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ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟ ᴘᴜᴘᴘʏ sᴄᴏᴛᴛ ᴍᴄᴄᴀʟʟ (◡‿◡✿) ([personal profile] exercise) wrote in [community profile] entrancelogs2013-11-03 02:17 pm

this one wicked road ❧ you're gonna make it right

Who: isaac lahey ( [personal profile] algidity ) and scott mccall ( [personal profile] exercise )
Where: their room.
When: first day after the event
Rating: pg-13
Summary: dark depressing thoughts to cute fluffies and love confessions!!
The Story:

[ There's not any bit of drama when Mirror Scott leaves and the real one comes back- just a jerk, a sudden unanticipated push, and he's gone, and Scott's left to deal with the consequences of the other's actions. His body feels used, tired. Exhausted from sleepless nights when the real Scott wouldn't let him sleep- ached from the scars both of them continually forced on this body, cuts which now long to heal, ragged edges of skin wanting to form back together into seamless, invisible lines.

The physical is nothing compared to the mental, though. Even with his Mirror gone, Scott still hears the hiss of you're worthless, you're pathetic, you're useless, idiot, idiot, idiot, in the back of his head- and for once, he believes it. Because he allowed horrible things to occur over the last week, horrible, unfair things that he was powerless to stop. Allison, Isaac- Mirror Stiles he doesn't really give a shit about- Cora. He owes them all an apology, and somewhere inside him knows that the longer he waits, the worse it will get.

But he can't be bothered. He doesn't deserve forgiveness. He doesn't deserve healing wounds and he doesn't receive them- just lets the off-red color of his blood seep through his shirt while he lays down on his bed and thinks about Isaac. About all the cruelties Scott had said- of course none of it was true, but he had given his other self the tools to hurt him with. The knowledge of his father, the severity of their relationship.

Scott doesn't want to think about it, because it only makes him feel worse- though he knows he deserves to feel like the pile of garbage he is. He turns his head over and breathes in Isaac's lingering scent stuck on the pillows, curling up into a slight ball while he tries to sleep.

And then he remembers he can't sleep without Isaac.
]
algidity: ((/) Uh what)

[personal profile] algidity 2013-11-04 08:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[ His eyes fall shut as he lets himself get lost for a short second in the sensation of the pads of Scott's fingers on his neck and his hair, it's distracting but he doesn't waste much time, instead he continues sorting Scott's wound out. He's sure he can make sure that Scott is okay, he can clean it, and talk him into healing.

I want to protect you. He holds his breath for a moment, trying to decide how that makes him feel. After spending so much time with Allison he almost wants to say "I can take care of myself" but there's a stronger part of him that wants that, that wants to be protected. He could get drunk on the sweet scents filling the room - they're some of his favourites, especially when he's spent countless times trailing his tongue over tanned skin to go straight to the source and get a better taste of them.

Why? Why does he want to protect him? It's the first time that someone has ever wanted to protect him. He'll admit his dad used to protect him, and there were moments when his dad protected him from harm as long as the harm wasn't caused by him. Why does Scott want him in his pack? ]


First you need to heal. [ Does he sound like a broken record? He feels like a broken record but he's not going to let Scott get away with being hurt this badly and not healing. Isaac wants to press kisses to his skin until he cannot refuse to heal, but he doesn't. He listens and stays put. It' not apathy, he feels, he just doesn't know what he feels.

When he decides that he's cleaned most of the blood up he leans forward, his arms move to wrap loosely around Scott's waist as he finds an unaffected spot to rest his forehead against Scott's skin. It's a comforting gesture and Isaac is pretty sure he could just stay there forever feeling Scott's warmth, his scent almost tangible in the whole room, his heartbeat and his voice. All of it is calming and relaxing especially after the last week. ]
algidity: DO NOT STEAL ((/) Hello Isaac Jr)

[personal profile] algidity 2013-11-06 09:55 pm (UTC)(link)
I know. [ It's to everything Scott's said, because he does know. He's trying, he's sorry, and he'll protect him. He's not mad at Scott, that would be ridiculous, it wasn't Scott that terrorized him or Allison or Cora or anyone. ] I heal. [ The words are spoken quietly, but loud enough for Scott to hear. It's true after all. He's always healed from this stuff, even if when he was a human it took a little longer, it'd left scars when he was human, made bones ache, but now, he could take on the world and heal from any injury.

