wildest winter.

"... her wings are cut and then she is blamed for not knowing how to fly..." isadora willow raval ✽ 250 ✽ beautifully broken

[isadoraraval]

beauxnavarre​:

Beau stared at her as she ran her spiel. “Are you done?” he asked. “I was already having a pity party when you came over. Was I supposed to stop to accommodate you?” He shook his head. “I’m not trying to make you feel sorry for me. I’m trying to get you to go away. I’m fully aware that actions have consequences. Good or bad, my actions always lead to me being alone. I tried this time. I actually did, but he left anyway, so what the fuck am I supposed to feel? Or should I just move on when the only man I’ve ever loved is gone?” He narrowed his eyes at her. “I fucking know I’m not the only one who has felt pain, but I’m in pain right now, and I have a fucking right to be when my heart’s been broken so fuck right off.”

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For the first time since knowing him, all Isadora felt for Beau was pity and disgust. "Who cares that you tried?" she scoffed. "Don't you have a child now, anyway? Perhaps you should stop whining about your misfortune and act like the adult that you are?" The faerie was so any, in fact, that for a moment, her glamour slipped. A brief glimpse of pale blue and gold features flickered across her skin. "You don't have any fucking right," she shot back. "For the amount of pain you have caused other people... No, for the amount of pain you have caused me, you deserve this and more. How does it feel, Beaumont? How does it feel to love and get burned. Because I hope it hurts more than anything you've felt in all your days." She was usually level-headed and calm, but at this point she was shouting. "And how fucking dare you speak to me in the manner that you have since I arrived. I was trying to be kind to you, to show you that people do care about you. But you know what? You've thrown that away, too." Tears stung her eyes as she glanced around, looking for the door again. "You're pitiful. Really. It's disgusting that you expect sympathy when all you have caused others is pain."

[fuckyeahdamose]

— Sutter.

— What?

[wlwsource]

[isadoraraval]

Throughout her long life, one of the things that Isadora valued most was education. Recently, she had picked up a a few theatre classes in the hopes of expanding her horizons one day. After all, dance tended to be an important part of at least musical theatre. She decided to take a stroll through campus in between classes when she spotted a familiar (and rather handsome) face. She briskly approached him, a pleasant smile on her face. “Well hello, sir,” she greeted him. “Fancy seeing you here,” she teased. “It’s such a beautiful day, isn’t it? Even on the coldest of days, so long as the sun is shining, there’s good to be seen.” 

@lucifer-thedarkangel​

[isadoraraval]

noellexkaufman​:

Noelle giggled and immediately looked at the ground to keep their cheeks from turning red. They looked back up and offered her a smile. “I mean… I am a sucker for iced coffee, too. I’d be happy to go back to my original order, though.” They continued. Noelle nodded quickly and smiled. “Yeah… Uh, of course. I’m always happy to have company.” 

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“Are you always this chipper?” Isadora questioned, the smile on her face growing wider by the second. “It’s quite cute,” she said with a wink. Perhaps that was a bit too flirtatious, but at this point, she might as well throw caution to the wind. With Noelle’s agreement, she turned on her heel and proceeded to walk in the direction she had just come from. “I hope you won’t let my opinion dissuade you.” Isadora then turned her attention fully to the sidewalk in front of her, all too afraid that if she continued to stare at the person beside her, she might never stop smiling. “I haven’t seen you at the studio all that often since your audition. Has everything been alright?” 

[isadoraraval]

beauxnavarre​:

“Maybe you can’t lie, but fae have a way of still concealing the truth,” Beau said, narrowing his eyes briefly before shrugging. “But, fine. If you want to trek across town in the middle of a storm to see me, I’m not going to turn you away. Just don’t be surprised by what you find.” He shook his head, turning to walk toward the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of wine and taking a drink straight from it. He couldn’t be sober for this … whatever this was.

“Did you have anything specific you wanted to say? Or are you just here to say you miss me and make me feel guilty?” he asked, staring over at her. “I get it. I’m a terrible person who pushes people away until they leave for good. Or I leave because they won’t take a hint. Because, again, I’m a terrible person. Or I leave because I never intended to be with them seriously in the first place and then they get kidnapped and probably murdered and I end up with a kid I have no idea what to do with because, again, I am. A. Terrible. Person.” He held his hands out to the side. “Is that what you came here to hear?”

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“While that may be true, I have no reason to conceal any truth,” she snarled back. “And might I add that the fact that you even insinuated that I would is downright insulting.” The faerie shook her head and grumbled to herself as he turned away. She wasn’t looking to find anything. She was there for him, and just him. Against her better judgment, she walked to follow him into the kitchen.

