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and i see colors in a different way, @ISAIAH KNIGHT
PERMALINK // POSTED ON: Feb 15 2016, 05:59 PM
Initially, Kira Yukimura hadn’t wanted to leave New York. She loved the city, loved the hustle and bustle, and like so many teenagers taking the first major leap of freedom in their young lives, hadn’t wanted to abandon her friends. However, a rejection from NYU and Fordham apiece meant going somewhere else—there wasn’t anywhere else within city limits she had any fondness for, and nowhere else said friends were going in the big, old town she loved.
Plus, Mom and Dad had ratcheted up their parental hovering to 11. They knew good and well their daughter had no particular aspirations one way or another—Kira changed weekly what she wanted to do with her life—and that she was, at her root, a little rebellious to the presence of any outside suggestion. You would think this would mean they would figure out how to take a step back, but no, in true tiger-parenting fashion, they were now asking her every other day about anything she had ever shown the slightest inclination or interest towards. They had turned the pressure on her, and she had hated it.
She knew they meant well, but when it came time to finally pick where to go, a lot of the cons to leaving New York in the first place just sort of… fell away. Suddenly it seemed very feasible and hell, desirable, to move halfway across the country just to go to school. So she downloaded a list of schools she could still apply to, cut them up, and started pulling the names out of a hat.
Constance Billard University won. First of all, they had accepted her. Second of all, they were in a town notorious for its nightlife, curiosities, and festivals—which sounded like the next best thing to the hubbub she was used to. And third of all? It was really, really far away from home. She could hop onto a direct flight back and forth between the two cities, but there would be no spontaneous day trips from the parental units, no “driving home for the weekend”. She would have to make it or break it; but with a streak of independence a mile wide, she was utterly convinced she could handle it.
She never, ever expected her dad to just change jobs to follow her there.
To be fair, having them so close meant she could still technically live at home, and that saved her a lot of money. It also meant cooked meals and free laundry, and a car she could use when she wanted. It meant she could get a job for fun and “screw it” money, instead of having to pay out of pocket for an apartment, or utilities, or groceries.
On the other hand, having them so close meant they still were, well, parenting.
That’s why she tended not to tell them of what she was up to or why. There was a lot of “vague-ing” when asked if she was headed to school for studying, or a career fair, or some sort of extra-curricular. Truth be told, half the time she was saying she was on campus when she wasn’t, because then she could explore New Orleans without having to listen to Mom and Dad talk about her future. Or going to get-togethers, or hell, even on a date then and again.
Kira was about as socially graceful as a pineapple. Yet, somehow, she had managed to see a fellow not once, not twice, but quite a few times now for coffee. His name was Isaiah, and she was fairly certain if she ever even suggested the idea of his existence to her mother, she would flip out. He was out of college, or too old for it, she knew that. She also knew his job was busking on the NOLA streets, and he actually made pretty decent money because of it. He had long hair, and a sort of subdued playfulness that definitely lend itself to the idea he might enjoy recreational drugs time and again.
Like she said. Flip out.
Kira liked him. He made her laugh, and he was a gentleman, and they could have a respectable conversation just as easily as they could chatter on about something completely nonsensical. He was full of theories and talk about how they fit into the universe—which Kira enjoyed, because half the time she felt like the one piece that had gotten mixed into the wrong puzzle, and now didn’t fit anywhere. He had a way of making the world seem purposefully, even when it was downright anarchic.
And he was cute. Hella cute.
Today, they had decided on a nighttime hike, which had taken even more the usual wrangling than usual from her parents. Eventually they caved to the “headed to a bonfire” excuse, which was actually probably the closest to the truth she could get—except the whole “lack of fire” issue. It didn’t matter. She was able to toss a jacket and a flashlight into a bag without raising eyebrows, and as soon as the sun began to set, trudged out the door with promises to call and let them know where she ended up if she decided to stay over somewhere else. It was an unusual break from their preferences, honestly, but she was pretty sure they were just happy she was actually doing something with someone else. It had seemed a little touch-and-go on the whole friendship front for a while there.
