if an apology could sound any more insincere, it’d be borderline offensive. either way, isaac relished in her laughter, delighted to hear the noise despite the constant stream of irritating events surrounding them. his head tilted towards the device in her hands, a cough covering up the threat of a smile. the day mankind invented a shatterproof smartphone would be celebrated indeed ( perhaps he should buy her a nokia for her birthday. )
❛ i like it here. it feels… plus facile. easier. ❜
— a gross understatement, if there ever was one. minus the constant pressure to actively seek out abominations, perfect one’s fighting techniques, and keep a squeaky clean record ( the one rule the duo always seemed to break), new york was a breath of fresh air.
plus the ‘view’ was great.
❛ — though the weather is rather gloomy. ❜
it took two seconds for a disgruntled noise to part allison’s lips, and the irreparable device to hit the floor in a clatter. amid shifting and a dramatic flop onto the bed, her head ended up resting on his stomach, her eyes on the ceiling and hands clasped her abdomen. make no mistake, she was very nearly pouting. their parents calling never failed to elicit the same reaction from her…
— silent fury. eruption. pouting. repeat.
and she missed france. she missed nearly everything about it. new york was too stuffy. too cluttered. too everything. but if she stayed, she knew without a doubt that she’d miss him far more than she could ever miss france. it might have been where she grew up, learned to fight and slay demons. but he was her home. the boy with the sandy hair that loved it here because it wasn’t France and was home to a certain black haired boy she still didn’t like. but he was happy. and for him, she would try.
maybe new york would grow on her. she couldn’t hate it forever, right?
❛ calling the weather gloomy seems generous. ❜>
plenty could be said about the other nephilim that lived in the Institute, but it was easier. they were on their own, with only each other to breathe down their necks about training until exhaustion took over — though admittedly, she never hated that as much as had. at least here they were quite under the watchful eye they had been. and that alone was a relief.
