Feb 14, 2014
Oh no Andy didn't. OH NO HE DID NOT.
a word with Izzy-mun
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Oh no Andy didn't. OH NO HE DID NOT.
a word with Izzy-mun
† {FEELS.]
No. This couldn’t be happening.
Please don’t let this be happening…
Azure eyes cast upward, toward the sky, to whoever was listening, silently praying for the wilting boy in his arms to be kept alive. It happened in the blink of an eye — no one knew what was wrong, not really, but it was apparent that there was nothing either of them could do, no matter how badly they wanted to. Isaiah was dying, and there was nothing Andy could do but try and comfort him through his last breaths. He was trying to be strong; God, he was trying so hard to be strong, but the tears pooling in his eyes were getting the best of him. He couldn’t find the words. He’d whispered broken ‘I love you’s and ‘please don’t go’s a million times, but nothing else would come out.
Now, as he rocked the painted boy in his arms, he took in a deep breath and tore his eyes from the ceiling to look over his face. A single tear escaped the corner of his eye as he brushed his fingers over his face, a soft melody drawing itself from his lips.
“Talk to me softly, There’s something in your eyes. Don’t hang your head in sorrow, And please don’t cry. I know how you feel inside I’ve, I’ve been there before. Somethin’s changin’ inside you, And don’t you know? Don’t you cry tonight, I still love you baby. Don’t you cry tonight. Don’t you cry tonight, There’s a heaven above you baby And don’t you cry tonight…”
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✢
Send me a ✢ for my muse’s reaction to seeing yours standing on their doorstep soaking wet in the rain.
The knock on the door was strange for this time of night. Glancing down at his phone, Andy’s eyebrows knit together. 1:09AM. “What the hell…?” Slowly, he rose from the couch, grabbing the closest thing he could in the event of an attack. Fire poker in hand, he made his way to the door, opening it slowly. The face behind it both relieved and concerned him. “Izzy?” He asked softly, swinging the door open fully and tossing the fire poker to the side as if he hadn’t just been holding it. “You’re soaked. What’s going on? Come in. It’s freezing.”
Hilarious masturbating symbol pls.
Days like these were his favorite: the days when Isaiah’s house was empty, save for him. Chinese food in hand, he kicked open the door gently, letting it close behind him. His first order of business, getting the food to the kitchen. So, he wove his way through the house, setting the paper bags down on the counter. Then, as quickly as he could, he bounded up to Isaiah’s room like an elated child. His plan of attack was tackling him to the bed as usual. However, when he pushed open the door, he was met with something that compromised that. He stopped dead, blue eyes widening slightly and locking on the younger male. “Oh…”
I need four kisses, quick!
19. A Wound
A soft sigh escaped Andy’s lips as he collected the smaller, battered male into his arms. Anger was bubbling just under the surface, but right now, he had to choke it down — he needed to focus his attention on Isaiah. Tipping the boy’s head up, he leaned down and gently pressed his lips to the blackening bruise just beneath his eye. “I fucking hate him,” he muttered softly, tears pricking in his eyes. “He’s not a father.”
5. Inner Elbow
"Close your eyes and tell me when I get to the inside of your arm, okay?" Andy grinned, watching Isaiah and making sure his eyes were closed before pulling his arm to straighten it out. Leaning down, he ghosted his lips up the length of his forearm slowly, letting them just barely graze the flesh as they worked up towards the crease of his elbow.
2. Palms
Their fingers were laced tightly, Andy’s bright blue eyes boring into the painted pair before him. They’d had another incident — one where their powers weren’t under control. As usual, Isaiah was terrified that, like everyone else, Andy was going to be afraid of him, that he was going to run. The vocalist unwound his fingers from one of the boy’s hands and, as if to prove a point, brought it up to his lips, pressing a few kisses along his palm. “I’m not scared,” he whispered softly. “I’ll never be scared of you.”
1. Lips
This was always his favorite part of waking up — getting to wake up next to Isaiah. He was disheveled, clear of makeup. The face that hid beneath all of the black was beautiful, and even more so when sun streamed in through the window and illuminated those pretty, porcelain features. Andy raised his hand, dragging the tip of his index finger in a featherlight touch down the boy’s nose before leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his lips. “G’morning, baby.”
ALL THE TEXTS
Send ✆ for a morning text
[text]: Hey, you. <3 I hope you’re sleeping well. I may be waking you up soon. I’m taking a shower and then I’m gonna head over there because I miss you. <3[text]: I’m bringing you breakfast.
Send ✉ for a text that wasn’t sent
[text]: I’ve never been good at just… out and saying these things. I’m kind of a chickenshit, and I’m way too fuckin’ scared to say this to your face. But I think I’m starting to fall in love with— [delete]
Send ☎ for a rushed text
[text]: gotta go into this meeting before blasko kills me babe. bbs. <3
Send ☏ for a loving text
[text]: Guess who has two thumbs and is standing on your doorstep with a bouquet of roses? <3[text]: If you guessed Johnny Depp you’re wrong.[text]: It’s me.
Send ⁇ for a drunk text
[text]: jesus fucking christ i forgit how hammered whisk ey gets you hahahaha[text]: cone take shots with me o miss you <3332
Send ø for a late night text
[text]: Goddamnit, I really wish we didn’t have to sneak around like this.[text]: It’s cold, my arms are empty, and I don’t like it. I miss you.[text]: Can I come get you, or would your parents throw a shitfit?
Send ✘ for a hateful text
[text]: If that motherfucker lays a hand on you again, I swear to god I’m gonna make sure he gets hit by a truck, Izzy.[text]: I’m fucking over seeing you hurt.
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It had been a long day. For the second time that week and what felt like the millionth time overall, Andy and Isaiah had spent the day running from something — someone. It seemed like ever since the incident in the alleyway, scientists had been after them like aliens. They were being poached like dogs. The opportunity, like this, to stand under the hot water and steam, was incredibly refreshing. Tense muscles relaxed, and a heavy sigh escaped his lips…
Until he heard the door slide open.
"Whoa!" He yelped in surprise when Isaiah climbed into the shower with him, his face flushed and his hand and wrist moving to cover himself, a nervous chuckle slipping from his lips. "What’re you doing, babe?"