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isaac reed. 17. apollo. if you're alone in your room, what's that boy doing?

[averysxtton-blog]

“Because i’m angry, you bastard. Why else?” Ave muttered, running a hand through her ginger hair, incredibly frustrated. “Clearly you haven’t tried hard enough. You must be doing something right.” She shrugged, and as he moved the drink away, she let out a small sigh of relief. “I don’t really want yours, either. But you’re pissed, and i’m curious.”

[isaacrexd-blog]

“Don’t tell anyone, but we’re all bastards here, if you hadn’t noticed.” Isaac stage-whispered, laughing drunkenly at his own joke. “Oh, ouch, thanks for the godsdamn reminder, Avery. Helpful.” He scowled at her. “Oh, brilliant, I’m just your freaking sociology project. Go ahead, prod away, take your notes.”

[nxcromancxr-blog-deactivated201]

“I don’t see how that’s a bad thing. People will still acknowledge your demise: flowers are overrated anyway.” Tala remarked, glancing away from the Apollo boy, attempting to calm herself down. “Maybe not. But we handle loss differently, Reed. You can keep quiet and peaceful all you wish – well, your definition of peaceful. I, however, want to unleash all kinds of hell.”

[isaacrexd-blog]

“Are you really that desperate for validation? Zeus, that’s sad.” Isaac sneered, the girl’s unending level of self-deprecation beginning to push him over the edge - not to mention the rising tension in the room. He knew it was just her powers, but he couldn’t help the anger he was beginning to feel. “Peaceful? You think my life is fucking peaceful right now? You know what, just fuck off and be depressed somewhere else. I don’t have the patience for this. So much for trying to help.”

[booksmxrt]

“Chiron– Divinities?” Kay raised her eyebrows. “And you said this place was called Camp Half-Blood?” Kay furrowed her eyebrows, putting two and two together. “Half-Bloods…Half divinity, half human. Demigod. So they’re not just stories?” She questioned, tilting her head to the side, completely unaware of the shimmering owl that appeared over her head.

[isaacrexd-blog]

Isaac stayed still as he let her put it all together - too much movement would unnerve her, might make her retaliate. “Not just stories.” He confirmed, eyes flying up to the sigil that glimmered above her head. “Smart one. Makes sense - your mom’s calling.” He smirked, pointing upwards.

[nxcromancxr-blog-deactivated201]

“You still have people, Reed. You drop dead one day, people will care. I can’t say the same.” Being alone never used to really bother her — she had her brother, and that was all she needed. But now Garrett was gone, and so had all the attemps to hide her chaos, or even act nicer. Tala was a mess, a beautiful but terrible one, that could tear you apart limb from limb. “He is my brother. I have more right that you’ll ever have.”

[isaacrexd-blog]

“More people will dance on my grave than there will be flowers laid on it. Pick which you’d rather leave behind you - misery or nonchalance.” He sneered, shaking his head. “Garrett was more of a brother to me than any of the people in my cabin ever have been. He was one of the only people I have ever given a single shit about. Just because you have no one left behind doesn’t diminish my pain.”

[julietoflove-deactivated2015112]

“I wouldn’t say everything. You certainly don’t suit flannels — though, you say you don’t, but I like you in them.” Juliet laughed, shaking her head. “Well, I tried the whole good guy thing, and apparently it didn’t work too well. Maybe I just draw nice guys to me and destroy them, so the whole bad boy thing works for me. You’re so dramatic, love. Are you saying i’m God? I see myself as more of an angel.” The girl raised an eyebrow, slightly curious as to his response. “You think i’m stronger than you?” It baffled her. Everyone knew he was probably the best sword fighter, and he was certainly stronger than her, at least physically. She had the urge to reach out and comfort him again, wanting to take away his pain. “Isaac — you know — you know how I feel about you. I…” She hesitated, before stopping. It was best not to say it in this situation, not to remind him how she loved him. “But you…what you just said to me…that’s what a relationship is like, Isaac. Because right now i’m not truly yours, no matter how much I want to be. And I know it terrifies you; Gods, it scares me shitless too. But I can’t bear the thought of not being with you one day either. Thinking that another girl could flirt with you, kiss you, all that—” Her face was one of disgust. “—I’d hate it.” J realised it was better to talk about all this stuff they never had. There was things left unspoken between them, and she knew eventually they’d reach their breaking point. “What you explained…that’s love.” She didn’t want to scare him, in fact, the opposite. But better to tell the truth than not. As his tone turned more serious, she frowned, squeezing his hand tightly. “Hey, I didn’t want you to think i’m not taking this seriously. I think whatever in your mind would be good to see, because i’ve seen you at your best, and I want to see you at your worst.” The daughter of Aphrodite spoke softly, her voice calm and reassuring. “You think I effect people? Is that a bad thing?” Jules was genuinely curious. His actions afterwards worried her, and she listened to him, raising an eyebrow. “My happiness will never be tied down to a man, Isaac. I thought you knew that. Sure, I like relationships, but I don’t need them to survive.” She said, narrowing her eyes at him. “You keep saying how you might hurt me, but you’re not trying to work on it. It’s frustrating, you saying that. As though you have no faith whatsoever. Because you should — I have faith, and it is a wonderful thing. I can’t promise you that. You may never be it for me, but you still make me happy.” Her grip on his loosened, and her other hand raised to move some of his locks from his face, a concentrated look on her features. “Perhaps is only saved for when I don’t have a strict opinion. I haven’t thought on the matter much, and besides, listening to you distracts me too much to think about it. I like hearing what you have to say. Listening to you talk calms me.”

