LAST LIGHT .

❝ ⋯ moon maiden , guide my hand .

[isobeal]

         ❛  i died  ,  i'm not sure how      ⋯      why  .  but  ,  all was black .  black  ,  black  ,  black  ,  &  black      ⋯      ❜

         now  ,  i'm going to take care of my angel  ,  @aeyln is strong      ⋯      but  ,  no one comes out of this nightmare unscathed  .

   ✨✨✨  Affl. to  ;    ᵃʳᶜʰᵉᵒⁿ ( ᵃˡˡ ᵇˡᵒᵍˢ ) .

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[isobeal]

❛ you are my salvation. ❜

darker vibes.

     There  is  a  flutter  in  her  bosom  ,  a  rapid  beating  of  heart  that  had  been  silent  for  so  long  .  It  is  airy  ,  innocent  ,  the  flush  it  brings  to  her  cheeks  reminiscent  of  the  very  moment  they  first  laid  eyes  upon  one  another  .  The  words  from  her  beloved  awaken  something  deeper  ,  a  burning  stirring  in  her  belly  'fore  working  down  towards  her  thighs  .  A  hand  rises  to  meet  scarred  cheek  ,  tracing  the  gold  adorning  her  darling's  face  .  Isobel  is  keeping  herself  restrained  . 

     They've  a  few  watchful  eyes  on  them  ,  after  all  .

     '  And  you  ,  mine  .  I've  known  no  light  more  comforting  than  yours  ,  my  love  .  I  only  ask  that  you  allow  yourself  some  moments  of  rest  between  our  work  ;  you  spent  far  too  long  in  Shar's  wicked  darkness  .  '

A  smile  tugs  at  her  lips  ;  she  will  sweeten  the  deal  to  keep  dearest  resting  tonight  ,  if  she  must  .  '  I  suppose  a  little  time  in  bed  wouldn't  hurt  me  ,  either  ...  '

[oathkeptmusings]

darker vibes

❛ i would let you rip me apart if it meant loving you. ❜

❛ this fear you feel? it won’t last. ❜

❛ you are my salvation. ❜

❛ i revolt you, don’t i? ❜

❛ get the hell away from me. ❜

❛ i want to sink my teeth into every inch of you. ❜

❛ i’ll be your dirty little secret, if that’s what you’re into. ❜

❛ worship me. until i tell you to stop. ❜

❛ don’t you know how sick with love i am for you? ❜

❛ fucking hit me already. ❜

❛ i would burn the world for you. ❜

❛ i don’t want to be good, no matter how hard you wish it. ❜

❛ i don’t know how you’ve bewitched me, but it needs to stop. ❜

❛ fix me. ❜

❛ they die for love, you kill for it. ❜

❛ you are mine, whether you agree or not. ❜

❛ do you like it when i bleed for you? ❜

❛ i will keep hurting. i will keep killing. anything to protect you. ❜

❛ i’m starved for you, morning and night. ❜

❛ now i get to ravish you. ❜

❛ i am your god and your executioner. ❜

❛ you are doing so well, my pet. ❜

❛ you’re my sweetest poison. ❜

❛ let’s do something about that mouth of yours. ❜

❛ your fascination with me will be your death. ❜

❛ you’re the monster that’s enticed me into your bed. ❜

❛ all you can say are pretty lies. ❜

❛ the fucked up thing is that it isn’t enough to just love you. ❜

❛ you’ve broken me. all i can think about is you. ❜

❛ you’ll beg for more. ❜

❛ an eternity with you would never satisfy me. ❜

❛ i would gladly let you drag me to hell. ❜

❛ everything i’ve done.. every horrible atrocity, it’s been for you. ❜

❛ you’re a fucking nightmare. kiss me. ❜

❛ feel grateful that i allow you to touch me. ❜

❛ every time your lips touch my skin, you burn me from the inside out. ❜

❛ there’s no black or white, only gray. ❜

❛ no one touches what’s mine. ❜

❛ make me indifferent, make me horrible. ❜

❛ i could never be the one to love you. i can only be the one that kills you. ❜

❛ your lips are poison, your laugh a curse. ❜

[isobeal]

short starter call here too <3

[isobeal]

guess who forgot their account login info for weeks.....

me.....

[isobeal]

"Your ears look very delectable today." (Ear eating ASMR)

um.

