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

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crystal-mimerator:

frosted-reject:

Hearing the woman come down the hall, Sadie looked up, surprised, then bent her head again, rubbing at her eyes, trying to rid them of the tearful evidence. Adults were the hardest to trust…tricky. “Sorry..” She muttered quietly, sniffling faintly as she wiped her face.

Backing away several steps now that someone else had stepped in, Isaiah readily translates what had been said to the both of them, still nervous.

Are you still hungry?”

Looking back and forth between the two as the woman speaks and Isaiah translates, she nods, absently wiping away what she figures is the last of the tearful evidence. “Yes, ma’am…” She mumbles, feeling a slight prickling embarrassment.

She reaches a hand out to Sadie then, giving Isaiah the chance to follow after when the little girl is ready. “Then we should go eat.”

If you find me to be INTIMIDATING in any way, anonymously send along ☠ with the reasons why.

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Father Son Talk

fivefootannoying:

crystal-mimerator:

"He’s been careful." That’s all the explanation Isaiah gives, turning away in order to head back to the car.

"You’ve been sneaky…" Lewis narrowed his eyes, following after the man. Soon they were inside the car and on the way home.

"Y’know they have those e-cigarettes now?" Lewis chirped. "They light up blue and don’t make you die." He put extra emphasis on that last word.

"He prefers careful."

Most of his attention is on the road, brushing off and not responding to Lewis’s suggestion. Before they had even left the cigarette had been crushed, left behind in one of the street-side trash cans.

Father Son Talk

fivefootannoying:

crystal-mimerator:

That just earns Lewis a Look rather than a verbal answer.

"I haven’t seen you with one of those in months." Lewis pouted, walking over.

"He’s been careful." That’s all the explanation Isaiah gives, turning away in order to head back to the car.

Father Son Talk

fivefootannoying:

crystal-mimerator:

By the time Lewis arrives, most of the crowd of students had left already, Isaiah having kept to himself. Hearing Lewis’ voice, he finally looks up, partially-finished cigarette in hand and trailing smoke.

Lewis’s face dropped. “Bad dad; drop it! Drop iiiit…

That just earns Lewis a Look rather than a verbal answer.

A Blast From The Past

youcanttrapjustice:

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youcanttrapjustice:

I guess I’ll just have to ask your girlfriend then. [Her voice is dripping with sweetness, but there is no hint of threat there. Mostly she’s just trying to rile him up, not bother a presumably innocent woman while rude questions.]

Tense, he gives her a look of annoyance. “His wife.” The correction is automatic by now.

Wife? [That explains so much.] I get it, you’re whipped. That’s why you retired.

"Hardly." That same annoyance in his voice, he doesn’t bother explaining, doesn’t want to.

Father Son Talk

fivefootannoying:

Lewis got out of school a little late. He’d been discussing his homework and AP classes with one of his teachers, and the guy had kept him there for ages! At least he wasn’t being held behind because he was in trouble anymore…

"Dad!" Lewis grinned, trotting over to the older man. He’d gotten used to walking home or getting the bus, so being picked up every now and then was nice.

By the time Lewis arrives, most of the crowd of students had left already, Isaiah having kept to himself. Hearing Lewis’ voice, he finally looks up, partially-finished cigarette in hand and trailing smoke.