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An indie roleplay blog for Doctor Isaac Doyle, a (mostly) reformed master thief, now working as an investigative consultant. While he may be the most intelligent man on Earth, he's also got the impulse control and emotional regulation of an ill-behaved chihuahua. Written by Igor. 29. 10+ years of experience.

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"I don't know what's got its teeth in me lately, but I'm about to bite it the fuck back."

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Hansum

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QT 3.14

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Isaac about to ruin everyone's day in court.

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"Is that what they told you growing up to stop you from biting your teachers? —Did it work?"

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"I will neither confirm nor deny these allegations at this time."

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"Don't be ridiculous, of course Santa is real! If you go two whole months without biting an instructor, he brings you a new puzzle book."

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Just going to leave these here bc reasons.

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"Hold out your hand, I want to show you a new trick I've been working on."

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He’s bisexual, he’s a pyromaniac, he’s a detective, he’s a criminal mastermind, he’s a short king, he’s Isaac Doyle and we all love/tolerate him.

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I don’t think Isaac wants the world to feel the same pain he’s felt, I think he just wants someone to acknowledge his pain and trauma and tell him it’s alright to feel the way that he does. The problem is that he refuses to admit to even himself that he’s traumatized and in pain.

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I wouldn’t say that Isaac feels unlovable, but I would say that if someone ever told him “I love you,” he’d immediately assume that they have some ulterior motive and they’re lying to him.

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There are very, very few people that Isaac has actually told about the specifics of his childhood. Most of his close friends don't even know about it. It has less to do with him outright hiding it and more to do with just how unbelievable it sounds. His go-to story is that he was born into a cultish group of religious fundamentalists. It's not too far from the truth, when you think about it, and it explains why his interpersonal skills suck and why his knowledge of pop culture is so spotty.

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"Frequently, and in more ways than one."

Horatio appreciated the honesty. They hadn't known each other for long, having only started working together a few weeks ago, but in those few weeks, they've grown close. Even become friends, perhaps. At least Horatio thought so. He was a good man and though there were those that thought differently simply because of his past, Horatio certainly wasn't one of them.

Not only has he been incredibly helpful with the cases he'd been assisting, but he was great company. Someone Horatio really enjoyed talking with and getting to know. The Lieutenant didn't have many friends outside of his job but Isaac? Well, he certainly considered him one of them. Sure, they had met because the job, but they've gotten together for coffee and lunch a couple of times, as well as the dinner Horatio promised to treat him to after solving their first case together. He had a brilliant mind, probably one of the most brilliant Horatio had ever seen, and he always seemed to be in a jovial mood which was quite contagious at times.

But there was still much to learn about the Doctor, just as there was a lot he didn't know about Horatio. Moments of vulnerability were rare for the Lieutenant, but there were certain cases that brought it out of him and this had been one of them. Thus the question he just asked the Doctor and given how personal a question it was, or could be, he would be fully understanding if Isaac chose not to answer it.

But he did. And the first part of his answer had the corner of his lips just slightly quirk upwards into a smirk, a huff of air blowing out of his nose. He kept his eyes on the suspect murderer on the other side of the window, watching him sit in silence, having just admitted to the crime he committed. Haunted by the demons of his past and the voices in his head, he snapped.

The silence lasted for only a few seconds before Isaac continued with his answer.

all the mistakes I've made and victims I couldn't help.

victims I couldn't help.

Horatio swallowed and nodded. Those words resonated deeply with the Lieutenant and then he mentioned his brother and... Horatio finally turned his attention to the doctor. It seemed they had more in common than he thought.

"Seems the past keeps us both up at night, doesn't it?" He asked with a sad smile, fidgeting the sunglasses in his hands. "And yet it also keeps us going. We fight harder. We do better." He leaned against the window behind him, his eyes falling to the glasses in his hand. "I, uh," he chuckled, though there was no humor in it. "I think about those things, too." He told him, his way of assuring the doctor that he wasn't alone and also offering something personal about himself. He thought it only fair since Isaac did it and to be honest, he felt... comfortable with it. Even though he hadn't made eye contact when saying it, but it wasn't often Horatio spoke about himself or his past. Unless absolutely necessary.

"The victims, the things I've done... my brother." He sighed, finally looking at the doctor and offering a warm smile, silence filling the room once more.

