Day: February 22, 2018

mythsandmonsters:

Isaac remained agitated. still struggling to adjust to being back in his body and its hypersensitivity to everything. After a moment, he pulled away, backing off a few steps before he stumbled and collapsed to the floor, sitting in the dirt with a confused and upset look in his eyes as his cognitive function fought to reconcile things it vaguely remembered with a physical form it had forgotten how to operate.

When he fell, Anya dropped to her knees and crawled forward, the motion uncharacteristically submissive for her. But he needed to see there was no threat from her as she came close again and curled up beside him. “Let me take you somewhere safe, Isaac. Please.”

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He flinched a little at the touch, but her hand was close enough that her scent broke through the thick stench of decay and ash that clung to him. He was still growling, but it was continuous now, with a rhythm to it that revealed it to be the sound of him breathing, the effort laboured and exhausted.

He still didn’t speak but he finally managed to make eye contact, albeit briefly, but long enough for some of the tension to begin to slip from his posture in a small hint of recognition on a base level.

The smell didn’t both her any and when she felt his body begin to relax, she pressed against him and began rubbing her cheek against his skin. If she could lessen some of the scent clinging to him, it would help. 

“We’re going to take you somewhere safe, okay? We can get you cleaned up and I will stay with you, okay?”

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Isaac growled, a low, deep rumble of a warning, his body tense and ready to strike if he needed to defend himself. His eyes hurt from lack of use and it made it hard for him to focus long enough to try to look at anything, including her, and it was clear that the strain of being pulled from death had taken a toll on his memory for the immediate moment, at least in terms if him remembering that this had been planned and he’d agreed to it.

Anya stayed in his line of sight when she reached out to touch his face, putting her wrist dangerously close to his mouth. He needed to be able to smell her, to have something to cling to that wasn’t death and horror and pain. “Isaac, I know you’re in there. I am not going to let you slip away,” she pleaded, trying to reach anything in him that wasn’t likely to bite her.

mythsandmonsters:

His first instinct was to run and failing that, he’d fight his way out if he had to, his senses completely overwhelmed after so long being disconnected from them. It was too bright, too loud, and every muscle in his body felt like it had been flayed and scorched. Most unsettling to him though was the way the place smelled, like fire, death and decay, and it was overpowering his ability to distinguish anything else lingering in the air at a distance.

Another few steps closer, slowly closing the distance between the two of them so he could catch her scent. He needed something familiar and she was the only thing there that fit the bill. “Isaac, listen to me. I’m here to help you,” she stated, continuing her slow movements until she could nearly touch him.

mythsandmonsters:

The animalistic part of his consciousness had surfaced first, which was to be expected given the circumstances surrounding his death and what it took to raise his corpse and force his soul back into it. After he’d clawed his way out of the dirt where his remains had lain for around half a decade, he stood, snarling and blinking against his surroundings, making out the shapes of figures but not yet recognising the difference between friend or foe.

She took a step forward, her movements slow and cautious. Things could get very ugly fast with how he was reacting so far. “Isaac, listen to my voice. It’s okay, no one is going to hurt you,” she soothed, trying to swallow back her own pulse and urge to rush forward to hug him.

@mythsandmonsters

To say that Anya didn’t trust the woman had been an understatement, but she was still just so desperate to find out what had happened to Isaac, that she went along. As much as she had hoped, she hadn’t expected it to actually work but there he was, standing in front of her for the first time in years.

“Isaac?”

mythsandmonsters:

It was all very reassuring to him, and the kiss distracted him from the pain just long enough to settle him again, a deep breath taken and an affirming nod as he consciously reminded himself that Moros spoke the truth.

“It’s hardly surprising she’s reluctant to stray very far. She’s spent her whole life in that habit. She just needs a little time and reassurance I think. As do we all.” he smiled, sighing softly. “I’m so happy and grateful to be home.”

When the kiss broke, Moros finally settled himself on the edge of the bed. It was far easier to be at something closer to eye level and it gave him a better chance to get a proper look at Hypnos. 

“She is getting plenty of it from Cayden and Blake. She is slowly being eased into meeting the rest of the family and it does seem to be going rather well. But there is much you have missed and it is going to take time to tell it all. New faces for you to meet as such.”

mythsandmonsters:

“It took him a little while and a few little complications along the way, but yes, and it’s partly thanks to Illyria. Eros was in a bit of a sorry state when he finally came home, and Kat was with Silas at the time, so he had to move in with Lyri and Tassos for a spell until Kat and Silas separated. Then after, Kat, Eros, Lyri and Tass all just seemed to end up under one roof as one big family and everyone stopped keeping count of which kid belonged to who.”

His expression softened all the more at hearing she had missed them. Thanatos had indeed missed her too, though he always felt it more keenly when he wasn’t so wrapped up in his work, so naturally he was very happy she had come when he wasn’t so busy that her visit might pass him by completely.

“I don’t recognize that name,” she stated, the frown returning. No one had ever mentioned the name within her proximity before and now she was curious. It didn’t seem like the girl Philotes knew to be with anyone other Eros with how the child had pined for him when he had left in the first place. 

“I am glad they have found what makes them happy. What of you, brother? Are you smitten with someone as well?” She did hope so for his sake. It bothered her to see any of her siblings alone.

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Her word only went as far as his trust in her, and right now, Isaac didn’t entirely trust anyone except his own flesh and blood, regardless of what promises were being made.

Instead he just gave a vague nod of acknowledgement and fell back into brooding silence.

“Take the time you need to think all of this over. Check in on your babies. I’ll do what I can in terms of finding your sister and then we can go from there.”

Without another word, she broke the circle, releasing his spirit from it to as he had been doing. It had been a promising conversation, but she was smart enough to know it was going to be dicey in the beginning if he agreed.