He is Isaiah. Who are you?

((Independent Megamind RP blog, former Doom Syndicate member. Willing to RP with anyone, but I can't promise this guy'll be pleasant. Actually I can pretty much promise he's going to be rude/standoff-ish, as that seems to be his default reaction to new people.

Current situation: Getting his life put back together and in the process of legally adopting his son.

Current Magic Anon: None.

Please note that this blog is NSFW, with themes of abuse (past-related) and MI present.))

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AU - Earth and Snow

frosted-reject:

crystal-mimerator:

Shoulders tense when Sadie tugs on his shirt, he actually looks surprised, not having expected her to grab on like that. “You don’t?”

Not realizing the misunderstanding, he’s not doing much to fix it.

Her head shook gently, she wasn’t meeting his eyes, but walking close, not having noticed the look of surprise as she glanced at another room they passed. “They didn’t want me anymore…” 

She hadn’t said it out loud till now and she brought up a hand to rub at the sudden tears that welled in her eyes as her expression crumpled a bit before she could hide it.

He stops immediately then, turning just enough to be able to see her.

"Why not… ?" The way she’d phrased that, with everything else, sounded familiar.

Rather than give in to that line of thought he immediately pushes it away.

Resolution

jess-at-your-service:

It looked like he was afraid of her… and honestly, she couldn’t blame him. It wasn’t the first time she had one of these episodes in which her mind seemed completelly disconnected from her body, but she always had been able to conceal it, since there were moments when she wasn’t alone - or she was indeed alone, but caught between four walls. 

Jess sat on the bench, folding her hands on her lap. Being honest sounded the best option right now.

"You know… I used to be terrified of you. I used to have nightmares thinking that you’d come and take my mother away from me again. It got worse when I lost Lewis… Because he loved you more than he loved me. And that hurt. I felt replaced, empty, worthless. I cried for months. And I hated you so much, thinking that you were out to destroy all the things I cared about… It’s scary when I think how much that fear was blinding me…"

Looking straight into his eyes, she hugged herself, in an attempt to gather bravery to continue. “And then my father died… I was trying to be strong for my mother, because I felt that no one could protect her but me. And one day we went to the cemetery, after the funeral… And you had done those things to the letters of his name… And Mom had found a crystal flower there as well… Mom started to say that perhaps you had changed. That perhaps you were a good person. But I refused to believe it… Until now. “

She looked down, feeling the tears invading her eyes again. “I’m just… so sorry… That I misjudged you for so long… Now things are too broken to be fixed… But I wanted to say… that I’m sorry… I’m really sorry…” she apologized with a shattered voice, her small body shaking due to the confession she had made, and the tears she couldn’t avoid. But Jess still had strength enough for a last question.

"Could you… forgive me…?"

He’s quiet still, listening to what she’s saying but not answering. When Jess turns around, his eyes widen, again looking away, uncomfortable with that as well.

More so with the way she was talking.

Then, finally. “For… ?”

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tags: #asks #ooc
"Could you repeat the question?"

thatblueglow:

crystal-mimerator:

thatblueglow:

thatblueglow:

"What I said was, you wouldn’t happen to know what herbs would go good with…" she stopped staring warily at the shelves of spices just long enough to glance down at the wrapped package of food in her hands, "uh, Tilapia. Would you? I’m a bit out of my depth here."

She follows along attentively, grabbing up a few more spices as he points them out. She hopes she’ll remember enough of this by the time she gets home that the meal won’t be a total disaster.

"Ahh, thank you so much," she says eventually. After a pause and a laugh she adds, "You’re totally my hero right now."

At ‘hero’ he has to try and keep from grimacing, shaking his head. “He wouldn’t call it that.” Not hardly; this hadn’t had anything to do with what he’d seen some of the supposed ‘heros’ do, just offering what he knew.

She shrugs it off. “Well, either way. Thank you.” She does some fumbling with the spices and the fish - she hadn’t thought to get a cart or a basket - and offers her newly free hand to shake. “I really appreciate the help. Name’s Sabrina, by the way.”

Declining the offered hand with another shake of the head, he keeps his own to himself. “You’re welcome.”

Then a pause, voice quiet. “Isaiah.”

If my character was wearing a warning label, what would it say?
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tags: #meme
A Blast From The Past

youcanttrapjustice:

crystal-mimerator:

youcanttrapjustice:

[Lifting a brow at him, she’s not surprised by the lack of answer, but she’s still confused by the scent on him.] Seriously, though do you make your girlfriend wear something feathery to bed all the time? I mean, a couple is allowed their kinks, but I would think that that would be a good way to get down where it doesn’t belong.

