Rapid Thoughts

Twenty-two || Telepath || Dating: Isaac Altair

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Shailene 😍

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[ingrid-blackwood]

Let me get this straight.

[ingrid-blackwood]

“Yes, but we’re not like a cartel, you know that. It’s different for us, we’re family, it’s not all business” he replied with a sigh, running a hand through his hair. It was difficult for someone outside that world to see what set apart one killer from another, but Ingrid had known all along that this was his life “And that means every single man of the Amatores will have his back. Always”. He gave his wife a sympathetic look, because he could understand this wasn’t easy for her “Go ahead and try if you want, but he’s been set on doing this for years” he told her with a serious tone, so she wouldn’t get her hopes up on that matter, thinking that there was a big chance to convince Leonardo to do otherwise. “Because I was in his place when I was younger. I understand that need that is driving him to do this”. One of his hands moved up to her cheek, resting there as his thumb caressed her skin tenderly. “It’s us Altair boys, we have that in our blood” he said with a sad smile and a shrug. Death seemed to have a way to break them when they were younger and then they grew up to become bringers of death. “He’s doing this because I was his example, Ingrid. Now he’s following it” he said in a low tone, being realistic about this time around.

Ingrid sighs lightly, nodding her head along with his words as a hand reaches out to take hold of his arm in a gentle manor. “I know, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have lugged you in with the other cartel’s. The Amatore’s have welcomed me into their family, and Alessandro’s wife makes a great vegetarian lasagna.” She adds, chuckling lightly at her own comment. Pressing her lips firmly together, her eyes narrowing at Isaac before she throws up her hands. “I mean I probably won’t convince him, you’re probably right. He’s exactly like his father. Stubborn as a mule.” Ingrid points at him, her shoulders slumping when his hand rests on her cheek. She takes his hands in her own when she sees his sad smile, moving to close the distance between them and put her arms around him. “Just...promise me you’ll watch over him. Keep him safe. And Amelia is never getting involved in any of this. I need at least a little reassurance that my children are okay in this family.” 

[ingrid-blackwood]

Let me get this straight.

[ingrid-blackwood]

“It’s not like that. We’re not a cartel, Ingrid” the man replied, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned in a relaxed way against his daughter’s door frame. He could understand Ingrid’s worry, of course, but Leonardo was mature enough, and most importantly skilled enough, to get into the Amatore family. “I can’t stop him from making his own choices” he told her before he took a couple of steps closer to kiss Amelia’s forehead. After they leave their daughter to sleep and exit her bedroom, he turns to his wife, placing both hands on her arms in a soothing manner “I know you are, and this isn’t easy for me either” he began, his voice calm and collected “Unfortunately for both of us, he takes after me… And I can’t keep him from doing the very thing I did in the past. He needs it, Ingrid. Leo is lucky that he got to grow up with a mom, with you, but he still has some demons because of what happened to Carla and this is his way of dealing with it”.

“What the heck is that supposed to mean, not a part of the cartel...he’s working for Alessandro is he not?” Huffing lightly, Ingrid pushes her hair out of her face and bites down on her lower lip, giving Isaac a nervous glance. She looks back at her daughter for a long moment before closing the door and turning to face him. “Maybe you can’t but I can try.” Ingrid mumbles, pouting a bit when Isaac places his hands on her arms. “If it’s not easy for you either why are you letting it happen?” Opening her mouth to protest against his words, she promptly shuts it again, narrowing her eyes. Sadly...he was right. Leo’s mother was murdered, and god knows what that might have done to him growing up. Ingrid and Isaac were both very honest and caring about their son and daughter, though sometimes it hurt her to be. She sighs lightly, stepping closer to her husband and resting her head on his shoulder. “Why can’t he just talk to us? Or...I know know, why does he have to do this?”

[ingrid-blackwood]

“Ingrid, what are you up to?” 

“I’ve decided you’re not leaving. I’m more important than work, plus you’ve only just gotten back from Italy. I imagine I look good on a car, yes?” A small smirk forms on her lips while her legs wrap around his hips, pulling him closer. Isaac raises an eyebrow, wrapping his arms around Ingrid’s waist. 

“I suppose... I could be a couple hours late to work.” 

[ingrid-blackwood]

Let me get this straight.

“So, our son, Leo, is going into the cartel business.” Pressing her lips into a thin line, Ingrid’s free hand taps against the side of her daughter’s bed, her other arm holding a fast asleep Amelia. She makes sure to speak softly so she doesn’t wake her, slowly sliding her into bed. Looking back at her husband with a stern look, she shakes her head and signs before tucking Amelia into bed. “Under no circumstances, do I think this is okay. I mean, Isaac, this is Leo, he’s your son, god, he’s practically my son even if not by blood. But I helped raise that boy and now he does this?” Ingrid hisses, changing her mood almost immediately when she turns to kiss her daughter’s forehead. She waits for Isaac to do the same, going to the door and quickly shutting it behind them. “I’m angry.” 

[shailenewoodleyhq]

“I’ve always been an optimist, an adventure-seeker, a believer that we’re all born perfect and feel perfect until society teaches us otherwise.”