[isaacrexd-blog]

“Not to self: invest in more flannels.” He joked, his face lit up in a grin as he looked at her. “You know, they have a word for people with that issue. It’s masochist.” He snorted, shaking his head at her. “So I’m dramatic, but you’re allowed to talk about how you destroy nice guys, right?” He grinned. “But no, I wasn’t calling you God, deflate your ego there. I was saying that I’m devilishly easy to fall for.” He studied her for a few moments as he contemplated his reply to her question. “Emotionally, definitely. I’m a wreck - you know that.” He said simply, smiling vacantly at her as he finished speaking. “Of course I know. Knowing only makes it harder. It was easier to ignore - to pretend - when I didn’t know.“ He sighed as she spoke. “Juliet, you’re never going to be mine. You belong to the world and to yourself. But no matter what, no matter where we are, I know that I will never feel the same way I do about anyone else - now, in ten years, on my deathbed... Whenever.” He let out a deep breath, fighting down the tension in his body. “I know what it is.” He said quietly, his voice stern. “I know.” He stared at their hands, simultaneously desperate to let go, and cling to her forever. “You have no idea.” He smiled at her, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “But I can’t stop you when you get set on something, can I?” He shrugged at her question. “Some things aren’t good or evil, they just are. The world exists in an array of varying greys, if you ask me.” He nodded, looking to the wall as she spoke. “I do know it - I just worry about you. You give so much to everything you do, sometimes I think one day you’ll give too much and just... disappear.” He avoided her gaze, knowing that she was, at some degree, angry with him. He was angry with himself for letting it get this far. “I’m working on it, Juliet. Every day I have to ignore myself just to stay here. I have to tell myself that it’s better for you if I don’t just up and leave. I wish I didn’t care so much. I wish I weren’t so selfish. But I am, and all I want is to be here with you. I just want to make sure that you know what that means.” He said, his tone harsher than before, desperation and hysteria evident. He stared blankly as she moved his hair, lost for words for a while. “I’m honestly shocked that you don’t have an opinion for once.” He smiled a little as he spoke, his own words bringing back his usual amusement. “Is it my words, or just my voice?”

[booksmxrt]

Kay sat up, a wave of dizziness washing over her. “No, no– I’m alright. Wouldn’t want to inconvenience you or anything of that sort.” The blonde muttered, standing up shakily. She brushed off her jeans, looking around. “Camp Half-Blood, you said?” Kasey turned to look at the kneeling boy, her hands on her hips. “Never heard of it.”

[isaacrexd-blog]

Isaac rolled his eyes, reaching out and grabbing her as she shook. “It’s happening whether you say yes or no.” He said, glaring at her - gods, did all the newbie have some kind of death wish? “It’s fine - you’re only one in a series of inconvenient events. You’ll end up in the infirmary the moment Chiron sees you, anyways.” He reasoned, his tone as condescending as ever. “No one ever has, other than those of us here and the divinities.”

[nxcromancxr-blog-deactivated201]

Tala let out a laugh at that, the sound coming out hollow and cold. “Bullshit. You have people — your siblings, that blonde shrill thing from the Aphrodite cabin — I have no one. I’m his sister, and he left me.”

[isaacrexd-blog]

“You’re overestimating the amount to which people can put up with me. At the moment, it’s not particularly high.” He clenched his jaw at her insults, but decided not to bite. “It doesn’t mean you have any more right or reason than I do.”

