- @serenitysought because reasons.
It’s a cold night out here in the valley. There’s the stars stretched out pretty as a painting high above and the smell of wildflowers so strong his eyes almost water. But it’s quiet. It’s peaceful. Just like he promised when they met, when those hands fell to his shoulder, to his cheek, holding his bloodied head upright while Jacob’s dogs held him in place.
Now Issac can’t remember why he’d been fighting so hard.
Laying there amidst the swaying pines, the quiet little meadow is singing soft with the breeze rustling. Issac reckons it’s the kind of peaceful song that someone like the Apostle would enjoy. Of course people didn’t really know the man, not really if he’s honest. Hell, for the longest time he hadn’t known him either but then it was like one morning the world shifted into perspective.
Footsteps have him looking away from the stars and the beauty above, head tilting a bit to look over the man coming to join him. A slow rare smile surfaces and Issac moves just a little to the right, the grass pressed down neatly. “Cmere.” A gloved hand pats the spot he’d been laying at before rising in silent offer to the other man. “Warmed it up, Paul,” Issac says with that crooked sort of smile. “Been waiting for you a long time.”
