#worstwar

[fierceli-archive]

“  you know what i think ? i think you’re into him, but you can’t decide if he’s that into you.  ”    /    @worstwar   (     ♡ FOR A STARTER    )    

[tithonuscurse]

     ❛ ever played twenty questions? ❜ 

BOREDOM A PLAGUE,  his attempts to alleviate the symptoms manifest a poor man’s drinking game, alcohol notably a missing part of the equation.  fingertips brushing alec’s wrist, he hums -- content.

      ❛ – i’ve heard it’s a good way to get to know someone, so... ❜

▒░ || ❛ @worstwar​ ♡’d.

[boyfluent-blog]

“  if you’re here to say something about lucas  ------ save it. i’m not in the mood.  ”        /      @worstwar

[girlmartyr-blog]

❝ IT’S   YOUR   FAULT  ! ❞  brows   knotted   ,   vocals   hoarse   in   delivery   as   one   swift   motion   causes   girls   gentle   backhand   to   brush   against   forearm.  ❝  i  told   you   we   needed    directions  . . .  ❞  @worstwar​

[tithonuscurse]

☾ ┆ ALEC LIGHTWOOD.

            the  hunter  and  the  wolf     ;     quite  the  odd pair .  a  simple  thank  you  for  saving  his  life  would  suffice ,  but  alec  never  was  able  to  hold  his  tongue .   ‘     why  are  you  HELPING  me  ?     ’    it   was   an  honest  question .  he  was  curious .  despite  the  injury ,  he  needed  to  know .   ‘     you  could   have   left   me   for  dead . . .  but  you  didn’t .  why  ?     ’

       ❛ – nous protègons ceux qui ne peuvent pas se protèger eux-měmes. ❜

THE WORDS COME NATURALLY NOW,  tongue clicking well-practiced phrase.  arm around alec’s waist, he lifts, weightlessness to wolven strength -- spider veins black with subtle stolen pain.

     ❛ not everything is as black and white as you’re taught at hunter school. wolves aren’t always monsters, and hunters aren’t always saviours. can you walk? ❜

[tithonuscurse]

   ❛ i’ll give you twenty bucks if you can hit this apple off the top of my head. ❜    

▒░ || ❛ @worstwar​ | ♡’d.

[tithonuscurse]

five times kissed. you knew this was coming.

「☓」: meme: five times kissed! (selectively accepting)

I.

it’s february, crisp winter air sharp needles to lungs as he inhales.  out of breath, out of light, out in the-middle-of-nowhere-california, his anxiety spikes.  it’s been almost twenty-four hours missing, alec taken from fight at midnight hour – and isaac hasn’t been able to breathe properly since.

breathing doesn’t return when he spots limp body on forest floor, scent of blood cold steel; bile.

“– alec?”     zero hesitance, zero fear, he approaches, hands cupping bruised face gently.  and finally, he exhales relief.  pulse is strong. alec’s conscious, and smiling through skin-split lip.

he’s ready to tear the world apart for daring damage a face so soft.

“you found me.”

“of course i found you. i’ll always find you.”

there’s laughter, bloody cough.  isaac cringes as he steals the edge, veins of black web crawling arms-length to heart. 

“we’ve got to stop – meeting like this.”

fingertips skim bruised cheekbone, alec’s injuries – although numerous – lacking fatality.  isaac’s expression softens, secret.

“we’ll stop meeting like this the second you stop acting like a suicidal idiot.”

good luck with that.  alec’s chuckle is anything but reassuring.

“hey– i’ll make you a deal. you stop being an idiot, and we’ll meet like this instead.”

lips soft to mouth corner, he kisses alec like moon-horizon.

it’s a good deal.

II.

hands.  everywhere.  

alone, threading through cool raven, those soft sighs have his heartbeat running rampant – have his lips practising marathon along the smooth plains of alec’s throat, dips and curves a battlefield he loves marching.

idly, back hits wall, the dull thump causing laughter.

is this what happiness feels like?

III.

“what’s this one from?”

fingertip tracing ugly scar tissue hip to waist, alec’s touch feels like liquid fire.  the kind of fire he longs to extinguish, gentle touch burning him inside out, blue flame upon open wound.  

vulnerability is a special kind of hell, but it’s a hell he’s willing to face, if only for ten more seconds drowning love.

“i broke my mother’s favourite vase while dusting.”     – mother, long dead.

gentle lips brushing scar length, he looks down; awed.

“this one?”

“i got a B on my math exam.”

more kisses, he feels himself falling apart, bit by aching bit.  and it might take hours, those glass-cut questions meeting every single wound on a body damaged beyond – but alec’s right there, itching to put him back together again.

he’s a ruin.

IV.

hands catching sweater sleeve, he tugs – draws alec two steps closer into personal space.  it’s always like this, threat looming on horizon, tongue tied with desires to demand promises of safety and good will.

but he never does enunciate those wants.  promises negate responsibility, prominently demanding thought best spent focusing on stringing another arrow or dodging fatal blow.  instead, isaac tilts his head, lips pressed thin, eyes a galaxy of want.

“yeah. i know.”

of course alec gets it, bow strung taut, hanging over shoulder.  must they always split up?

“i’ll see you in an hour.”

it’s as close to a promise as they’ll ever get, quick kiss exchanged before melding into shadows.

V.

fallen asleep on couch waiting, messy coal hair and soot-smoked cheeks, isaac’s endeared.  later home than he’d anticipated, he’s met with warm affection in the form of sleeping lover, fingers pushing strands off forehead before working at the laces of alec’s boots.

he hears the skipped heartbeat before physical stir, lazy smile and drowsy stretch a modern picasso.  i’m so done for.

“–hey.”

“hey yourself. sorry i took so long.”

alec’s exhale is warm, preaching forgiveness.  he feels lips curve sweet, boots hitting floor.  you’re ruining me.

“bed?”

“effort.”

“i’m sure you can be persuaded.”

familiar smirk greets lips, mouth to mouth a temptation to follow.  he kisses like a man starved oxygen – an astronaut craving gravity, lifeline pulled tight.  i’m so in love with you.

“coming?”

“i guess you’ll have to carry me.”

meant as a joke, followed through with action; isaac lifts him over shoulder, laughter filling tiny apartment.

i’ll carry you until the day i die.