#;isis

[shrapnelsong]

❝ Oh! Sorry! I didn’t mean to bump into you! ❞

@endgcme

     “Don’t worry about it.” She waves away the concern with a smile, readjusting her bag’s strap on her shoulder. “I wasn’t paying too much attention to where I was going, to be honest...” Alice had been mulling over a song she’s stuck on, counting beats and mentally rewriting a section of the melody over and over because it feels off. “It was half my fault, so I’m sorry too.”

[munofmanyminds]

Isis was good with faces. She was even better with names. Voices were hit or miss, but there were some people whose voices were distinctive enough, or who spoke in a manner that stood out enough, for her to remember them. For her to recognise them even in a crowded club. Tobin King was one of those people. A very specific mixture of deliberate charm and earned authority. It made her pause on her way out the door, passing him as he spoke to a bouncer. Isis turned her head to catch his gaze with her own. A graceful smile fluttered onto her features; a wordless greeting; an invitation if he chose to view it as such. It was no more than a fleeting moment - then she was moving on. It was enough. If he wanted to take her up on the invitation, he’d do something about it. If not, she was perfectly content spending the night on the couch with Chinese food and bad horror movies. @mversefunhouse

[munofmanyminds]

Isis & Gavin

This was supposed to be a quiet night. New client. The clean business type who just wanted a drink to get to know her before taking her back to his hotel room. There hadn’t been (much) inappropriate groping or anything of the sort. In fact, Isis was actually starting to enjoy herself and the conversation taking place. Well... she was, until it was rudely interrupted. She heard the impact of something heavy before her eyes fully connected the dots, widening as they followed a strong set of far too familiar arms to the a face of the absolutely last man she wanted to see tonight. Her ‘date’ had hit the floor hard, blood leaking from the back of his head. But no one really reacted. There were uneasy glances and concerned murmurs, but no one moved to act, because they all knew who he was, and they all knew what happened if you meddled. Isis’ jaw tightened as their eyes met, hers narrowed slightly. “Really, Gavin? Again?” Unlike the rest of the bar’s patrons, Isis wasn’t afraid of Gavin - she was way past that stage in their relationship. @miillennials

[munofmanyminds]

Isis & Gabriel // Partners in Crime

Tossing an envelope into his lap as she entered their hotel room, Isis put her own on the dinnertable. “Your new name’s Gregory Marshall.” She looked back at him, turning to lean back against the table while she shrugged out of her jacket. “And just so you know... next time we need to pick up a new set, you’re it, ‘cause I am not letting that creep grope me again. He smells like rotten fish.” Her nose wrinkled at the memory. “And he definitely had an onion bagel for breakfast.” @w0rstbehaviours

[munofmanyminds]

“Let the slut shaming begin.”

“They’ll get over it.” Isis gave the room a glance, taking note of the rather conservative fashion sense. She stood out, in a tight, dark red thing she’d donned because he hadn’t told her where they were going, nor how to dress for it. 

[skycouleur]

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