france, 1894. ;; ➳

— ⁞ ❛  allisonbreathe:

     radiant as the sun, her beauty glows in candlelight. and that was it. that was all it took. one look – and he was done for. hook, line, sinker. the red string of fate had revealed itself again, its familiar threadbare already wrapped like a noose around his throat. because never again could he gaze upon another – not without comparison to the brunette beauty before him. 

                    isaac was utterly ruined for the rest of his life.
                                               (though a tragically short life, no doubt.)

             ❛ is that a trick, then? knowing my name? ❜

     giddy were his flirtations, a small smile upturning pinkened lips – though he tried his hardest to hide it with a cough. a cough that started out fake, only to become very real upon realization that he was absolutely freezing post-travelling through the rain. soaked to the bone, he shivered, hands rubbing at shoulders in a poor attempt to create warmth through friction. 

                              perhaps it would be uncharted territory, dying from the flu.

            ❛ – because i’ve never met you before. and trust
                      me, i’d remember someone like you. ❜ 

     tense muscles clench by way of the cold, hard irony of his words. though his smile — oh his smile — it tugs at heartstrings that haven’t been plucked in years. it threatened to pull her under, as it always did. her self-promised stoicism never made it beyond the upturn of his lips. it melted the ice in her veins to a thin slush and drew her in like a moth to flickering flame.

                    any hope of walking away was lost.
                                             together they would remain, until his final breath.

                                ❛ of sorts. ❜

     where he smiled — impishly and bashfully at the same time, a quality characteristic and unique to him — she did not. there was nothing to draw happiness from her, only a despairing expression of someone staring headlong into the inevitable. 

                        and then he coughed. he shivered. and everything else fell away. 

     a concern too intimate for that of a stranger wrought over her pallor of high cheekbones and slender brows. the candles strew about the room glowed with deeper intensity, coursing a subtle heat through-out the room. the same room that had seemed to grow smaller as they spoke. it was the only explanation she had for finding herself suddenly upon him, a meager foot parting them. she had no explanation, however, for why her hand fell atop his. or, for what she said next.

                                                                 ❛ you’re freezing, Isaac. ❜