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"I didn't know you had a brother." Isaac responded quietly. It wasn't the entire 'God's Honest Truth', but the diminutive detective wasn't quite lying through his crooked teeth either. He'd heard things, the sort of idle gossip brought on by either too much free time or too much pent up frustration. A twice-dead brother, nieces and/or nephews, dubious paternity. It was drivel, as far as Isaac was concerned, and he put little stock into any of it until personally told by Horatio.

Because, just as he'd thought, the two were friends. Isaac trusted him implicitly, and cared for him unconditionally, and felt oh-so very comfortable in his stoic presence. It was a strange feeling, really. Even when the thought of being so honest and vulnerable made his skin crawl, made him feel so weak in the knees and pathetic and wounded, he felt comfortable.

No, comfortable isn't the right word for what he felt. Safe was a closer approximation. Isaac felt safe to be uncomfortable.

Subtly, Isaac turned towards the taller detective and allowed himself to feel that peculiar feeling. For a moment, he looked Horatio in the eye and did his very best to return the warm smile given to him.

The eye contact didn't last very long, but the honesty didn't falter with its absence.

"I've got three. Well, I suppose I had three. Have two." As he spoke, Isaac held up three pudgy fingers, before lowering one. We're not biologically related but, you know. You grow up in the same place, raised by the same people, you might as well be siblings. Ike was the youngest, and he didn't see sixteen."

A sigh came from Isaac. His shoulders slumped, and the corners of his lips tilted downwards in a frown. Despite how long ago it had been, and how little he'd actually known his youngest brother, it wasn't easy to talk about. Perhaps, though, that was why it was difficult.

"Then there's Ignatius. Iggy." Isaac's smile returned. "He's... He's fun. Quite possibly the most insane man I've ever met, but in a good way. Mostly good, anyway. He likes music, and he plays, well, any instrument you could think of. I'm older than him by six months, but he's taller. Only by an inch, though. And he's a ginger like you!"

But, Isaac felt, he'd been talking too much about himself. He didn't feel as if he'd overshared or revealed too much, but he did feel as he'd dominated the conversation.

"What about you? Your family, I mean. You don't have to share if you don't want to, though, I'll understand."

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Morbid Curiosity // Still Accepting @ltcainemdpd said: does the past ever keep you up at night?

Before he responds to Lieutenant Caine's question, Isaac takes a moment to carefully consider his answer. There's an impulse to lie, but it would be both unnecessary and pointless. Horatio's sharp blue hues could see right through him, and he was his friend. A touch of vulnerability wouldn't kill him.

"Frequently, and in more ways than one." The doctor's reply comes with an awkward shrug before he folds his arms across his chest. "Sometimes I just can't get comfortable, you know? Most beds are just too fucking soft, not at all like the bunks we had when we were kids. That's why I like sleeping on the floor."

Isaac presses his back to the wall behind him and looks upward, blankly staring at a pockmark in the ceiling tile. It's easier than looking Horatio in the eye and thus, easier to be honest.

"And then there's the big stuff, too. My own contrition and cognitive dissonance, all the mistakes I've made and victims I couldn't help. I think about one of my brothers a lot, too. His name was Ike, and he died when we were teenagers. I...never really got to know him, and that bothers me a lot."

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Isaac is, once again, dressed as the Phantom of the Opera. He is also, once again, going to gorge on candy and make himself sick.

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✱ ˚｡⋆ ↪ MORBID CURIOSITY ... [ REMASTERED ] ( a collection of various original dialogue prompts centered around asking questions. adjust phrasing / gendered terms as necessary. )

give that to me! where did you find this?!

do you drink coffee or tea?

sorry– am i crazy, or have we met before?

do you trust me enough to close your eyes?

when were you planning on telling me?

at the risk of being a cliché, do you want to get out of here?

can i convince you to stay the night?

do i look like someone who knows what that means?

would you consider giving me a second chance?

do you really think that's helpful right now?

would you mind showing me around?

do you ever plan on forgiving yourself?

are you thinking what i'm thinking?

can we ... go out and do something crazy?

why are we whispering?

who exactly are you, anyways?

can't we just be civil for a minute?

does the past ever keep you up at night?

if you have nothing to hide, what's the problem?

how long has it been since i saw you last, [ name ]?

did the power just go out?

are we still doing the thing where we pretend not to care?

how should we celebrate?

can we just ... start over?

why is this so important to you?

how was i supposed to know that?!

do you want me to stay? it doesn't have to mean anything.

where are you? nobody's heard from you.

can you help me zip this up?

why do these things always happen to me?

you don't secretly hate me, right?

can i get you something to eat? –or drink?

ready to see what i've been working on?

where have you been disappearing off to?

what's that perfume you're wearing?

you're laughing?! do you really think this is funny?

are you planning to stay for dinner?

did you think it was going to be easy?

you see where you went wrong, don't you?

when did we become so cold and distant?

who are you working for?

did you really do all of this for me?

can i open my eyes yet?

haven't you heard the stories?