[nxcromancxr-blog-deactivated201]

“Why would I listen to you?”

[isaacrexd-blog]

“I have just as much right to be pissed as you right now.”

[julietoflove-deactivated2015112]

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[nxcromancxr-blog-deactivated201]

“Says who?”

[isaacrexd-blog]

“Says me.”

[averysxtton-blog]

The alcohol made her feel ill. She hated drunk people, and was absolutely terrified of them. “You’re an ass.” Avery spat. “You don’t deserve the people around you. How about you stop being a dick and accept my company? And get rid of the alcohol whilst you’re at it.”

[isaacrexd-blog]

“Yes.” Isaac agreed, nodding. “But that fact was established long ago, why bring it up now?” He asked, his voice almost curious. “You don’t miss a beat, do you? Of course I don’t deserve them, I’ve tried to tell them that.” He rambled, blatantly unaware of what he was saying. “I don’t want your company.” He frowned, but tossed the bottle across the room at her request.

[nxcromancxr-blog-deactivated201]

“It’s only a bit of chaos. Nothing to be afraid of. Now fuck off, before I hurt you too.”

[isaacrexd-blog]

“No. You don’t get a monopoly on this shit.”

[fear-the-storm-blog]

Ro sighed and rolled her eyes. “Okay dude that’s enough alcohol. Seriously. Aren’t you one of the Olympians kids? Thought you all were supposed to be smart enough to know not to get drunk. Obviously not. Whatever. Do you know where any of your other siblings are, because I’ve got a seriously bad sprained ankle and it’s killing me to walk, but your obviously gonna be a drunk ass right now”

[isaacrexd-blog]

Isaac rolled his eyes, ignoring most of her words. “If you need healing, go to the infirmary, not my godsdamned cabin. Are you an idiot? Wait, don’t answer, I already know.” He spat. “Now fuck off out of my room.”

[julietoflove-deactivated2015112]

Juliet raised an eyebrow, hiding her genuine amusement with a blank, clueless expression. “I’m taking it as serious as serious can be, sweetheart. But i’m afraid I don’t, you see, you definitely wouldn’t suit the halo.” Her facade faded, however, when he spoke about her doubtfulness. “Oh, I don’t doubt you. I think you’ll put up a good fight, for sure, but i’m stronger.” She nudged him, smirking. But when he froze, her cheerfulness dropped, and was replaced by pure worry. The girl hated making him feel like this, making him talk about things he was clearly unable to. It wasn’t as though she blamed him, but rather herself for even bringing it up. Her hand raised to his cheek, cupping it as she listened, and her eyes were full of sympathy. “Hey, hey. It’s okay. I know.” Where Isaac couldn’t explain it, Juliet knew what he felt. She knew what it was, what he wanted to say, but just wasn’t able to, or what he couldn’t see. I never want to be without you. The words ran through her mind, and she tried to hide how surprised she was to hear him say it. J hadn’t even considered he was as infatuated as she was. She’d wished, sure, but didn’t really think it to be true, originally. Her hand dropped, moving to her knee where she drummed her fingers nervously. “You do put up with me, though. Sure, you choose to do so, but I think i’m fairly problematic and endlessly frustrating.” It was only partially a joke, because while the girl was self confident in many aspects – her upper appearance, her charm, the ability to get those to like her – it was things like relationships she got quite worried in. “I think I could handle it.” It was more a challenge than anything, a small smirk on her face as she dared him. “Only one on earth? I’d say that was a bit of an exaggeration.” It was different, him complimenting her, making sure she knew how adored she was. As he squeezed her hand, the blonde ran her thumb along his, watching their fingers closely, content with something to focus on. “That’s okay, though. We all believe what we believe. It can hardly be helped. And if you think i’m closest thing you can get to fulfillment, i’m very flattered.” Feeling his hand near her neck, by the necklace, made her raise an eyebrow, gazing at him fondly whilst he was so focused on the beads. “You know I like the Plato version of the story — of the soulmates. I think…if it were true, you would be considered my other half. He says that when they meet again they will feel unified, and find no greater joy than with each other. I think we have that.” Her words were said quietly, and if anything, slightly nervously. Her gaze softened as she looked into his eyes, the moment bringing her the nicest sensation of peace. ”What else would you like me to say? I can hardly give you an insightful comment on the matter. Things that shouldn’t be are, as you said. And that’s wonderful.”

