ANYA & ISAC — ( ;// @fvkingkhcleesi | source )
After months of greedy, mindless squabbles and physical exchanges amounting to rare, blissful highs that end in too many crashing lows — she's had a taste of Isac more than any sane, rational person would in one lifetime. Lithe fingers hover over his usual spot on the bed, silently counting how many nights she bestowed similar threats to him and how many times it would take before his kisses completely broke down her strong facade. Vexation stretches across the lines of Anya's complexion as her eyes catch the corners of his mouth emerge into a smirk, his lips separating and speaking words that pull at the very heartstrings she dedicated towards him ( perhaps thinking he’s managed to finally convert her decision, but he doesn’t realize his speech is doing the opposite. ) His remarks are erecting her walls. They are constructing barriers to defend against him and his futile attempts to subdue her as he’s probably accustomed to in the past:
“Once I leave, you'll be miserably sitting on that couch while the hours drawl by with the minutes and seconds ticking slowly, and you'll be eagerly waiting for me to come knocking on your door.” Her eyes clash with his; her own clamping shut from these questions. She could speak up about how so damn true his claims are, but she's stalling. She wants to prolong this gaiety for as long as she possibly can because this is her greed. “And it doesn't matter where I'll go, you'll scour the entire universe searching for me. You know why, Isac?” And for the last time, she looks at him, really looks at him; she exhales, “because you'll miss me.” ( She fails to mention that she'd miss him, too — but the way her eyes glisten and her bottom lip quivers seems to convey the message quite well. )
Her home is his heart and she's always been merely a guest.
She was meant to stay temporarily.
She was always meant—to leave.
