A hand far from the other but still on the same wall he was leaning, was all the anchor Isaac used to keep himself straight, cold air cutting his lungs like freezing spikes, making him hough and taste copper at some point, nails clawing on the wall, mind blurry and dizzy, eyes fluttering closed both in fear, realization and exhaustion. His lips wearing dry no matter how many times he lick them, frown deep in his forehead as words come back at him.
The first thing he sees is a group of adults, not disguised, not even trying to hide, they are out for hunting, out to no good and they have sensed him. They have somehow found Isaac, witches being the main reason of that festivity and the main victim on hungting nights, like Halloween was supposed to be, and supernatural beings like traditions. So yeah, Isaac is pretty fucked. Monsters, demons, any super natural being is after his species and unless he puts himself into safety he is not going to celebrate this year’s Thanksgiving day.
“W-wanna come in?” He tries to hide his pure fear stepping closer, also choosing to ignore the other’s question for their own sake. Eyes glued to the other’s shoulder. Isaac tries to swallow, get the thought that they are indeed surrounded by all sorts of…bad spirits and monsters away from his mind. “We can get that wound clean and I can make something warm to eat, yeah?” And really, that wasn’t actually a question, and for the second time that night, his fingers curl around his wrist and he is tugging Jin into his apartment complex and into the elevator. Hoping the pentagram he drew on the building the first day he steeped in it would protect them. “And…regarding to your question,” he started again, the reflection on the elevator mimicking him. “I think you damn well know what that was.”
suddenly, everything that has happened to him in the last hour rushed past like a mustered blur, fingers shaking from the experience that would presumed as a nightmare if he doesn’t know any better. jin is usually an experienced player in this kind of game, but it doesn’t fucking do any justice now that his enemy is even stronger of what he is capable of, and the differences of the dimensions that they are from. never had he wavered so much in his life time, since his life nearly stolen by the death itself, and now it’s coming back to him, translucent and daring.
the wind that has grazed through his skin now has turned colder and colder every minute he managed to regained his heaving breath, air puffing from his lungs in a hushed breaths, jin took a slight glance to the male beside him, frowning slightly because wasn’t isaac supposed to be just a normal human being with lack of knowledge in supernatural areas of thoughts? wasn’t he supposed to be just a normal guy living his own life at his own pace, with no evil or death chasing him like a prey, just like how it did with himself. a sharp pang however, runs through the veins of his forgotten wounds, and he probably, had to dropped his pride a little to get his wound fixed in place.
a slow nod is enough instead of words to accept the male’s invitation into his complex, even if jin has walked past this area a lot, he never entered, but the moment he stepped his foot in, the warmth reassured his safety, face burying more into his own baggy jumper, letting the male yanking his wrist away without his thoughts even broken away from the scenario that seemed to replayed in his mind in slow motion.
“i don’t know what it was.” he finally said it out, for the longest time. he had no idea when he had arrived to the front of other male’s room, the frown never disappeared from his forehead. “this is different than what i’ve saw, i don’t know what it wants with me, nor what business does it wants me to be included in.” despair running through his features, heels digging deeper into his carpet. “now, tell me what that thing, whatever it was-- what is it?”
stormborns
gummygunk
prguitarman
annaxmalina
baratheonpilled
titsay