"You couldn’t be more mistaken if you tried." He hasn’t yet bothered to get rid of the glow around his hands, rather letting it grow brighter by that point instead.

Oh? Then please correct me then. Unless you’d prefer to just stand there looking like an angry lamp. [Actually, he’d make a very ugly lamp. Maybe if he put a crystal lampshade over his head…]

Grimacing, the glow fades, finally disappears. “That information isn’t his to share.”

Resolution

jess-at-your-service:

Probably her tears were confusing him, but those were tears of gratitude. Even if for a moment she felt like her existence didn’t matter, this man had saved her. Just for a moment, he had ignored that they were in a public place, he had ignored the past of their families, and her made her a top priority - to save her life. 

Sometimes, just a small gesture was enough to change everything. 

She wiped her tears away the best she could and hugged herself. Should she insist? Did he ever heard her words? Maybe he couldn’t hear her well, with all the noise of the street all around them. Better to make sure of it.

The girl walked slowly toward him, holding her hands before her chest. Jess wasn’t sure if she should explain herself or not, all her feelings were too cloudy. Jess was aware that she had problems to work through, plenty of unresolved issues in her mind. But this seemed a good day to take the first steps in the right direction toward the process of healing the wounds of the past.

"Thank you… for saving me…" she said quietly, before pointing to the bench. "Can I sit… and talk with you? There are things that I need to tell you… It will be just a moment."

Hearing her footsteps behind him, he deliberately looks away, still uncertain and not ready to speak up yet.

He almost reaches for the pack of cigarettes he carried with him as well, hesitating just before some of the tension in his shoulders eases away, resignation replacing it.

Rather than say anything yet, he gives a shallow nod instead, moving a step away instead of going to the bench.

REBLOG | Posted 4 hours ago With 14 notes
tags: #Resolution
"Could you repeat the question?"

thatblueglow:

crystal-mimerator:

thatblueglow:

"What I said was, you wouldn’t happen to know what herbs would go good with…" she stopped staring warily at the shelves of spices just long enough to glance down at the wrapped package of food in her hands, "uh, Tilapia. Would you? I’m a bit out of my depth here."

"It is." That much he can confirm, part of his attention still on her.

He nods then, trying to do his best for now while thinking through what he does know, pointing out several more jars that would be helpful and explaining just why.

She follows along attentively, grabbing up a few more spices as he points them out. She hopes she’ll remember enough of this by the time she gets home that the meal won’t be a total disaster.

"Ahh, thank you so much," she says eventually. After a pause and a laugh she adds, "You’re totally my hero right now."

At ‘hero’ he has to try and keep from grimacing, shaking his head. “He wouldn’t call it that.” Not hardly; this hadn’t had anything to do with what he’d seen some of the supposed ‘heros’ do, just offering what he knew.

Resolution

jess-at-your-service:

She nearly tripped when the crystals held her to the street, but that was enoughto snap her back to reality. She saw the car passing before her eyes all of the sudden, and a shudder ran down her spine. She had been really close to death without being aware of it… What was what had stopped her…?

Looking around, she didn’t see any of her friends close. Anything which had saved her life, it had come from the ground…

Crystals…? It couldn’t be. She knelt to examine them even closer, her hands shaking. Her eyes weren’t lying to her. Crystals. Only one man could do this.

Turning slightly to face him, Jess couldn’t help but cry. Tears rolled down her rosy cheeks. Her father’s grave. Now this. Why did he do this? Was he truly trying to make up for all the harm he had caused to her family, without any ulterior motives? 

Maybe her mother was right after all…

Maybe he wasn’t a bad man at heart.

His son was another story, she could blame his mother’s genes. But this man… He had saved her.

"T-thank you… You… you s-saved me…" she whispered with a broken voice. Jess tried to wipe her tears, knowing that she should call her mother to come and pick her up, but right now she didn’t want to talk with anyone else except him. They needed some closure, from heart to heart.

By the time she’d turned back to face him, the crystal structures keeping Jess in place were gone. Leaving evidence that he was still in the city more than he already had was dangerous; he knew that full well.

Catching the last part of that whisper, the sound of her crying, he’s tense, still not turning to face her. Would not acknowledging what had happened help? He didn’t know, didn’t even know if trying was the right choice to make but doing it anyway.

Despite that, his posture shifts, something a little more defensive, less open than before.

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tags: #Resolution

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