Coming Back to Life

Isis Tempest. 17. Drifter. I don't know. I like scissors and breaking stuff. She's moody, complicated, rude, and haunted. Come on, come on don't leave me like this I thought I had you figured out Can't breathe whenever you're gone Can't turn back, now I'm haunted

[ja-khan-blog]

“My dear, was that… a compliment?”

[runningwith--scissors]

“More like a fourth of a compliment. You only need three more to have a whole one!”

[ja-khan-blog]

“It’s a speciality of mine,” he smiled, looking down at the girl. “Saudi Arabia, actually. There were some… personal matters… at home, I had to attend to.”

[runningwith--scissors]

“Glad to know you’re still keeping secrets, wouldn’t have wanted too much to change.” She shook her head while exhaling a sigh. “I’m kind of surprised you actually came back. Haven’t ruined enough lives yet or something?”

[ja-khan-blog]

“I know better than to argue with you, Tempest.”

[runningwith--scissors]

“You really get me.” She nudged him with a hint of a smirk tugging at her lips. “Where did you disappear off to anyway? I haven’t seen you in awhile.”

[ja-khan-blog]

“Drinks on me tonight, then.”

[runningwith--scissors]

“Eh... I’ll take it, but only because you’re kind of not totally horrible.”

[ja-khan-blog]

“And yet, I’d never admit truth to such a claim.”

[runningwith--scissors]

“I don’t see you denying it either.”

[ja-khan-blog]

“Why, is my presence alone not a worthy reward for you?”

[runningwith--scissors]

“I’m going to say no, totally not reward enough. There’s gotta be something that benefits me.”

[ja-khan-blog]

“Unfortunately so.”

[runningwith--scissors]

“You’d miss me if I stopped talking.”

[ja-khan-blog]

“Tempest, dear—but you forget the persuasive techniques I hold.”

[runningwith--scissors]

“Unless you plan on giving me something, it’s not going to happen.”

[runningwith--scissors]

“Oh, you flatter me but no, I’m not helping.”

[ja-khan-blog]

“—this is the part where you shut up.”

[runningwith--scissors]

“Gross. I don’t shut up.”

[sallyxdoll-blog]

“Dance with me! I’m feeling it right now.”

[runningwith--scissors]

“I do not dance.”

[bepreparedforscar]

“I don’t really care.”

[runningwith--scissors]

“Wow, no surprise there. What’s going on with you? You’re nothing but confusing and not to mention the fact you never give solid answers anymore.”

[bepreparedforscar]

“What do you want?”

[runningwith--scissors]

“I just want to talk, is that not allowed or something?”

[a-ladar-blog]

“Okay, awesome.” His hands found her waist, pulling her closer.

[runningwith--scissors]

“Now let’s get this show on the road.” Isis smiled at him briefly before unhooking her bra for him and tossing it aside.

[a-ladar-blog]

“Neither,” Aladar smiled, the vibration of her laugh resonating through him. “Same here, could really go for pepperoni.”

[runningwith--scissors]

“That sounds so good, yes, I want it.” Isis pulled herself on top of him. 

[a-ladar-blog]

“Fuck no, let’s just do it. It’s called a joke—-… but yeah, let’s get pizza afterwards.”

[runningwith--scissors]

“Exactly, this isn’t my first rodeo.” Isis laughed for a moment before agreeing. “Great, I’m starved.” 

[a-ladar-blog]

“You’re certainly not one to take things slow.”

[runningwith--scissors]

“Do you really want to sit here and make this mean something or just do it? I mean you’re totally great and we can go get some pizza after but...”