They met at the beginning of the trail. Kira was tying up her hair when Isaiah walked up; she glanced up in the course of the deft motions to notice that cloud cover had moved in, but didn’t think much of it. NOLA weather was temperamental, and since it was already pretty dark, it wasn’t immediately clear how dense it had gotten up above.
cause i'm a little unsteady
PERMALINK // POSTED ON: Jun 9 2016, 12:34 PM
New Orleans was a wonderful, vibrant city. It was full of light and life and music. It was alive, thriving, but there was no denying the pull of the wild outside it's reaches. There was peace, out here, a serenity and openness that the close confines of a bustling metropolitan could never provide. It was energizing, revitalizing...it was the difference between being a part of the universe and feeling one with it.
Which was why he was here, and why soon he wouldn't be alone. His steps were soft, near silent, as he made his way to the path, his guitar in its case across his back and his usual sunglasses left at home. A night hike might not have been most people's idea of a safe or good time, but communing with nature was a bit more complicated for the UV impaired. Besides...stars made for a better view than empty sky, and Kira deserved all the beauty he could offer.
She was so...her. She was vibrant just like the city; strong and independent, but just lost enough to remind him of himself all those years ago. Wanting so much, and yet, not knowing how to get it...dying to break free and really live. He wanted to give her the world without the danger he had unwittingly stumbled into. Not that she knew what he was yet, or at least, he didn't think she did. Nor did he truly know what she was either. She like Claire, didn't smell human, but the scent was different.
She was safe too, but clearly not the same.
A lazy smile slipped onto Isaiah's face at her greeting, his pale eyes all but gleaming in the darkness. “Hey. Glad you could make it.” His eyes scanning the sky for a moment, “We might not get to see a lotta stars...but I'm sure I can find something else breathtaking to admire.” His gaze did a slow sweep of Kira's body, sliding up to her face with intent before a single, slightly exaggerated wink ended the moment. The smile that followed was sincere and joyous, as playful as the arm he gently swung around the young woman's shoulder, guiding her to turn around.
Without jostling her, he grabbed Kira's bag from the ground, carrying it loosely in his free hand as they started to walk up the path. In truth, he didn't know what they were to each other yet, if anything, but she was kind. She listened to him, and knew how to make him smile. She was a little piece of home—another transplant from New York, fresh to the city and still learning the ropes—it was easy to feel real with her, to feel solid and present and whole instead of like a million disjointed particles floating with the will of the universe.
Neither of them were human...but together, it kind of felt like they were.
PERMALINK // POSTED ON: Oct 23 2016, 11:16 PM
Seeing Isaiah walking towards her made Kira's stomach swoop in a way she definitely, one hundred percent, no-doubt-about-it liked. It felt a lot like the thrill you get just as a roller-coaster rolls over the top of that first big hill, or the first time you successfully back-flip (not... that she had ever done that, but she could at least say she knew how to do a cartwheel and not be a liar). It was a good feeling—full of the possibility of good things to come, adventure, and the unbridled abandon of giving yourself over to the unexpected. For someone who had had most of their life planned out from the get-go—despite all of her very extensive efforts to the contrary—it was downright exhilarating. Freeing. She might logically put it down to getting to date someone, period, except there had been quite a few half-hearted attempts at dating in high school. None of them had ever made her feel quite like this.
She grinned at the approaching man in spite of herself, not because she didn't want to smile, but because she often struggled to maintain a slightly less-than-level-11-type of enthusiastic demeanor. The status quo for her usually scared people off, so she made an effort to try and appear otherwise until they got to know her. This was also something at which she usually failed. But Isaiah didn't seem to mind.