He smiles and leans in to kiss Scott's warm skin in return for the kisses placed in his hair. Scott had said he was in love with him... Well, Mirror Scott did... He's pretty sure that was something that was on his brain and Allison's since it'd been said. For a minute he can just forget the turmoil this last week has caused, the fact that everyone and their mother knows far more about his life than they should if they were paying attention... He knows Cora saw it, suspects Santana did... And he'd shown Allison... But the latter was his choice, he let her in on his own. ]


Can I - uh - Can I stay here tonight? [ He doesn't have anything against sharing a room with Allison actually she's a very peaceful roommate, only a little intimidating... But she's funny and easy to be around. The point is, he misses Scott, it's surprisingly hard to get to sleep when he doesn't have Scott curled protectively around him. ] With you. [ It seems like a silly question, but it's not silly to him and he's sure the other teenager can tell by how his heart picks up and anxiety floods off him.

Isaac idly and blindly traces ghosts into the skin of Scott's lower back. He obviously still wants him... Right?... He asked him to be part of his pack... They're still touching and looking at each other as if they're lovers... Scott said he was in love with him. ]
algidity: DO NOT STEAL ((/) Gee Ms You Kinda Freaky)

[personal profile] algidity 2013-11-13 06:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ Isaac smiles up at Scott, face lighting up like a small child's on Christmas morning. There's a slight tiredness to his face, the bags under his eyes doing him no favours, but somehow the happiness manages to cut through it all. The touch to his sides causes him to tense briefly before all but melting in Scott's grip, he was afraid it was going to be tickling, but then it was comfort...

Then he's being manhandled and pulled to where Scott wants him, not at all putting up a fight, instead letting out a startled little laugh before settling into where Scott wanted him. The bloodied cloth got lost somewhere in transmission of being moved up to the bed with Scott, he'll find it later on the floor and throw it in the trash. The first aid kit also managed to get knocked off, hitting the floor with a dull thud.

His body basically moves on its own as he leans in to press his lips to Scott's, it's chaste and full of adoration as he move to press another one to the corner of Scott's lips. ]
Allison's sofa is too short. [ The fact sounds random enough, but that's where he's been sleeping since Scott was taken over. As if to put emphasis on the fact he pulls back to stretch his legs out, and his arms above him, following them with his gaze, resembling Parker when he stretches out... They do say the owner and the pet begin to look alike...

When he's done basking in the fact that he's on a bed he turns to look at Scott once again, his hand reaching out to brush over his jaw and then rest on his cheek. They should talk about it. He's scared to. But he knows they should and he figures Scott is waiting for it. He just needs to figure out how to pull it from his thoughts and put it eloquently... ]
You said you were in love with me. [ Or... Not. Isaac pauses, that's not how he'd meant to say it... ] Well - uh - your mirror did... Is that... [ True? ] Did you mean it? [ He pauses for a minute, baby blues still on Scott, traversing from his eyes down to his lips. He can hear the beating of their hearts. It's not in tune, but they're relaxed for the most part. ] It's okay if you didn't.
algidity: ([sc] Raving)

[personal profile] algidity 2013-11-13 10:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Isaac stays pretty much deathly silent, listening to Scott's heart and his words. His cornflower blue gaze follows invisible trails. From Scott's eyes, to his lips, to his jaw, then back up to his eyes, then from there down the portion of his neck that Isaac could see and then to the healing injuries. His body is moving again without his say so, it's almost like autopilot the way his hand moves from Scott's jaw to his chest, Isaac's attention on it as he slides his palm over to rest over Scott's heart. He'd just poured his heart out to him... And Isaac has no idea what to say. He's never been in this situation or anything like it.

