Since I really loved the last Kira/Isaac one (and since there isn't enough Kira/Isaac) can I ask for Kira/Isaac + 25, “You think you’re the only one that’s suffering here?”
sorry this is so late and sorry it’s angsty! bless you.
send me a prompt and a pairing?
25. “You think you’re the only one that’s suffering here?”
Kira hates this. She hates how he’s so distant. She hates how he won’t talk to her, how he looks away when she catches him staring. She hates it, she hates all of it.
“Please talk to me,” she whispers. She thinks it’s a whisper, anyway - or maybe her voice is just too broken to get any louder.
He shakes his head, and if Kira didn’t know better, she would swear his face is wet. “I can’t,” he says. “I just - I can’t.”
It’s unsurprising that she finds her own face wet, warm, and practically burning underneath her tear tracks. “Isaac, please. I can’t do this without you.”
Tentatively, she reaches out to touch his arm - and he jerks away. “Kir, I don’t know why the hell you didn’t talk to me first.”
For the first time in hours, he turns to look at her. His eyes are red-rimmed and his cheeks are blotchy and he smells like smoke. Kira frowns. “Have you been smoking?” she asks.
Isaac stares at her for a long moment before laughing, a little cruelly. “That is not the fucking point,” he mutters.
Anger wells inside her a little at that. “I don’t care what the point is, Isaac,” she says. “I just need you to support me, for Christ’s sake.”
“How the fuck am I supposed to support you when you’ve signed up to get yourself killed?!”
There’s a long pause then. Isaac looks a little shocked by himself, but still juts his chin out, like now he’s said what he’s needed to say and doesn’t plan on taking it back. She feels her own lip jut out a little, but she won’t give him the satisfaction of seeing her cry even harder.
“You think you’re the only one that’s suffering here?” she bites back eventually. Isaac blinks, shifts so that he’s leaning away from her a little. “Do you think that I’m doing this for fun? I’m so sick and tired of not being in control of myself, Isaac.” She sighs and tilts her head forward to lean on her hands. “I just want to be okay. I’m hoping Eichen will help me.”
Isaac winces at the name. She knows that he’s thinking of Stiles when he came back a few years ago - stripped of a large part of himself, with flashbacks and fears he hadn’t had before. But, over time, he got better. He became whole again. That’s what Kira wants. Maybe not the middle bits, but she wants that end. She wants better.
He sighs and reaches out, loosely grabbing her hand. “I just don’t want to lose you,” he murmurs.
She smiles, lets her head fall to his shoulder and squeezes his hand. “I know,” she says. “But I’m right here. Always.”