[echo-enderson]

(It had been a while since she last picked up her notebook and drew something. St. Mary’s had been keeping her so busy with school work and training than she’d neglected her passion for art for a longer time than anyone should. So Echo simply found a good spot by the stairs near her room, a place that wasn’t too transited and began to sketch. She started out by drawing a pair of eyes with her pencil, and soon enough those eyes belonged to a man’s face as she absentmindedly went on drawing Ivan’s features).

[ingrid-blackwood]

Echo! Hey, I- oh, oh sorry are you busy? [Ingrid stops only a step away from where Echo was sitting down, bitting down on her bottom lip as her eyes peer over to see what the woman was drawing] Oh...you miss him a lot huh? I know what that's like, I mean the Altair boys, both are just so charming right? [She smiles warmly, sitting down beside Echo and fiddling with the ends of her hair] I miss Isaac a lot too...and Leo. I haven't seen them in about a week, Hearst has been so...strict and awful. 

[ingrid-blackwood]

Have you ever heard of the Cotylorhiza Tuberculata?

It's a Jellyfish. It has these bead like things all over it , it's gorgeous- anyways, [Ingrid starts in, swaying back and forth babbling on about things she randomly knew to some poor sap sitting next to her] it's this non stinging Jellyfish, completely harmless towards people. And I dunno it's just cool to look at- hey are you walking away? [Frowning as the guy got up, Ingrid sits there for a minute before awkward sinking into her seat] 

[ingrid-blackwood]

Ingrid's Project Play Ball Attire

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[ingrid-blackwood]

I'm here!

[isaac-altair]

(He looks at her for a moment before he nods, looking down. So they wouldn’t talk about it. Not now. Eventually they would have to, and they both knew it because they weren’t the sort of people that lived in a world when a happy ending between a hitman and an S Gene carrier came easy, there were too many variables around them, too many dangers and threats). Am I not the one that’s supposed to chase after you? (he asks in a low tone, his lips curving into a gentle smile for a moment before she kisses him). I’ve been through things that freak me out, hearing your voice in my mind is not one of them (he tells her before he’s the one that leans forward to place a quick kiss to her lips. As Ingrid and Leo give each other a high five, Isaac’s smile widens. It was impressive, Ingrid had won over his kid in less than five minutes. He was pretty sure that if he let him be around her five more, Leo would be ready to walk out on him and go live with Ingrid. As soon as she mentions ‘gelato’, his son gets up and looks at him with pleading eyes and a happy grin). Sì, possiamo ottenere il gelato (“Yes, we can get ice cream” he tells his kid as he also gets up. He goes to the room to grab a sweater from Leo’s suitcase -they hadn’t unpacked his things yet- and returns, only to see his son already holding Ingrid’s hand and ready to go). I think it’s safe to say my son loves you already (he tells Ingrid with a light smile, sliding his arm around her shoulders so they could go out now).

[ingrid-blackwood]

[Ingrid was so much about sharing and being honest with a person but for the first time, she didn't want to talk about it. The idea of just cutting off contact with this guy...she was getting attached now. She knew she was way too attached to him now to just let that go] You can try to chase me, I think you'll find I sort of stay put though. [She smiles, reaching up to ruffle his hair playfully] I don't scare you? Dang it, I'm just not scary at all? [Ingrid was always good with kids, Leo was special though, and he was special because he was Isaac's kid. Was she putting in more effort? Yes, and it was an effortless sort of thing. Seeing Leo smile made her smile. Wow...first Isaac now Leonardo...she was sure both the boys would become a part of her life. And she wanted that] Ha detto di sì! ["He said yes!" Giving Leonardo a thumbs up, she gets up and jumps up and down a little bit before leaning down to speak with him] Posso tenere la mano? ["Can I hold your hand?" It was the first thing she'd learned in Italian and it made her chuckle that she could use it now. Leonardo nods vigorously and reaches up to take her hand, making her smile even brighter. Turning to see Isaac return into the room, she moves to the door and pushes it open] He's gonna end up following me back to St. Mary's. 

[ingrid-blackwood]

I'm here!

[isaac-altair]

Because you should be, Ingrid. I mean… I kill for a living. I kill and steal things from people. Clearly I’ve earned more than a few enemies in this line of work. And what happened to Carla- (he cuts off, closing his eyes for a second. It was still hard to process that she was really gone… that she’d been killed as a warning and provocation to him. One life had been taken away just to make a point… He would never forgive himself for Carla’s fate, for her untimely death) …I don’t want something like that to happen to you. And being with me… that’s a surefire way for making it a possibility. I shouldn’t even be saying this to you, Ingrid. I should just stay away from you, disappear from your life… (he lets out a breath, raising his hand to brush some hair behind her ear, but his hand lingers by her cheek and he rests it there, cupping her face). No, of course it doesn’t scare me. That’s a pretty cool skill, Ingrid (he says softly, managing a light smile. It was amazing that she was learning more about her power, it made him happy to know she was getting a better hold of it, getting more comfortable with it. It made him feel proud of her). Io vi insegnerò (“I will teach you” he tells Ingrid. He doesn’t even notice that he’s smiling as he watches Leo and Ingrid, and even more so when Leo’s widen as she guesses right the color. Of course she would be right because it hadn’t even been a guess at all “Si ha poteri speciali!” -You do have special powers!- Leonardo exclaims, clapping happily. Isaac ends up grinning, it was amazing that despite the tragedy that had fallen upon his son, he was smiling now. It had been heartbreaking to hold him while he cried back in the Amatore’s estate, when the kid more or less understood his mommy had died. But now he was smiling, Ingrid had made him smile, and that was all a father could ask for). 

