otherwise. He only wanted to be better than he had been before.
Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina (via larmoyante)
