[ No hesitation. He gets up, pulls on the nearest pair of sweatpants around - black, threadbare, too big - and a hoodie. He's out the door in minutes, earphones in his ears, ipod, phone and keys jangling in his pockets as he gets into his car.
It's a short drive; he could have walked, but he doesn't feel like not being with Isabelle. He parks a block down from her building, and jogs up all the way to her door, knocking lightly when he gets there. ]
( she's beginning to believe it may be entirely on her that she's surprised at how little it takes for him to agree, already having readied an means of explaining that she didn't want him to take it as anything inappropriate, nor asking for anything other than what she had— company, in it's simplest form. she doesn't bother him with asking if he's sure, and maybe it's a little selfish of her. )
I'll see you soon, Baby.
( so she'll leave him with that, recognizing the now familiar purr of his car as it pulls up outside her building, wearing a silk two piece that only accentuated the black tendrils of her hair, hearing her name murmur through the door. when she opens it, she wants to cover up everything that's wrong, the wars being waged within her thoughts, yet a tender smile is all she can manage. ) Come in?
( a soft invite, stepping to the side while she leans against the edge of the door. )
[ He walks in, trying his best to advert his eyes, not look at her too thoroughly, too obviously. It's not exactly easy, when she looks like this, her legs on show, the rune between her breasts completely visible, moving with every breath.
He exhales softly and walks in, turning to her with a smile. ]
( her outfit held no intentions to entice, more something comfortable she'd slipped into after a shower, the steady piping stream at most times more than enough to soothe her thoughts beneath it's steady pulse. she'll never miss the way he looks at her, though there's something far softer resting between them, unkind thoughts leaving her restless, desperate for any sort of relief.
he was all she could think of.
teeth snare at her lips, locking up quietly behind them before she's taking his hand, slowly leading him through her darkened apartment. ) Hard for a girl to say no to something like that. ( glancing to find his features in the dark, there's a brief, but there smile, lacing their fingers together lightly. nearer her bedroom door, she pauses, chewing at the inner of her cheek as a sigh is swallowed to the quiet of the home. )
[ He follows her through her apartment - it's not that big and it looks pretty much like the one he started in himself, but it also carries something... unique, something very Isabelle; the smell of her shampoo in the air and the way the ringing in his ears is muted, even when he takes his earbuds out.
He swallows hard when she laces their fingers together, and asks him if he'd lie with her. All sorts of scenarios run through his head, but, very probably, she doesn't mean sex. And that's fine by him, he thinks as he hums gently, nodding. ]
Of course not.
[ He toes his shoes off, glad he's wearing some soft sweatpants and not some stiff jeans as he follows her to lie on the bed, spooning her from behind immediately, his arm circling her waist, his nose against the top of her head. ]
( it's only a matter of time before she settles into a place that's a bit more set on it's own, a little more her, a comfort she's largely looking forward to. for now, however, merely having him in that petite apartment with her serves as a balm enough. it's only a moment before twin figures are sinking into her mattress, wintry sheets taking to her limbs as she carefully dips her toes beneath, only settling her ankles within.
fingertips gratefully skirt along the strong forearm that wraps around her, her frame folding easily back into his as he holds her—she can't remember the last time she's been cradled this way. maybe when she was younger, with a mother murmuring lullabies against her temple, when softness wasn't seen so much as a weakness. )
No, it isn't that. ( at least, not as of late. what haunts her is more during the waking hours, glancing down to watch the invisible trails her digits make along his arm, stumbling gently over knuckles and relieving a long breath. ) There's... there's things I haven't told you, too, Baby.
Things that I've been struggling with for awhile now.
Okay. [ His tone is non-judgmental, non-committal, soft, like anything louder would break the safety of the bubble they're currently building around themselves. His thumb strokes idly back and forth over her stomach, in a mindless, reassuring gesture. ]
If you want to tell me, you can. But you don't have to.
[ He closes his eyes, pushes his nose further into her hair, just smelling strawberries and lilac, the strands silky against his cheek. There's a smile in his voice when he speaks next. ]
If you'd rather, I really can sing you a song. I'm not all bad at it.
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Hey, Baby. You awake?
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Yeah. What's up, are you okay?
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Having trouble sleeping, I think I'm just still adjusting to everything here, you know?
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Anything I can do? Sing you a lullaby, or something? [ It's meant as a joke, but he'd still do it if she wanted him to. ]
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Are you saying you're willing to sing me a lullaby?
( there was a song her mother used to sing, when her and alec were younger, french smoothing from her tongue. )
Aren't you tired?
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[ If you couldn't tell he is smitten, it would be very apparent now. ]
I'm okay. I'm used to late nights. And I don't mind staying up for you.
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How would you feel about coming over? I know it's late, so if you'd rather not it's okay
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[ No hesitation. He gets up, pulls on the nearest pair of sweatpants around - black, threadbare, too big - and a hoodie. He's out the door in minutes, earphones in his ears, ipod, phone and keys jangling in his pockets as he gets into his car.
It's a short drive; he could have walked, but he doesn't feel like not being with Isabelle. He parks a block down from her building, and jogs up all the way to her door, knocking lightly when he gets there. ]
Izzy?
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she doesn't bother him with asking if he's sure, and maybe it's a little selfish of her. )
I'll see you soon, Baby.
( so she'll leave him with that, recognizing the now familiar purr of his car as it pulls up outside her building, wearing a silk two piece that only accentuated the black tendrils of her hair, hearing her name murmur through the door. when she opens it, she wants to cover up everything that's wrong, the wars being waged within her thoughts, yet a tender smile is all she can manage. ) Come in?
( a soft invite, stepping to the side while she leans against the edge of the door. )
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He exhales softly and walks in, turning to her with a smile. ]
You wanted that lullaby in person?
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he was all she could think of.
teeth snare at her lips, locking up quietly behind them before she's taking his hand, slowly leading him through her darkened apartment. ) Hard for a girl to say no to something like that. ( glancing to find his features in the dark, there's a brief, but there smile, lacing their fingers together lightly. nearer her bedroom door, she pauses, chewing at the inner of her cheek as a sigh is swallowed to the quiet of the home. )
Do you— would you mind laying with me, Baby?
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He swallows hard when she laces their fingers together, and asks him if he'd lie with her. All sorts of scenarios run through his head, but, very probably, she doesn't mean sex. And that's fine by him, he thinks as he hums gently, nodding. ]
Of course not.
[ He toes his shoes off, glad he's wearing some soft sweatpants and not some stiff jeans as he follows her to lie on the bed, spooning her from behind immediately, his arm circling her waist, his nose against the top of her head. ]
So, what is it? Nightmares?
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fingertips gratefully skirt along the strong forearm that wraps around her, her frame folding easily back into his as he holds her—she can't remember the last time she's been cradled this way. maybe when she was younger, with a mother murmuring lullabies against her temple, when softness wasn't seen so much as a weakness. )
No, it isn't that. ( at least, not as of late. what haunts her is more during the waking hours, glancing down to watch the invisible trails her digits make along his arm, stumbling gently over knuckles and relieving a long breath. ) There's... there's things I haven't told you, too, Baby.
Things that I've been struggling with for awhile now.
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If you want to tell me, you can. But you don't have to.
[ He closes his eyes, pushes his nose further into her hair, just smelling strawberries and lilac, the strands silky against his cheek. There's a smile in his voice when he speaks next. ]
If you'd rather, I really can sing you a song. I'm not all bad at it.