At his comment, Kira glanced up at the blue-black sky, squinting and surveying it as carefully as anyone can without a telescope. At night. In a forest. After a moment, she pointed excitedly at some miscellaneous dot in the sky. "We might see a few... wait! There's one—oh, never mind, I think that might be an airplane..." It was a good thing it was dark, because when she caught her hiking partner looking her over, her face reddened brilliantly, and she wished she hadn't tied her hair back so she could have hidden behind it. Again, that thrill; she took a deep breath just in time to be ensconced in one of Isaiah's arms, and that set the tingles going all over again.
She had no problem leaning into him. No problem whatsoever. He was firm and solid, and though not particularly warm, the energy he exuded was reassuring and safe. It was like leaning into a solid oak tree, or against an old brick building—you just knew it wasn't going to fall down on you no matter what. You can rely on someone like that; someone who could stay strong even when time turns on.
"Yeah, well... same goes for me, too... it's a really... really good view..." Smoothness level? Like a three. Still, she hoped that the fact she hadn't run screaming from his arms was enough for him to realize she really, really liked him, too, inside and outside combined. That said, since the only direction for Kira's social ineptitude to go was down once it got going, she followed up this commentary with a burst of chatter that contained only one thing of significance: a fairly useless fact that was completely unrelated to the conversation at hand. "Did you know 'bayou' is a French name for slow-moving river? So, basically, we're walking on a really slow river… like, glacially slow…if you think about it. "
Above them, the sky lit up briefly with a flash of lightning, followed by the faint sound of thunder off in the distance. However, since Kira was preoccupied with walking alongside Isaiah without stepping on his feet or hip-checking him, and keeping that level of distance she liked—that is to say, very little of it—she didn't notice. Without any rain yet falling, it was just background noise for their walk underneath the (non-existent) stars.
cause i'm a little unsteady
PERMALINK // POSTED ON: Nov 5 2016, 12:30 PM
He could see Kira’s blush even in the dark--one of the benefits of having fantastic night vision--but it, like her infectious grin only made him like her even more. She was sweet, naive in a way he tried not to forget being once himself, full of life and a love of life that made him smile just being in her presence. She was warm against his side, her heart beating almost double time, and Isaiah couldn’t deny the thrill that ran through him. The time he had spent with Claire was sexually charged, to be sure, but this was something else.
Butterflies, it felt like butterflies in his chest.
She trusted him, that much was clear, and that alone was exhilarating. He’d done so many terrible things because of hunger, because of a lack of control, that it almost felt wrong to let her...but things were different now. Here. New Orleans was a fresh start and already so much more promising than New York had been in a long, long time. Isaiah smirked at her reply, tipping his head forward slightly in thanks. Honestly, her awkwardness was adorable, it was different. Honest. Confidence was an amazing thing to have, and she deserved to have it in spades, but knowing she wasn’t trying to keep up a front to impress him was nice.
“Really? Huh...I never really wondered, but I guess it makes sense.” He shrugged slightly, careful not to jostle her with the movement, “A bayou was just a bayou...but that’s cool.” He smiled widely after a moment, shaking her just a little, “Look at us, walkin’ on water!” If he were the traditionally religious sort, talk like that might have been blasphemy...but when nature’s your church and the universe your almighty, traditional doctrine didn’t have much place. His parents, though, wherever or whatever their souls were now, were probably shaking their incorporeal heads.
Lightning lit up the sky somewhere above them, creating the slightest bit of ozone in the air. The wind had picked up ever so slightly, but unless it started pouring buckets or the animals in the surrounding area went silent, it wasn’t anything to worry about. The trees would protect them if they needed shelter, and the likelihood of lightning actually striking the ground at this point was pretty damn low. Not that Isaiah was a weather expert by any means, but he did spend a lot of time outside...and it’d be a shame to cut their hike short just on the off chance that the current not very threatening clouds were going to turn into the storm of the century. “Do you speak French, or did you just pick that up somewhere?” He asked after a moment, enjoying the fresh scent of rain on the air with every breath.
They still had time, definitely, it’d be fine.