[ingrid-blackwood]

Stop, stop, stop, just...let's not talk about this now. You don't need to talk about this right now. [Ingrid moves forward into his touch, resting her hands on his forearms. She rubs circles into his skin while her forehead rests on his] Your job is your job but when you're with me you're not your job. That's all I care about. Even if you did stay away from me I'd be persistent. [Smiling lightly, she leans forward to give him a quick kiss before patting his chest] I'm glad you think so, because other people would...well, they would freak out. [She bites down on her lower lip, trying not to look too giddy but she really couldn't hide it. No one had ever told her that her power was cool before, it was weird, or not normal] Oh, grazie. [Letting out a small laugh, Ingrid leans over to give Leo a high five before she claps her hands together. She narrows her eyes and looks from Isaac to Leo, raising an eyebrow] Lo penso...we should get un gelato, hm? Leonardo, ti piace un gelato?

[ingrid-blackwood]

I'm here!

[isaac-altair]

(He knew she was trying to make him feel better, but he ends up frowning at those last words) Ingrid, don’t… don’t say that (he speaks in a low tone. He didn’t want to think of it, even if he knew that her ending up hurt or worse because of him was a possible outcome, a very possible one. He should pull away from her, stay out of her life before he dragged her deeper into this violence and that chain of constant revenge. He holds her close when she leans into his chest, and truth was that he didn’t want to pull away from her. Not now, not ever, he wanted her to stay a part of his life. It was a fucking selfish notion, and right now more than ever he should put Ingrid’s safety. Suddenly he can hear Ingrid’s voice in his mind and he blinks a couple of times, pulling away to look at her) Wait, what did you just do? I heard- You didn’t say it out loud, did you? (he asks warily, not sure if he’d imagined it had been her voice in his thoughts. There’s a warm sensation in his chest when he sees Leo and Ingrid together, both safe, both alive. He still thought it was some sort of miracle the cartel hadn’t found his kid when they went for Carla. If they also had gotten to Leonardo he didn’t know in what fucked up state he’d be in right now…). Well, if you want to learn some more, I’d gladly teach you (he tells her with a light smile. So her ex-boyfriend had taught her some Italian. Now it was time for her current- well, he wasn’t her boyfriend, but he could still teach her). That’s good (his smile grows a little, pleasantly surprised by Ingrid’s Italian. It would be fairly easy for her to continue learning new things because she already had the foundations. Leo gives him an incredulous look after Ingrid tells him she’s a magician). È vero. Ha un potere speciale (“It’s true. She has a special power” he tells his son with a nod, gently ruffling his hair. Leonardo beams and thinks of a color. “Verde”, he thinks. Green. Isaac looks at her when he feels her hand on his shoulder. He had one hand resting on his son’s back, and he lifts his free one to gently caress Ingrid’s cheek for a moment).

[ingrid-blackwood]

[Contrasting to his frown, Ingrid smiles instead, shaking her head lightly as she puts her hands on his shoulders] Isaac, I'm not afraid of you or what you do...I think part of you wants me to be. Plus, anyone comes near me, I'd hear their thoughts before they even knew I was around. I believe in you, you need to believe in me, okay? [No, Ingrid wouldn't kill if she was in danger, should couldn't do that...but she could defend herself now that she'd invested more in her training. Over the past few weeks and that time where Isaac was gone, she'd taken to spending more time in the training facility with Ms. Dunham or even Mr. Webb sometimes. Mr. Wainlight often got pestered by her as well, Ingrid was constantly asking questions. Which reminded her she meant to ask Isaac what Mr. Wainlight had been talking about with memories and the future...now wasn't the time for that. Chuckling at his reaction to her voice in his head, Ingrid nods] Nope, didn't say anything aloud. It's an extension of my ability. I can read minds, I can also project thoughts into other people's thoughts. That doesn't uh...scare you, does it? I figured it would be a good way to communicate, just us. [Looking up at him with a bright smile, she nods excitedly before adjusting her sitting position so she her legs criss crossed over one another] I'd like that very much. If I'm gonna hang out with this little guy I'm going to have to communicate with him. [Putting on a funny thinking face, Ingrid taps her chin and hums a bit before putting the finger in the air] Verde. Hm? Come ho fatto? ["How did I do?" She asks, giving Leo a smile before she looks back at Isaac. Resting her hand on the side of her head, propping it up on her elbow, she lets her gaze rest on his for a moment. There's a faint smile on her lips which only grows the longer she looks at him. Holy cannolis Ingrid...She was falling for this guy and it was sort of terrifying and exciting all at once and she wasn't quite sure what to make of it. Maybe it was just supposed to be confusing like this]

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