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allιѕon argenт ([personal profile] fateless) wrote2026-09-08 07:34 pm

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frigidaire: (ugh)

[personal profile] frigidaire 2020-11-21 07:14 am (UTC)(link)
Isaac turns toward the noise, but even the sound of it frustrates him. He misses the clarity, the awareness, that his abilities offered him. But seeing the sound is followed by Allison, he seems to relax a tiny bit. He wrings his hands in front of him, elbows propped on his knees as he looks out over the dimly lit area.

"I don't know how it happened," he says finally, wrestling with his words, with his emotions. "It's like someone stuffed a box on my head." And it almost feels claustrophobic in a way. His surroundings suddenly feel tighter, smaller, without the range of hearing and the depth of smell. He's re-learning how to view the world as a human being and not a werewolf.

"Uh, sorry if I woke you up. I just didn't know what to do."
frigidaire: (omfg wtf u so mean)

[personal profile] frigidaire 2020-11-21 02:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Isaac raises his head when she squeezes his shoulder. She has a point, at the very least. The memories glitch hadn't lasted very long, but would this be the same? The hand on his shoulder grounds him, though, and calms him down.

"Maybe. It's been a while since that happened, so why now?"

This isn't anything like what they dealt with back home, and even then he was never much of the one to actually spearhead the problem solving. He wrings his hands together for a minute, knuckles white as he grips his fingers together. "I can't even fight," he laughs a little. "I had Derek give me the bite so I could be strong, and without that..."

It feels a little silly, when he says it out loud, and while the fear now isn't quite the same as the fear he felt facing his father, it's all rooted in the same place.
frigidaire: (derpderpderp)

[personal profile] frigidaire 2020-11-21 05:14 pm (UTC)(link)
The hope that this might be temporary is there, but the fear that it might be permanent is stronger. He's been human before, after all; he was human before Derek turned him. But there's a vulnerability that comes with it, that follows closely on the coattails of weakness and that's the part that worries him. But he raises his head, meeting her eyes.

"That means a lot. Especially coming from a girl who's stabbed me a hundred times," he teases weakly, giving her shoulder a nudge with his own. They might be from different times, different places, but this is still Allison, and there's a comfort in sitting here with her, a familiarity that he's sorely needed.

"It's just fucking weird," he says and runs a hand back through unkempt curls. "Like I took the bite so I wouldn't be weak again. So I wouldn't have to worry about this shit. Now it's like I can see, hear, and smell and breathe but... not. So yeah, I mean I guess I'm just a different me. Last time I was like this, I was with my dad, so. You know, really happy stuff."

The memory sharing glitch hadn't been a fun one, no less when people really got to see everything through his eyes. He can only hope that this whole power swap thing fades just as quickly.
frigidaire: (why would you let him drive)

[personal profile] frigidaire 2020-11-21 06:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"I guess you're right."

So much has happened since then and he's definitely learned a lot about himself in that time, werewolf or not. While it doesn't ease the uncertainty, the idea of the unknown ahead of him, it does make him feel a little less lost in it all.

He looks up when he nudges him again, but he finds the weight of her against his side so familiar and comforting that the tension in his shoulders fades completely. He's kept his distance lately, diving into work or the rescue efforts, and that was more out of self preservation than anything else. But he's missed her, and he's missed her since the day he watched her die back home. Maybe she's not the Allison he saw last, but that doesn't change anything for him, not at the root of it.

Isaac believes her wholeheartedly. Allison doesn't waste her breath if it's not worth something, and he knows that. But he can't help the huff of a laugh that comes out of his chest. Now that he's human, his face actually flushes, but he's grateful it's dark outside.

"Those were just the werewolf muscles," he jokes, giving her a little nudge back, but nothing to actually dislodge her from his side as he turns to look at her. "Just got weak, puny human muscles. Just don't stab me this time because I can't heal."
frigidaire: (whoops i laughed instead)

[personal profile] frigidaire 2020-11-21 06:54 pm (UTC)(link)
A weight has lifted from his chest, though whether that weight holds the stress of being human or the pain and confusion from back home, he's not sure. But whatever doors had been shut, whatever locks engaged, are open now and there's an easy comfort that he remembers. It's like being home, really, even if when he goes back home, she won't be there anymore.

It's comforting and confusing— caught somewhere in between what they were and whatever this place has made them, even when what they were was as fluid and changing as it is now. But Allison's a steady constant, either way, and he's suddenly regretting not reaching out to her sooner. They've talked, like at the bonfire, or at the maze, but he's missed this.

"You could kick my ass as a werewolf, why do you think I want you to teach me anything as a human? I've done the whole eating concrete thing and I don't want to do that a thousand times for your fun. I'm not that stupid." His brows raise and he looks at her, almost accusingly, but there's a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He shakes his head, conceding.

"But yeah, fine. I guess I'll let you kick my ass while you still can. Who knows, might not be human forever. Get your cheap shots while you can, Argent."
frigidaire: (uh)

[personal profile] frigidaire 2020-11-21 08:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"Fine, fine, I'll do it, alright? We can train." Isaac rolls his eyes. He knows how skilled Allison is back home, and with another year of another place under her belt, he has no doubts that he's in for a world of hurt when they train.

Everything feels so normal like this and that's such a relief. He's not really been able to find his footing since arriving, and to have some kind of solid ground back under his feet really makes a difference. He looks down at her, with her head leaned against him. He hesitates for a moment, but finally reaches for her hand, giving it a brief squeeze. "Um, thanks, by the way. For coming out here to talk to me. It means a lot."

It's easy for him to forget he doesn't have to go it all alone, and Allison has the straightforward, clear-headedness that he lacks. He snorts at her offer, though, and carefully moves to stand once he's sure her full weight isn't against him. "But boring, human TV sounds good. As long as it's not some like, bad chick flick or whatever."