PERMALINK // POSTED ON: Jan 3 2017, 12:26 AM
Kira wasn’t, by any stretch of the imagination (or at least her own), anything special. She didn’t finish half the books she started, and she spilled cereal on her lap at least three times a week. She hadn’t ever won a spelling bee or played soccer or basketball or danced with any great degree of skill. Her grades were middling to decent at best, and she once ran into a mailbox after dropping an 99 cent ice cream cone in her lap. According to Kira’s point of view, she was the mediocre cheese in an above-average world-sandwich.
So why did she feel like the center of the universe around Isaiah, this virtual stranger?
Maybe it was because he seemed wise, despite having a face not much older than her own. His eyes told stories his mouth didn’t share, and she wanted to understand them. Or maybe it was because when he laughed, you automatically knew there was no way he could be laughing at you—someone who laughed like, all cheerful abandon, that wasn’t doing it at the expense of others.
It didn’t matter, she had decided a coffee or two ago. What with friends a rarity in this new town, at first she was just happy to be around someone who didn’t make her feel like a burden or a stranger. But then, of course, all it took was one trip and fall (metaphorical) and one long, long night spent up talking (literal) and boom! Insta-Kira-Crush.
The laugh she let out was a quick, high-pitched giggle that she immediately reigned in—not because she was embarrassed by her own laugh (though she was a little), but because her thoughts had quickly flitted elsewhere.
“We’d make a weird Jesus and Peter. I think he was the one that started sinking in the water; I took World Religions last semester and that sounds about right… my mom’s Shinto and my dad’s Buddhist, so I don’t know Christianity that well…” Hands flew up to their owner’s mouth, even as she leaned deeper into Isaiah’s embrace—she was wont to ramble, but hey, at least time you caught yourself, right, Kira? It didn’t even dawn on her she was pressing closer while they meandered, though the cooling air licked at her arms and rose goosebumps where her skin was exposed. “I was about to tell you about weird Christmas traditions in Japan, because that makes sense. I don’t even know why you’d want to know that.”
Isaiah didn’t seem to mind the college student’s segues and tangents, but she did try to make an effort to keep things semi-comprehensible nonetheless. At least right now. They were still in that gray place between together and not-together where the boat was easily upset, and Kira was absolutely terrible at navigating the open waters of a budding relationship, mostly because she had no idea where she was going. She was still a little beset with the idea that a person needs to cultivate themselves for the sake of those they seek, when in reality, the “right” person who might permanently ending up wanting to share space and air and bodies with her was going to like her for her. Give her a little time. She’d grow out of it.
“No, I don’t. I mean, sort of yes, sort of no? I took it for part of the year in high school… once they figured out I already knew Japanese and decided that didn’t count as a language credit. But I learned about the word ‘bayou’ from this guy that sells ice cream on campus. He knocks ten cents off the price if you can answer a trivia question, and that was the question the guy buying popsicles before me had.”
She shrugged a little then, ears finally picking up the sound of far-off rainfall. It was still dry where they walked, so she blew it off, because she was a city kid born and raised; because she knew next to nothing about storm safety; because Isaiah wasn’t panicking, so neither would she.
Looking up at the much-taller man, Kira let out a second giggle at the sight of her own hair tickling his cheek. She didn’t process why it’d be weird that her hair had become so charged with static in the air that it was floating like a halo around her head, but she did find the metallic taste filling her mouth and nose a bit off-putting. But caught up in the moment as she was, she instead reached up to touch Isaiah’s face without asking—to brush away her hair that clung to his jaw looking like the world’s worst beard.
Once they were lifted in the air, her palms grew hot and translucent. She could see her bones, her tendons, her veins; the red-white glow of a child shining a flashlight through their fingertips. The color came and went, a deep smolder, and for a heartbeat, she did nothing but stare at them.