[isaacrexd-blog]

“I wouldn’t suit the halo? Juliet, I suit everything.” He grinned, dragging out the last word. He quirked an eyebrow at her. “Or is it just your preference? Do you like the bad boys, hm? The burning stars of the morning, the blazing glory of Lucifer?” He asked, a smug smile glued to his face. “I don’t blame you - he was God’s favorite too, once upon a time.”  He looked away from her, shaking his head almost imperceptibly. “Is that meant to emasculate me? Because honestly, I don’t feel threatened at all by the truth - but remember that I would fight for my pride unto my dying breath.” He spoke softly but surely, his words nothing if not earnest. He watched in shock as her hand reached to his face, his cheek burning where she touched it. The sympathy he could read in her attitude shocked him - he didn’t want her to feel sorry that he couldn’t provide what she wanted, the idea actually appalling him. “Don’t - don’t be like that, you shouldn’t have to...“ He whispered, not quite realizing the extent of what he had admitted to her. As she withdrew her touch, he could feel the gaping loss of her, his cheek like ice where her hand had been. He wished he could have brought  himself to hold it there, the soft touch soothing the turmoil of his emotions. “You’re not.” He said, rather louder than he’d intended. “You’re... a lot to handle, sure. But I can’t imagine anything else. We work, I wouldn’t change anything - everything is a balance.” He face fell serious at her next words, and he sighed, closing his eyes. “I wouldn’t want you to have to handle it - it might change things.” He said, his words harsh as he looked at her, hoping to wipe the smirk and playfulness from her face - it wasn’t a matter of amusement for him. “I don’t exaggerate about things like that, Jules. You wouldn’t have a clue, it’s not just me you have this effect on. You can’t see it, but I know.” He watched the movement of their hands, calmed by the sight. “Flattery isn’t of interest to the Fates, you know that.” He said, a lopsided smile growing on his face, only to drop again as she brought up the idea of Plato’s soulmates. The hand on her necklace moved suddenly, cupping around her jaw, his touch firm and unmoving. “Swear to me that you’ll never let your happiness rest on me. I don’t know what I might do, and if it could hurt you... Just promise me that I’ll never be it for you.” He begged, his voice as steely as his gaze, convinced that he could do her no greater harm than letting her be so infatuated with him. “You’re usually so black and white about the world. You don’t do perhaps much.”

[booksmxrt]

Kay glanced around, her vision blurring as she sat up, her hand instinctively reaching up to touch her forehead. Feeling the blood running down the side of her face, she let out a small whimper. “Where the h e l l am I?”

[isaacrexd-blog]

Isaac’s eyes darted down towards the girl’s voice. The sight of blood had him rolling his eyes, sighing as he bent down to look closer at her. “Welcome to Camp Half-Blood.“ He was unable to keep the sardonic tone from his voice. “What is up with all you newbie’s and the forehead cuts? It’s awfully inconvenient. Do you want it fixed now, or later?”

[fortxnado]

The moment he’d spoken, Toni realized that he’ likely regret it. Similarly to a mouse being stared down by a cat, the boy recoiled visibly. As much as he hated his lack of self-defense, the other option was one that he desperately wanted to avoid. Moreover, this boy seemed persistent – and the last thing he wanted was to have an episode upon just arriving at camp. ‘Dios ayúdame..’ Not that it helped him very much in the past to begin with. “T-todavía.. no q-quiero tu ayuda.” Were all of the healers here going to insult him? And suddenly the desire to return back home to Ohio only grew. 

[isaacrexd-blog]

A surge of odd satisfaction coursed through Isaac as he watched the boy back away from him. A small chuckle escaped him at Toni’s plea for help, and he shook his head. “Even if they’re listening up there - which I doubt they are - they can’t help you here. Ironic, really.” He spoke, reverted easily back to English - as much as he loved his mother tongue, he was far more accustomed to American speech, not having spoken it consistently in over a decade. “It doesn’t matter what you want, mate. No matter what, someone’s going to end up dealing with that.” He pointed to the boy’s head. “We can do it here and now, rather painlessly, or we can wait until you’re desperate, at which point it will be a long and arduous process for you not to mention how much infection hurts to have healed, and the nasty scar it’ll leave.”