The words that spilled from his lips were almost too much for her to hear. As much as she tried to mask it, a look of confusion and disdain took hold of her features. “What on Earth is wrong with you?” Isadora furrowed her brow, shaking her head in disapproval. “I came here to see you but clearly you’re only interested in having a pity party for yourself. No one said that you were a terrible person other than you. And how dare you try to get me to feel sorry for you based on your own actions.” She scoffed at him, her irritation growing by the minute. “Actions have consequences, Beaumont,” she hissed. He went by Beau now, she remembered that, but if he was going to go on a tirade, she was going to speak to him as a child having a tantrum. “Accept the fact that you’ve done wrong in the past and move on like an adult. Anything else is unacceptable. You are not the only one that has experienced pain in this incredibly long lifetime and it is disgusting and quite frankly disappointing that you act as though you are.”

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noellexkaufman​:​

Noelle was glad they weren’t holding a drink or a cup when they ran into Isadora. “Oh, shit.” They shook their head and let out a laugh. “I mean, I’ve been good. Gosh, I totally…” Noelle started. “I’ve been good.” They smiled. “How about you?” Noelle asked. They gripped their bag tighter, a little nervous. “I, uh… I was on my way to get coffee. I recently started drinking macha.” Noelle admitted. 

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Isadora found their nervousness (or at least what she perceived as nervousness) to be endearing. Smiling at the familiar with pursed lips, she simply nodded at first. “Good, good. It’s always nice to see people doing well. And I’ve been lovely, thank you.” She had seen this person in at least one audition prior to this, something she reminded herself over and over in this short conversation. She’d have to keep any flirting to a level that could be easily dismissed as something professional and polite. “Really? You didn’t strike me as a matcha kind of person, but I do like to be pleasantly surprised. Coffee does sound lovely, however. Would you mind if I joined you for a bit?”

[driflloon]

co ss18

[isadoraraval]

Isadora had just started her shift at the strip club. The bar tended to be dead earlier in the evenings, which lead for a bit of a boring night. She had been in the midst of a daydream, thinking of what she would do if she could ever get on stage. Her thoughts stopped when she saw a figure out of the corner of her eye. She approached the stranger with a sickly-sweet, forced smile. “Hello, dear,” she cooed, placing her elbows on the bar top and leaning forward. “What can I get you?” He seemed like a person of taste. Or so she was hoping.

@thetoddchambers​

[isadoraraval]

For the first time in, well, forever Isadora had a free day all to herself. She had become accustomed to overbooking herself, stretching herself thin to the point of exhaustion. She was enjoying her freedom, out and about in town when she spotted a familiar face on the street. Typically, she would have run the other way to avoid conversation, but something was different about this person. Isadora purposely walked a bit slower and pretended to not pay attention to where she was going so she could bump into them. Feigning shock, she glanced up, ready to apologize. “Oh my, I’m so-- Wait, Noelle, right?” She asked them, a sly smile tugging at her lips. “How serendipitous? Running into you, I mean. How have you been, love?”

@noellexkaufman​

[isadoraraval]

beauxnavarre​:​

Beau was in the middle of clearing out his spare bedroom of Seraphina’s things so Leif could move in and make the space his own, whatever that meant to him. He wasn’t expecting anyone to come over, especially in this weather, so he was surprised when he heard a knock on the door.

Stepping over, he opened it, staring blankly at Isadora standing there. She was the last person he thought would show up at his door. How did she even know where he lived?

Wordlessly, he took a step back to let her in, not so heartless as to turn her away with a storm coming on. “What are you doing here?” he asked once the door was shut. “And don’t say you miss me again. I don’t believe that.” He shook his head.

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It was safe to say that Isadora was far more resourceful than she was in her younger years. It wasn't how surprised he was that shocked her; it was his initial silence. Beau was a sweet talker, the only person that had ever been able to successfully charm her. She entered his home with as many words as he offered in his initial greeting. 

Once inside, she turned to him, her expression soft. The last thing she wanted to do was to create a confrontation by demanding that he saw things the way she did. Isadora knew that he would never see himself through her eyes, so what was the point of pushing the issue? "I wanted to see you, so I found a way to do so," she replied curtly, folding her arms in front of her chest.

"Please do not tell me what to say or how to feel. You don't have to believe that I missed you, Beau. I did." Her arms dropped to her side as she took a moment to look at the room she was in. "Do you honestly think I would trek across town during a storm to see you if I didn't miss you?" She sighed and rolled her eyes, turning away from him. "You made quite the impact on my life. Heaven forbid I try to fill the hole you left, too. Aside from that, did you forget that I can’t lie?”