It wasn’t in English, that command. If anything, she’d later hazard it was the voice of her mother telling her to move, but that was downright silly. Living mothers don’t shout in their native tongues to daughters miles and miles away. It was just her, just her mind, just some instinct, warning her that if she stuck around next to Isaiah, she’d regret it. Not because of what it could do to her, but what it could do to him.
So she ran. She ran for it, and as her feet pushed off the spongey ground of their “slow-moving river” to put some mileage between her and this-man-whom-she-was-crushing-on-and-maybe-something-more, she could feel it inside of her, fighting its way in through her fingertips, and the soles of her feet. Light, white, bright… energizing… but not painful. Like somehow she’d managed to snag the right to defy the laws of physics and hold the sun in the palm of her hand.
cause i'm a little unsteady
PERMALINK // POSTED ON: Jan 22 2017, 03:13 PM
Isaiah honestly didn’t mind Kira’s rambling, no matter how much she thought he might. It was energetic and full of life, a thirst for knowledge and the need to share it. And man was she adorable when she was going at it. As she covered her mouth, his fingers gently brushed hers, “Because it’s interesting.” A gentle shrug and a smile, “I’ve never been to Japan and my parents were very...uh traditional? I guess.” After a moment of silence, the man winked, “Surprising I know. Back before I was a bohemian busker I was just your average teenage rebel.”
Granted, his rebellion was peaceful protest, free love, and pacifism in the face of war...but still. His father had wanted someone to work the farm, not “laze the day away” “watching clouds and plucking nonsense on that gosh darn guitar”. His lifestyle had, in a sense, gotten him killed. And yet...it’d also brought him a new life, allowed him to be here in this day and age, visually unaged since that fateful barn at Woodstock.It was a double edged sword, one that Isaiah still hadn’t totally come to terms with. He loved life. He loved what he got to see and do and be in the future...but he’d caused a lot of pain to make it this far. He’d broken his own oaths, he’d killed and maimed, and...that wasn’t what he believed in.
Her giggle, as short-lived as it was pulled the vampire from his brief but melancholic musings. Now wasn’t the time for that, not when someone as vibrant as Kira was at his side, her hand against his cheek. Even if it did smell too much like ozone...so much so that it really, really wasn’t normal. Izzy’s eyes grew wide as Kira’s hands began to glow. His skin prickled and the buzzing seemed to settle into his bones. He’d never felt anything like it; like heat lightning was about to bloom right where they stood. He wanted to move her, pull her away...but how could he pull someone away from something inside themselves?
Kira was gone between one breath and the next, bolting forward and away from him as sparks seemed to both come from and go toward her. Fear and awe kept him frozen, kept his voice stuck in his throat until it was too late. The “Kira!”that left the busker was drowned out by a resounding crack of thunder, two faltered steps bringing him closer before electricity bright enough to blind him connected. Even his speed wasn’t quick enough to stop it—nothing could compare to the power of nature in moments like these—and then she just stood there.
Which really, probably wasn’t normal.
PERMALINK // POSTED ON: Feb 6 2017, 11:42 AM
Usually when Kira got on one of her talk-trains to Absolutely Nowheresville, people started grimacing. Or shuffling their feet awkwardly, eyes averted. Or making excuses to leave, sometimes even before she finished her sentences. She knew how to have a decent conversation with a reasonable back and forth just fine. But get her hooked on a concept? She'd just run away with it. It didn't matter if that was a concept her conversational partner had suggested or if it was something she brought forth out of the depths of her mind like someone bobbing for apples blind, but if she was excited about it, then she was damn excited about it. And everyone around her was going to know that, whether they liked it or not.
But Isaiah… maybe he hadn't gotten bored of her yet. Or maybe he thought she'd calm down as she grew less nervous around him. Maybe maybe maybe. But when his hand touched hers, and he smiled at her, it wasn't with derision or malice. He genuinely seemed to enjoy this quirk of hers, or at least why she was like that in the first place. There was no "where is the off switch to this thing?" joke, or look of annoyance. The guy just smiled. It didn't seem like there was a whole lot that could ruffle this man's feathers. It was nice. To be in the presence of someone that peaceful and uncomplicated.