He's supposed to say I love you too, he knows he is, but the thought of uttering it is a bit terrifying. He's never been in love, but he knows that it's what he's in right now. With both of them, with Scott and Allison. The hand on his back causes him to curl towards Scott a bit. He wants to roll onto him, to press skin against skin, straddle hips and kiss him until he's dizzy, but instead he's mindful of Scott's injuries. ]
I'm glad you didn't stop. [ Scott's Mirror's torture was worth it if it meant that Scott didn't stop feeling for him. ] Then he would have won, and I don't want to lose you.

[ Scott has always been too much of a hero for his own good, and now? He's trying to push Isaac towards Allison, for their happiness, not his. But Isaac refuses to go one way or the other, he's going to be steadfast and stick to his guns, keeping one hand tangled with Scott's and the other with Allison's, metaphorically speaking. ] Scott, stop. I like Allison... I.. It's complicated. But I like you too and... [ He trails off, falling almost completely silent, aside from the chuff of air he blows out, pulling the face that obviously says he doesn't want to be doing something, or is mentally preparing himself from something. It's the same face he'd probably make if someone told him he had to jump off a bridge. ]

I don't want to choose between you or Allison. [ It sounds stingy, but they'd had it once, they'd made it work. Why should he have to be cowed into choosing when he knows the other option went wonderfully. He wants them both, and he knows that sounds terrible, but it's not fair. At least they're past the part of Isaac trying to claim he didn't have any feelings for her. That had been awkward and at one point he'd even tried convincing himself that he didn't. But then she died and it was his fault... He just couldn't keep lying.

He leans in once again, this time to nuzzle along his jawline and down to his neck where he pauses, staying there to simply inhale the scent of Scott, no, not inhale, bask. Then he's withdrawing again, this time to catch Scott's eye, this is important and he wants to be sure that Scott understands that. ]
I'm not going to choose if you try to make me but I love you too. [ The words fall out of his mouth and for a minute he holds still as if expecting the world to shatter to a million pieces or something. He knows it needed to be said, even if he was kind of terrified by the idea of admitting it. It feels different saying it aloud, like he can't take it back now, and the flood gates are open for the feelings. Like not being able to unsee something. It'll always be there, hanging in the air. ]
algidity: ((+) Shy)

[personal profile] algidity 2013-11-20 11:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ He doesn't really have time to even comment on the way Scott's heart is acting, no, because in an instant there are lips against his, and it's almost overwhelming the way Scott kisses him, and keeps kissing him even as he shifts their positions. Isaac tries to keep up, one of his hands finding the back of Scott's neck where blunt fingernails dig into his tan skin to leave crescent moon shapes and pull him into the kiss further. And just when Isaac was starting to feel dizzy from a lack of air, Scott pulls away.

The grin against his skin causes Isaac himself to grin and lean his head against Scott's. It's not long before he's turning to look at their hands, the contrasting skintones weaved together. The nuzzling draws a chuckle out of him and his free hand slides up to sift through dark hair.

Then there are lips on his throat and he can't help but tilt his head back, giving Scott as much access to it as he wants, eyes falling shut in thought. ]
She definitely still likes you. She looks at you... The way you look at her. [ He's not jealous, not really, well, maybe a little bit. Allison and Scott? They have history, they've been together, and even if the three of them have been together before? Well - they'd been together longer. Isaac wasn't completely sure they weren't together when he'd first come to wonderland. The fact that she'd roomed right across the hall from him, it was... Something. There was also the way she'd stalked him on their lacrosse trip...

Though he wasn't blind to the fact that Allison had feelings for him either. She'd stood up for him when Scott's mirror was trying his hardest to tear him down. She'd punched him in the face. She'd gotten so angry over the mirror fiasco... Not to mention the kiss... And she held his hand and let him stay with her... Which had been more of a burden on her than Isaac really had wanted to put on her, especially when he'd woke up from a nightmare with her there at his side, sweeping fingers through his hair only to be met with golden eyes and fear. But Isaac still didn't think she was over Scott, if anything, Isaac assumed she liked him because he reminded her of Scott... ]


I think you should talk to her before you jump to conclusions. [ He knows exactly what Scott meant, that he thought that she wasn't into him anymore because she'd moved onto Isaac. But she'd been so in love with him, twice before, he knows that's impossible to forget. ]