[isobeal]

isobel's makeup makes me sad because those tear streaks are so fresh & i just. know that she takes any quiet alone time she has to just cry and cry over everything going so wrong. the only living loved one she knows of is a stranger, the place she grew up in & loved is nothing but a mockery of the home she knew, the woman she loved is nothing more than a cruel memory, and her body doesn't truly feel her own anymore. she knows crying won't fix anything, that she needs to be unwavering & completely grounded if she wants to stop her father, but the fact that it's her father she's viewing as a monster constantly breaks her heart over & over again.

[isobeal]

THERE'S 100 OF U HERE??? WHUH????

[isobeal]

omg my ISOBEL PLUSHIE FINALLY CAME?? she looks so cute I had to put her in the bunny outfit for a picture

also a picture of how she arrived bcs I think it's funny

Flat.

[isobeal]

ok wait im thinking again about the locket u can find with “A+I” engraved into it & trying not to laugh bc my immediate thought was that isobel absolutely is the type to sit and doodle their initials together when shes gushing. kicking her legs n giggling to herself i just know it

[fallesto]

No one in this world can love a girl more than her father

General Thorm and his army of Dark Justiciars washed over the land. Showing no mercy to those who stood in his way. Cries for mercy, offerings of peace, generous terms of surrender, he ignored them all. He would face them with nothing other than slaughter, for what they had taken from him, but in the end, when he had taken in his last moments, even in death he knew little kindness to those who had wronged him. Unleashing a darkness onto the land to drag all into the afterlife with him, but not even death itself, can keep him chained for long.

“Isobel …”

His reward. For his services, for what he has done. An army of the dead raised with him once more, his family tombs raided to pull his blood back into the realm of the living, to begin to gather the dark forces within the land and form an army that the lands have never seen before nor would stand any shred of a chance against. The raising of her hand, the touch against his face, the lean into the moment between father and daughter. Can she not see that everything he has done, he has done it for her. That all the gods had failed him, except for one. 

His bargain with death itself, Isobel for eternal service.

“There is a sickness inside of you daughter. You stirred from your slumber before I had the time to bring you home. It does not matter now, your path of confusion is over. You are home now, with me, at my side where you rightfully belong. Allow Malus to pull the rot and darkness from inside of you, he has been waiting for you, for some time, the only reason I brought him back was for you to ensure nothing would ever happen to you again.”

As he watched as her hand dropped, curled into a fist and rested there. So.

She would side with those who had killed him over a hundred years ago, she would join forces with a hopeless cause than stand proud and tall at the side of her own father. The defiance of a child, without him, she would still be nothing more than a body resting within the family crept, he did not sell everything he had to his god, for her to run astray from him.

“Enough child, enough. I lost you once, I will not lose you again, you will remain at my side, this time, forever.”

[isobeal]

Love . All her life , she has been radiant with love , be it the doting from her mother , the adoring praise from her beloved Aylin ... or the safety of her father's embrace when she was just a little girl . It has been the kindest gift received , that unconditional belonging she fears she may have taken for granted . She lost it all with her final breath , and when she awoke , only the empty gaze of the man she once revered remained . No more love in his eyes . Only hate . A fury that could not be silenced , a grief prepared to damn any and all who may dare to take what he lay claim to .

But love is not ownership . Love is not possession , and his god had branded the filth in her lungs & black running through her veins as ... a reward . A trophy , granted only to Myrkul's devoted Chosen . He is lost , lost and lonely on this path he has burned for himself , and it breaks her heart that has only just begun to beat once more .

' And what of my death , father ? Did your Lady of Loss long for my death to further pull you into the darkness ? Don't lie to me , Father ⏤ I felt your heart pulling and breaking away after Mother's death . It did not take more than a whisper for her to sway you , to tear you away from the Moonmaiden's embrace . Perhaps my death was her final push . '

Her words are bitter , hissed with a disgust she cannot stomach ; cannot choke down any longer to spare him guilt . Does he truly not see ?

' You lost me long ago , Father . Perhaps you should consider that your own actions have strayed me from your side . If you want me here ... if you want to truly mend the time we have lost , you would listen to me . Stop this madness ! There is still time to do the right thing . '

[isobeal]

@hopewrought ⏤ ,

' Forgive me if it's a topic you'd rather avoid , but ... what was it like , living in Elturel ? Everything is already so different in the city from what little I can remember , I struggle to imagine anything that isn't ... shadows . '

[znin]

@isobeal -> x.