"Well, modern Japan, at least—I mean, obviously they probably didn't have fried chicken way back then, or maybe they did, but they weren't selling it or anything… who even invited fried chicken? Anyway, modern Japan, on Christmas, gets KFC delivered. It's such a big thing that they literally place their order months ahead of time, and usually, at least in the cities, it's delivered by a guy wearing a Santa outfit. They love Christmas. It has nothing to do with any of their major religions, but they love, love, love it. That, and baseball."
Kira's hands fell in time for her to smile right back at Isaiah. "You don't seem like the rebel type. But maybe that's cause I sort of have this notion that rebels looks like punks, and it really does apply to way more than that, doesn't it?" Pause. "What was your childhood like? If you don't mind me asking."
Even Kira, as distractible as she was, couldn't miss the way Isaiah seemed to pull into himself. Hell, you could almost hear the wall snick into place as it blocked some part of him off that he wasn't ready to share. But it wasn't about the childhood stories. No, it was something else he was thinking about. Kira didn't think she had a right just yet to ask him what it was, not when they were still learning about each other, and still trying to decide if this was something they wanted to pursue. But she wondered. People keep nuggets of themselves hidden everywhere, sometimes not even consciously. To assume Isaiah was flawlessly good was wrong, because no one was flawless, no matter how much they claimed to be. And Kira knew a thing or two about flaws.
Of course, after what just went down? The lightning strike that didn’t hit like a lightning strike should? Well, it’s not like this was a flaw she had been previously aware of! Still, Kira was pretty darn surprised Isaiah was still standing there and not halfway across the world after this little fireworks show. He’d be justified. Hell, she wanted to run halfway across the world—because she had no idea what happened and it scared the hell out of her.
When the bolt hit, she thought for sure it would hurt. Hell, she could see it coming, a spear of light headed straight for her chest. She raised her hands—like that was gonna stop it! Oh, no, Mr. Lightning, please don't hit me! I just found a guy I actually really like; I don’t want to die today! But it didn't hurt. And it didn't hit. And she didn’t die. As least, she didn’t think she had.
In her hands she held the cool, space-sharpened light of small stars, because that’s where the electricity had been drawn to. Her palms were lightning rods, and her body ate up the energy without so much as a tickle. Shouldn't this hurt? Shouldn't she feel something? Maybe she was already dead. Maybe this was how Kira Yukimura went out of the world, before she could even figure out what the hell her major was going to be. Or get a real job. She hadn't even lost her virginity yet! Excuse me, fate, but there's still a lot I want to do, okay?
The light faded. For a moment, she stared at her hands. Perfectly normal palms. Perfectly normal limbs. Perfectly normal Kira.
You just got struck by lightning. THIS IS NOT PERFECTLY NORMAL
The college student lifted her gaze from her self-examination, and saw that Isaiah was still standing there, clearly as confused as she was. If he was hoping for her to explain, then he was struck out of luck. What she did not realize was that those eyes? The eyes she looked at Isaiah imploring with? Usually so dark as to seem black? Those eyes were swirling with a vibrant light the color of honey—like a galaxy trillions of miles away had come to rest within her, and moved ever more rapidly into atrophy… if atrophy could make the stars somehow shine brighter.
cause i'm a little unsteady
PERMALINK // POSTED ON: Feb 8 2017, 08:28 PM
After decades spent in the weird world, Isaiah was pretty sure he’d seen everything. Clearly, he was mistaken. All thoughts of Japan, chicken, baseball, and just about everything else were the furthest thing from Isaiah’s mind after Kira’s spectacular light show. She should have been dead, or at the very least unconscious and burned. But she wasn’t. She was fine. Completely and utterly fine. She looked just as she had before, that is, except for her eyes. They were beautiful and awesome, seeming to swirl like galaxies with the power she had just absorbed.
