isaac-and-kohl:
Isaac runs a hand over his face, pain blooming in the back of his head where there’d been an impact, some blunt object forcing him unconscious. Now he suffered the hangover of the hit, mixed with the shaking ache of his bones from who knows how long without a high. Joints feel stiff as he moves, eyes watching the woman who looked all too delighted to see him in pain. His stomach turned, the nausea hitting him all at once, and he retches, as if his stomach were trying to escape his body. He heaves, his stomach empty already, and a cold sweat breaking across his pale skin.
Eyes drag up towards the woman as the heaving slows, eyes bloodshot and tired. Kohl. Of course this all had to do with Kohl. “I didn’t know he even had the capacity for friends.” He spat out, hatred seething from every word. He’d worked to put as much space between him and whatever life Kohl had made for himself while he was in control, but there he was, forcefully dragged back into it. He shifts himself from all fours to a seated position, leaning his back against the side of the cell, not bothering to even try to stand–he didn’t think his shaking legs would hold him at the moment. God, the feeling was all too familiar, almost like he’d never left his cell all those years ago.
“There is no way in hell I’m letting Kohl come out.” He sneers at her, as if he had such control. The truth was, his heart was starting to beat faster out of fear. He knew as the withdrawal took hold of his bones, combined with whatever the woman was likely to do to him, he wouldn’t stand a chance.
Liz’s face was a picture, her smile warping into a grimace as Isaac began to wretch. “Gross! Stop, you don’t even have anything in your stomach to throw up! Literally everything Kohl said about you is starting to make so much sense, he’d be fucking mortified at this. If he had the capacity to be mortified.” She watched with eyes almost shut, knowing she had to keep an eye on him but really wishing she could look away. It was just sad.
The witch laughed at his comeback, genuinely, she thought it was funny! “He has the capacity for one friend and it is terribly unlucky for the rest of the world that he found me. You’ve got bants though, you have a smidgen of my respect for that. Literally just a smidgen though cause I just watched you heave for like ten minutes and you’re a druggie so.”
She watched him move with head tilted, wondering what exactly he was trying to achieve through just moving around the cage. With a sigh at his answer she pinched the bridge of her nose, mumbling to herself as she took a deep breath of preparation. “Fine, the hard way it is, and if Kohl kills me for hurting his body after I’ll just put myself back together for the umpteenth time.” Without warning her head shot up, and Isaac was flung against the walls of the cage, held there in mid-air as Liz attempted to find out what would happen first. Would the bars bend or would Isaac’s body break in half?
