#laihey

[thatprettylittlething]

♡     , @laihey

“ resent you ?  nah ,  i   don't  ...  resent  you.   “     shooting   down   her  statement     , his  head  shook.     the   list   of   those   he  did   resent   was   slim   and    even   with  ―   their  rocky   past ,   she   wasn't   one   of    them .        a    little   unsure  of   what  to   make  of   it  ,  anxiety  bubbling.     “   did  i  ―   do   something  to   make  you   think  i   did  ?  “  

𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐃 is difficult to disperse. It was something she had avoided, in regards to Isaac, for quite some time. Only now, as friends of friends, had it taken hold of the banshee, at once 𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖈𝖆𝖑, coursing through her petite frame until it was necessary to broach the topic. ❝  No, you didn’t do anything, ❞ she admits with some discomfort, ❝  I was just thinking about it ──── that day.  ❞ Some comment about his bike? A dismissive rejection: a frequent norm for her at that time. With no consideration of the others’ feelings. ❝  I wouldn’t blame you for some resentment. Or hatred, for that matter [ . . . ] I’m sorry, by the way. I should have said that before now.  ❞

[illyriamade-a]

" i can't let you do this. " / @laihey

@laihey

  SHE  HESITATES.  maybe  she  was  being  stupid  ,  and  neither  of  their  stubbornness  would  allow  them  to  back  down.  "  i  cant  let  you  do  this.  "  ithaca  almost  scoffs  at  that  statement.  its  not  like  she  wouldnt  come  back  alive  --  or  so  she  thought.  but  something  in  the  worried  expression  of  his  struck  a  chord  within  her.  the  hopeful  eyes  ,  clenched  jaw  ,  he  really  didnt  want  her  to  go.  "  for  future  information  ,  i  do  what  i  want  to  do.  but  ...  for  this  time  ,  i  wont.  ill  stay  if  youre  that  scared.  "  she  sighs  in  defeat  ,  bringing  her  hands  to  his.  the  beta  presses  a  kiss  to  his  knuckles  and  meets  his  gaze  ,  a  tired  grin.  maybe  the  puppy  dog  eyes  really  do  work  on  her.

[illyriamade-a]

   hunger .   give  my  muse  something  to  eat  /  drink . — isaac and ithaca @laihey

 @laihey

  "   i   know   i've   been   ...   a   bit   busy   ,   but   i'm   here   to   make   it   up   to   you   ,   dear   isaac.   my   gift   to   you   tonight   is   ..   the   gift   of   food.   "   she   smiles   and   ignores   the   fact   of   how   many   mistakes   had   been   made   while   preparing   everything   for   him   --   it   was   now   perfect   ,   blush   rising   on   her   cheeks.   "   we   call   this   menudo   ,   a   traditional   soup   we   have   at   home.   i   substituted   beef   for   the   actual   main   ingredient   ,   and   its   lined   with   a   red   chili   base.   i'm   not   sure   if   you   like   spicy   but   ..   i   really   hope   you   like   it.   "   this   was   her   way   of   making   it   up   to   him   for   being   busy   with   other   things   ,   and   well   ,   her   way   of   showing   affection   and   care.   ithaca   might   not   have   been   able   to   show   physical   affection   but   she   could   give   him   things.   as   long   as   he   was   happy.

[piierce]

@laihey​ contd. from here

He  was  a  little  bit  less  kind  than  she  thought  he  would  be,  but  that  was  something  she  could  work  with.    ❝  Because  we’re  more  alike  than  you  think,  ❞  she  replied,  making  sure  to  keep  her  voice  soft  and  her  eyes  wide.  Katherine  was  very  aware  of  how  to  feign  innocence  and  she  was  going  to  use  it  in  her  favor.  Yes,  she  could  always  compell  the  puppy  and  make  him  follow  her  to  the  end  of  the  world  but  where  was  the  fun  in  that?    ❝  A  long  time  ago...a  hybrid  slaughtered  my  family.  He  wasn’t  only  a  werewolf,  he  was  a  mix  between  one  and  a  vampire.  He  needed  me  for  a  ritual  and  I  ran  away.  He  got  his  revenge  by  killing  everyone  I  loved...  ❞  A  little  sob  story  never  hurt  anyone  and  it  might  serve  to  form  a  stronger  bond  between  them.  ❝  I’ve  been  running  from  him  ever  since...for  500  years.  ❞  Katherine  let  that  information  sit  in,  watching  his  expression  carefully  before  she  gave  the  coup  de  grace.    ❝  Which  is  why  I  need  to  keep  this  a  secret.  I’m  a  vampire. Becoming one is how I managed to escape and survive. ❞