[isadoraraval]

Isadora constantly yearned for what she couldn’t have. Her relationship with Beau, and now an agonizing attraction to Lucifer. She was a bit of a glutton for punishment, that was a fact she had often admitted to herself. Still, she couldn’t shake her thoughts of the older man. 

The faerie had heard whisperings that he was the dean at the local university and she took advantage of this fact. With a gift basket in hand (something simple, consisting of fruits, cheeses, and a few small bottles of wine), she had miraculously found her way to his office. Hesitantly, she knocked before peeking around the door. “Good day, sir,” she said, her voice trembling a bit. “I won’t keep you long, I simply wanted to bring you a gift to say ‘thank you’ for your kindness at the club.” Her lips formed a small, timid smile as she stared into his eyes. “I’m sorry if I interrupted anything. I probably should have called your office first.” 

@lucifer-thedarkangel​

[isadoraraval]

Since seeing Beau for the first time in what might have possible been a century (she lost track of the years as they went by), Isadora found herself constantly thinking of him. After everything they had discussed that day, there were certain things she couldn’t shake. How could he have a son? More importantly, why was she a touch jealous over that fact? Why was his life seemingly so wonderful when hers was empty and cold? Especially after all the hurt he had put her through. As much as she knew she should probably keep her distance, she had to see him.

It was late evening when she ventured out of her home, and a heavy storm was brewing in the clouds above. It had taken her awhile using clues she had picked up in their conversation (and the help of some gossipy students), but she had found his place. Nervously, she knocked on the door, unsure of what he would say when he answered. 

“Please, Beau,” she pleaded the moment he opened the door, nervous about the response she might receive. “I miss you. Please don’t shut me out.” 

@beauxnavarre​

[isadoraraval]

Her mother had always told her the way to a man’s heart was his stomach. Unfortunately, Isadora never had the time to cook a proper meal anymore, but that didn’t means he didn’t want to try to impress Lucius. She was well aware that the likelihood that he would ever reciprocate her attraction was slim to none. Never the less, she could at least show her appreciation for him and all he had done for her as of late. She had taken the time to order a few things from the local Chinese restaurant (but made sure to get a spare menu in case he wanted something different). With the bag full of food, the small brunette made her way over to his home. However, as she exited her car and approached the front door, she noticed another man waiting. She could only describe the gentleman as rough looking. He seemed tired, worn thin, a bit on edge. This tugged at her heart strings almost as much as it made her nervous. She cleared her throat before speaking up, her wary eyes meeting his. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know Lucius was going to be having company or else--” She sighed, looking down at the takeout. “I’ll leave this on the front step and be on my way, if need be. Again, my apologies, sir.” 

@razielxhid​

[isadoraraval]

lucifer-thedarkangel​:

He returned her smile.  “Well then, I am certainly happy to be of service.”  Lucius gave a grand sweeping gesture of his arm, expression playful.  “After you madam.”  He waited patiently as Isadora locked up the studio.  “You mentioned not feeling safe.  Have you thought about staying with a friend?  I’m sure our homes are safe, but peace of mind is never a bad thing to seek.”

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At the mere sight of his smile, a soft pink blush colored Isadora’s cheeks. She bowed her head and giggled ever so softly. “You’re far too kind, love.” Was she being too flirtatious? It was hard for her to tell. She was quick about locking up her studio, wanting to put most of her attention on him. “I haven’t asked anyone, if I’m being honest with you. I’ve never been the type of woman to ask for such favors. It feels too much like I’m imposing myself onto someone.” She paused for a moment, looking directly at him with a touch of worry in her eyes. “I hope you have somewhere safe to stay. I’d be gutted if something were to happen to a gentleman like yourself.” 

[isadoraraval]

projecthagen​:

“Me too. The Zabranskies have been keeping these two inside ever since pets started disappearing. Well, except for their walks.” which was obvious given they were here with him right now. “There’s one whole section of one neighborhood where all the pets have gone missing. Dogs, cats, I think even some goats. If this was back home I’d suspect coyotes, but I’m pretty sure England doesn’t have those.”

“That’s a smart decision, truly,” Isadora said with a nod. “I’ve heard. It’s just awful, the poor babies.” With a sigh, she shook her head. “I don’t believe we have coyotes, no. I honestly wonder if it’s one of those serial murderers like the Yorkshire Ripper a few years back. I’ve heard people with their inclinations tend to hurt and abuse animals as well.” 

[isadoraraval]

Isadora was waiting in line at the coffee shop when her attention turned to the missing posters plastered on the windows. A heavy sigh slipped from her lips. “It’s just so sad, isn’t it?” She asked the person standing in front of her. “Things are getting so bleak around here. I hope they’re found.” 

@nesrinkutlar​