Oh , her darling , always knew exactly what to say &. how to approve such a fragile creature in it's vulnerable state . The affirmation of intimate gestures nearly cause her mind to rest , almost go blank in space . But , there's an anger that resides deep in the heart - a ferocious fury that may never dissipate . A century is a very long time to hold in bottled feelings - rage , sadness , thoughts of unwanted natures . Of course , all this time well spent alongside her lover &. friends has healed what were there , to an extent . Dame Aylin is forever grateful of the second chances that have been given - but . Had she just been smarter , faster , STRONGER . Perhaps the ends the two met wouldn't have become truth .

Soft hands , coated in tiny scars &. specs of gold , come to take the clerics . It's silly , to linger on these things , when the woman she so desperately loves tries to move forward . Perhaps it's in she &. Isobel's best interest , to not stay so stuck within one's mind on a darkness since destroyed .

“ Yes ... Of course . I've just been . Sad . Everyone in my - our , our waking life , want only to TAKE me from you . Tear us from each other , like torn paper . It is no secret that we've ... essentially risen from the dead , together . These POACHERS , these non-believers , they seek to take everything from us . Again . &. I swear to them , &. to you . I will MURDER THEM , grind their bones &. gore into naught but DUST . They , their families , their families' families . I am so ... so tired of them all . I hate feeling so much HATRED , for a Child born to the Goddess of light . ”

[isobeal]

It is an anger she , too , has buried deep within her chest ; a rage she , so devoted to good , does not entirely know how to shed herself of . It has weighed heavy since her life returned , a darkness so deeply entwined with the heartbreak she has felt since learning of father's misdeeds that she struggles to snuff it out of her . Perhaps she will spend whatever length of her life remaining choking on the filth within her . Perhaps their Lady of Silver works slowly to mend what Shar has inflicted .

' My Aylin ... everything you are is as our Lady intended . You are the messenger of her light , of the good that still finds its way in this seemingly - endless darkness . Be it Shar , Myrkul , Bane , or whoever the hells decides to make an enemy of Selûne ... you are the torch that will guide us . You are her sword and shield . You have only ever hated the evil that festers in this world , and those who delight in it . '

Another kiss to skin , hands gripping tight 'round lover's jawline ; an attempt to ground her , to steady her mind & demand full attention on Isobel's words .

' My father can't hurt us anymore . He cannot keep us apart any longer . We'll make sure no one else has the chance to finish what he started , ever . '

[isobeal]

adding a few tags pls ignore me hehe

ׅ ࣪𓏲ּ ֶָ ☾ vis. ׅ ࣪𓏲ּ ֶָ ☾ beloved angel. ׅ ࣪𓏲ּ ֶָ ☾ study. ׅ ࣪𓏲ּ ֶָ ☾ prompt.

[isobeal]

isobel song. :)

[isobeal]

❛  i thought i was doing the right thing ... but i realize now that i was wrong.  ❜

' Aylin ... don't be so hard on yourself . '

Isobel brushes blonde locks from her aasimar's forehead , baring skin so she may place a kiss upon the gold scars adorning beloved . ' You intended to do the right thing ⏤ the good thing . That's what matters . Correcting your mistake matters all the more , and that starts with ... well , admitting you were wrong . '

A frown twists her features , worried gaze meeting Aylin's own . ' Are you alright , my angel ? It's unlike you to linger on something like this . '

[isobeal]

❛  please don't leave me alone. i cannot do this without you.  ❜ ketheric thorm

Her heart is weakened by his plea , aching in ways she could not imagine still possible after death . She has lost everything by now ; her mother , her father , her lover , even dearest pet could not be spared in this damned darkness that shrouded the Thorms all at once .

A hand rises to hold his cheek , to cup his face as she once did in her youth ⏤ a prayer that she may once again see the father she so dearly adored , even if only for a moment . But the eyes that stare back at her are too dark , too clouded by the grief he can never free himself of : even now , as she lives and breathes again , there is no light she may evoke from him . It is not enough for him ⏤ she is not enough for him , for his work as Myrkul's Chosen will always precede his work as a father .

When her palm falls , it curls into a fist ; an overwhelming anger , so desperate to be unleashed that it leaves her form rigid .

' You were never going to do this with me . You should have known I would never take part in this , that I would never want this ! You've destroyed our home , you've disgraced everything Mother and I cared about ... you were so selfish in your grief you didn't care to consider what we would have truly wanted for you . For everyone . '

She had already lost him once . She never dreamed she would have to lose him again .