[ name ], what are you doing here?

what's it gonna take for you to trust me?

do you believe people can change?

how about we catch the ten o'clock showing?

don't you remember what happened last time?

why is it so unbelievable that i'd want to help you?

you're [ name ], aren't you?

who did this to you?!

how did you know i'd be here?

what's that supposed to mean?

do you think i'm irredeemable?

what kind of mess have you gotten us into?!

do you see anything you like?

what do i owe you for the food?

why won't this stupid thing work?!

does tonight really have to end?

holy shit. can you believe we really pulled that off?!

i can tell you're upset, [ name ]. what happened?

how long have you been standing there?

do you ever wish you could just ... run away?

haven't we been here before?

wait, shush ... did you hear that?

did i miss today's newsletter or something?

can we put our differences aside for a second?

what are you getting out of this, exactly?

you'd tell me if something was wrong, right?

are you willing to bet on it?

would you kill for me?

what made you think that was okay?!

do you believe people can change?

what's the worst thing you've ever done?

you were going to leave without saying goodbye?

[ name ], can you sit up for me?

can i kiss you?

where are your keys? you're not driving like this.

how's life been treating you?

where have you been?!

aren't we supposed to be alone tonight?

aw, has someone had a little too much to drink?

where are you going with this?

are we really doing this right now?

have you eaten today?

can i crash here for the night?

how did you learn to lie so well?

can i at least buy you a drink?

where should i meet you?

is that  ...  blood?!

are you trying to make me jealous right now?

what’s your problem? you're acting weird.

[ name ], you're ... real, right?

where’s your sense of adventure?

do you like horror movies?

what are you trying to prove?

can you give me a ride?

do you have any idea what you've done?

shouldn't you answer that?

why should i be the one to calm down?

have you been up all night?

why are you lying to me?

is that my [ jacket / hoodie / shirt ]?

what are you so afraid of?

do you want to grow old with me?

you’re gonna walk away from this?

are you nervous? your hands are shaking.

where am i supposed to go?

how many fingers am i holding up?

you want me to just walk away from this?

[ name ], slow down– what's wrong?!

are you embarrassed of me?

what's that smell? something's burning.

how can i make it up to you?

why can't you stay out of it?

is this some kind of trick?

come on, what do you have to lose?

do you ever still think of me?

idiot. why didn't you tell me?!

can we stop and think about this rationally?

how long has it been since you’ve slept?

what's your ideal first date?

are you ready to tell me the truth?

i almost died, and you're laughing?

what do you mean, "sort of"?

can we just stay like this forever?

when can i see you again?

can we put this behind us?

oh ... you thought of me first?

where did you learn to do that?

oh my god,  are you bleeding?!

where are you?  nobody’s heard from you.

[ name ], are you drunk?

how can i make this go away?

someone's jumpy today. are you feeling okay?

are we safe here?

what can i do to convince you?

what could possibly go wrong?

you have no idea who i am, do you?

how do you really feel about me?

why can't you look me in the eyes?

did you know you talk in your sleep?

were you following me?

can we just pretend this never happened?

are you just barely getting home?

are you even listening to me right now?!

where does it hurt?  can you show me?

are you trying to get yourself killed?!

how about we just forget the world exists?

how long have you been keeping this from me?

were you ever going to tell me?

what do you make of this?

[ name ],  what the hell?!

can we just be honest with each other, here?

are you trying to keep me a secret?

why does your story keep changing?

how long have you known?

it can't be that bad, right?

are you happy? i mean, really happy?

isn't this place amazing?

did i interrupt something?

how am i supposed to trust you?

are they still following us?

are you fucking serious?

do you remember our first kiss?

can we take a break for a minute?

how about we disappear for awhile?

you're going to walk away from this?

can you please just cut the crap?!

why didn't you tell me you were hurt?

how can i make this go away?

can you just look at me, please?

is there anything i can do to change your mind?

do you ever stop talking?

that depends. are you done lying to me?

are you sure this is legal?

how do you take your coffee?

can you keep your voice down?

why does your phone keep buzzing?