[illyriamade-a]

“   i’ll  be  right  behind  you  .   ” ( @laihey )

@laihey

her   hands   tremble   ,   heart   caught   in   her   throat.   she   was   back.   after   so   long   ,   she   was   here   to   heal.   "   ill   be   right   behind   you.   "   meant   to   comfort   and   comfort   it   did   --   releasing   a   gentle   breath.   the   houses   had   been   more   rundown   over   time   but   there   were   things   that   still   stood   ,   her   old   home   ,   her   '   friends   '   homes.   then   she   saw   it.   the   stain   of   old   blood   on   the   concrete   where   he'd   saved   her   life   ;   surprised   it   was   still   there.   for   a   second   ,   it   looked   like   she'd   seen   a   ghost.   but   her   gaze   returns   ,   turning   towards   him.   "   it   might   be   weird   to   show   you   this   ,   but   i   needed   some   closure.   it's   taken   me   so   long   to   come   to   terms   with   this.   "   just   like   her   ,   he   had   been   in   a   compromising   situation   and   accepted   the   bite   ,   so   maybe   he   understood.   or   maybe   it   was   pitiful   of   her   to   even   try   and   explain.

[illyriamade-a]

“ we can’t go back. “ @ithaca

@laihey

   "   fine   ,   i   know   where   i'll   take   you   then   ,   dear   isaac!   "   she   grins   wildly.   she   would   take   him   to   a   place   she   hadn't   been   to   in   forever   --   home.   "   hope   you   brought   spare   clothes   ,   a   bathing   suit   ,   and   a   good   attitude.   "   it   would   be   a   long   drive   but   she   didn't   mind   ,   she   missed   the   parties   and   the   beach   ;   cold   water   on   warm   skin   ,   sun   beating   down   on   them.   it   was   time   to   leave   beacon   hills   for   awhile.   after   all   the   shit   that   happened   ,   they   needed   a   break   ,   both   of   them.   she'd   introduce   him   to   new   food   and   new   dances   ,   and   maybe   even   more.   maybe   she'd   show   him   where   it   all   started.

[illyriamade-a]

24. in danger / @laihey & ithaca

@laihey

FOR A SECOND , IT FELT LIKE THE WHOLE WORLD WAS COLLAPSING AROUND THEM. there was a chance that only one would make it out alive — and she wouldn’t let it be herself , he would be the one to stay safe. “ you promise me something , isaac. if i dont come back , you take care of mocha for me. otherwise , i will haunt your ass from beyond the grave. “ ithaca did not care that dying was a possibility. she’d danced with death before , and would do it again if it meant protecting him. she does not waver and she does not cry — bringing her hands to cup his cheeks. “ it will be alright. i promise. “ he doesn’t give her a chance to give anymore words as he leans down holding her close and pressing his lips to hers , he felt as if heaven had come down and caressed her gently , as if a desperate way of saying ‘ dont go ‘. her heart flutters and she releases , pressing her head against his chest. “ now go , run. “

[illyriamade-a]

𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐓.

@ghostbloomed / @laihey

IT WAS MIDNIGHT WHEN SHE GOT THE CALL. shooting up, scrambling to get the phone from her nightstand. she could barely comprehend the conversation — but it became very clear when she heard his name mentioned , and the words hospital , and emergency contact. her hands were moving faster than her brain , trying to throw clothes on faster than she could think. her heart was pounding out of her chest. they’d been broken up but some part of her was still terrified about him being hurt. a few fat teardrops roll down her cheeks but she pushes on , rushing into her car. ithaca did not care about the speed limit. not right now. her foot stomps on the gas , nearly leaving tire marks behind her.

when she arrives , he’s fast asleep. he looked awful — bile rose in her throat , she hadn’t been there to help him. she collapses onto the chair and props her head up with her arm , the soothing feeling of drowsiness lulling her to sleep. when he awoke , she would be there.