immortals in love with humans (◡‿◡✿)
immortals in love with humans who die (◡‿◡✿)
immortals in love with humans who die and become reincarnated (◡‿◡✿)
immortals in love with humans who die and become reincarnated and don’t remember them (◕‿◕✿)
It’s a beautiful thing: to hear the life surging through his veins; to hear the steady rise and fall of his chest as you lay next to him, heart in hand, ready to conquer the world together.
It’s a beautiful thing: to look into his eyes and see the stars; to see the dreams he’s mapped out for a future that’ll never come. It troubles you—knowing that the fates have cursed you—, but his kiss is your remedy; it sucks the poison out of your veins.
It’s a beautiful thing: to be tangled up in the sheets; to have your limbs mingle and your breaths tickle each other’s cheeks. His touch is your salvation. It erases the scars of lost hopes, of lost love, of pain. You whisper his name like a prayer, like he’s your saving grace. Like you can be redeemed.
He gives you hope.
What a beautiful thing.
"She’s the kind
that’ll ask if you’re okay
then punch you for being
r e c k l e s s.
"☁"
for a scene from my character’s past
❝ is what happened to his family…
is it going to happen to ours too? ❞
it’d been three days since the demon attack at the Lahey’s. three days since her father collapsed in the middle of a late dinner, clutching at the mark on his neck. three days of being shuffled around, trying to comprehend the anguish on her father’s face and the stoicism in her mother’s. three days to understand that she was supposed to ‘walk on eggshells’ around the boy with the sand-colored hair and sad blue eyes. the same boy she grew up playing with on the weekends. three days for the question to gnaw at her, eat away at her careful exterior. three days to experience that thing called fear for one of the first times.
and now that she’d asked it, she felt relieved and not in need of an answer. even as her father looked at her. if she didn’t know better, she’d have mistaken the look on his face for worry. as quickly as it came, it was gone, and he was speaking.
❝ no, sweetheart. nothing like that is going to
happen to us, especially not here in the Institute.
remember your studies? demons can’t trespass
on hallowed ground. when we’re here, we’re safe.
i promise. ❞ he spoke to her with a hitch in his
throat he hoped she didn’t notice. his lips parted, about
to continue when an interruption came.
❝ well don’t lie to the girl, chris. ❞ chimed Kate
from the doorway. ❝ she’s nephilim, she can handle
the truth. right? ❞ as allison nodded, her father sighed.
she didn’t seem to be mourning like everyone else, despite having donned red ever since her arrival. she’d been the one person allison didn’t feel uncomfortable smiling around during those last three days. she’d been the one that told her she didn’t have to be sad, just because every one else was. she’d always been the one that didn’t treat her like a child, and she loved her for it.
❝ what your dad is so reluctant to say, is that yes,
it could happen to us. there are things out there
that not even this Institute can protect you from. ❞
❝ like downworlders? ❞ interrupted allison. she
heard her father begin to object. before he could, Kate
promptly cut him off.
❝ exactly like downworlders. but do you want to
know a secret? you’ll be better than okay. if you
train hard enough, every day, for as long as it
takes, and make yourself strong enough, nothing
can touch you. because you’ll burn them all before
they get a chance to. hell, with a face like that, you
could burn the whole world down one day. bring
anyone you want to their knees if you train hard
enough, man or woman. downworlder or demon.❞
❝ i could? ❞ she asked.
to which kate smiled and said, ❝ you bet, kiddo. ❞
allison slept easily that night. until the anguished noises of the boy with the sand-colored hair seeped through the thinned walls and into her ears. ‘screw eggshells,’ she thought as she soundlessly slipped from her bed, padded into the adjoining room, and climbed into the bed. when small arms encompassed his small frame, he looked up at her with his sad blue eyes.
and she whispered, ❝ you’ll be better than okay,
Isaac. i promise. ❞
❝ I never told you, but after what happened to Camden, I went there
To your old house. I wasn’t planning to, I was just going for a run. Then I blinked, and I was there. It looked the way I remembered it, except not quite. Like I was looking through a scuffed, dingy lens. Did you know no one had been keeping it up? I guess they were too afraid after what happened. I don’t know why I went in, I just did. I think I wanted to understand you better. I thought maybe it would help me know how to help you. You were so upset, Isaac. You were so furious. I didn’t need to look at you to know that. I still don’t. Going there gave me nightmares every night until we came to New York. Vivid ones. Horrifying ones. Ones that reminded me of you when you first came to live with us. The way you thrashed and screamed your family’s names. Before we left, I slept on the other side of the Institute. I wasn’t mad at you for wanting to leaveI know that’s what you thoughtI didn’t want you to ask why I hadn’t been sleeping well. I didn’t want you to know I’d gone there without your permission. I was afraid you were going to tell me I couldn’t come with you. I’m sorry. I swear on the Angel, I’m sorry, Isaac. ❞ [ x ]