[julietoflove-deactivated2015112]

“I can tell.” Juliet knew Isaac definitely did not see himself as innocent, and his comments made her laugh, but she attempted to hold back the amusement to let him continue with his words. Imagining Isaac as an angelic figure was certainly hilarious. She couldn’t see him as nice all the time, as she assumed he found that difficult even being around her. “I doubt that.” Her grin widened at his voice, biting down on her bottom lip as she watched him. “Well then, enlighten me. What would you like to be promoted to? Because, in all honesty, I haven’t the slightest as to who you are to me.” It was partially true. J knew he was important, and that they were more than friends but she didn’t know how much more. It was very confusing to her. Being a child of Aphrodite meant you usually represented one factor of their mother’s choosing. Juliet’s was love, she was sure, which came to no surprise to many. Her constant need for affection and care was a hassle, but being raised without any of that didn’t help. “I suppose so .Though, don’t you have to put up with me being high maintenance in the affection way?” She quizzed, squinting her eyes. What he said next surprised her a lot. The girl had never considered the fact that Isaac might be just as clueless as to what was in her mind as she was to his — usually, he read her like a book, but there were things even he didn’t know, and ideals she hadn’t even explained yet. “Likewise. I’d like to see how you think, I suppose. It’s not too interesting in my head. Busy place. You wouldn’t want to know what goes on inside.” It was mainly teasing, but Juliet knew explaining more of her thoughts would make her more vulnerable that she already was, and gods knows if she was ready for that. “Just because you think it’s true doesn’t mean it’s not charming.” She said, emphasizing on the fact he believed it to be real, not her. Whenever Isaac complimented her, however, the nice things he said made her consider them a little bit more than usual. Her eyes watched him as he started to play with her necklace, moving her hand down from it as she tried to focus on him moving. The other hand, her spare one, adjusted so she laced her fingers through his, the whole scene becoming very calming to the blonde, who hadn’t felt that at peace for gods knows how long. “That’s what I call soulmates, rather than equals.” She said. Before he had pointed out their connection, and whilst he did call them that, he had said to he before that they were the closest thing to it. “We balance.” Juliet repeated, nodding slowly in agreement. Her eyes met his, and she gave him a slight smile, shrugging her shoulders softly at his question. “Perhaps.”

[isaacrexd-blog]

Isaac tilted his head as though confused, narrowing his eyes at the blonde. “I don’t think you’re actually taking this seriously enough. Do you not see me as angelic, Jules?” He challenged, his eyes daring her to disagree with him. He shook his head slowly at her statement, rolling his eyes. “Your doubt in me is shocking, totally uncalled for, and quite frankly hurtful.” He shot in response to her grin, hiding his own amusement behind a mask of annoyance. At her questions, however, he froze, his face setting into stone, eyes suddenly void of amusement. He didn’t even move to breathe for a few seconds, until, with a sudden realization, his body sagged and he felt as though he were collapsing in on himself. His head lowered, away from her face. “I don’t know.” He whispered, his breath still coming in short, shallow gasps. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what this - what I want, I...” He swallowed, hard, trying to force his breathing back to normal. His face sought hers again, pleading. “All I know is that you mean more to me than any other person has - than anyone ever should mean to anyone else. I never want to be without you. I don’t think anything could ever explain what it is. I certainly can’t.” As he finished, he wished he could give her more - he knew that she needed certainty, and she deserved more than he could give her - give anyone, really. But he couldn’t, not him. He sighed. “It wouldn’t be putting up.” He said softly, shrugging. How could he possibly explain how much he enjoyed showing his affection around her? How could she understand how much it meant for her to smile because of his words? At her wishes to see what was in his head, he laughed morbidly. “Believe me, Jules, you would be horrified by what goes on upstairs for me. It’s not a pretty place.” He grinned, but didn’t press the subject further - something about the idea bothered her, he could tell, but he still wished he knew exactly what it was she was thinking. It would be so much easier for him - for them, he supposed, if she could read his mind, however. “That, my dear Juliet, is not a question of thought.” He stated, shaking his head at her. “You’re the only one on this earth who wouldn’t think it, anyways.” The feeling of her fingers slipping between his own calmed him, and he squeezed her hand, still staring intently at the necklace. His fiddling slowed, but his fingers remained on the beads, eyes still inspecting them. “I know it is. Some of us have a harder time believing it. I just think it’s the closest thing I’ll get to fulfillment.” He murmured, lowering her necklace back to the base of her throat, not yet removing his hand, however. “Yin and Yang, right?” He smirked. Their eyes met, and it evolved into a small smile. “You’re sitting here in front of me, and you’re going to say that is a perhaps?”