Izzy closed the distance between them before too long, his eyes just as wide as when the lightning had struck. “You’re okay?” He asked when there was barely a foot between them, pale fingers reaching out to ghost against her cheek. A small part of him expected to get burned, shocked, damaged in some way...but nothing happened. Her skin felt just as it had before; soft and warm. It didn't seem possible, but clearly it was. Nature, in all its glory, had left Kira completely unharmed.
“Have you...has that ever happened before?” The vampire’s words were soft, breathed out barely above a whisper as his hand cupped her cheek. If it had, he couldn’t and definitely wouldn’t blame her for not giving him a heads up. He hadn’t been all that forthcoming either with what he was and what he could do, after all. Isaiah jumped as thunder cracked above them once more, breaking the moment and oh so very obviously reminding him that another strike could be seconds away. “We should find shelter...I’m sorry.” He paused, his lips quirking slightly even as worry creased his face, “This really isn’t what I had in mind for tonight.”
Twining her hand with his, Isaiah started moving them towards the last building he remembered seeing. There was a rest stop ten minutes back down the trail—small but protected from the elements—it wasn’t much, but it would do. It would take longer to get there than he liked, and they’d surely be soaked before long...but as long as lightning didn’t strike again, they should be fine.
Lightning never struck the same place twice...right?
PERMALINK // POSTED ON: Mar 19 2017, 11:33 PM
For a moment, it took all Kira had to keep standing. Not because she was hurt, or exhausted, or damaged by what happened, but because... well… how does anyone handle something like this? The world had suddenly flipped from black to white, and the new-found imagery was way, way too bright. Her mind raced, trying six and a dozen different rationalizes for what had just happened: something, anything that didn't whisper of things she didn't understand, or the idea that the world was not as simply limited as she had, just minutes before, assumed.
Was it pure chance? Did electricity flip a coin or roll a die on effectiveness and totally lose? Did the laws of nature occasionally take a vacation to the Caribbean, and told Lady Luck to take care of it? Or maybe it was an aspect of science she didn't quite understand. She knew having rubber soled shoes could help protect someone from electrocution, but she couldn't say, for the life of her, what exactly her tennis shoes were made of.
Beside, beneath the surprise and confusion, she almost felt... full. Full-full. As though every little bit of extra space between each individual atom had been suddenly taken up by the surplus energy. She wanted to run a few laps (which was saying a lot; she hated to even jog) or climb a tree, or… something. Amber-bright eyes turned on Isaiah again, and if the light in them was new to him, the look she cast over him was, too.
She took a deep breath. Blinked hard. Pressed palms to face—half expecting to shock herself—and when they fell away, her eyes were dark again.
Isaiah's hand was on her cheek. Her own lifted briefly, because she liked the touch, and wanted it to stay, because she was scared at hell, and he was an island of calm in the storm, but it never finished the trip. Both clenched fists stuffed into the pockets of her jeans. A head-shake quickly turned into a nod, not because she was lying about how she was, but because she was answering Isaiah's second question before she answered the first.
"No, yeah, I'm okay, I'm…no, that's never happened before. I don't even know..." She trailed off, lips parted ever so slightly, and finally seemed to fully snap back to the present and the current situation. A normally smooth forehead wrinkled; eyes narrowed, though not malevolently. Her tone was questioning when she spoke again. "Wait... why aren't you freaking out?"
Hell, why wasn't she freaking out?
Oh, wait. Her heart was pounding. Her palms were sweaty. She was breathing fast, and her knees kept shaking. If you held her to your ear, you'd probably hear her nerves rattling around like dried beans in a tin can. Never mind. She was totally freaking out.
Kira clenched Isaiah's hand tightly when he reached out, though hardly aware of just how intense her grip was. If he didn't say anything, she'd never know; her mind was a million miles away, and her gaze kept flitting nervously to the sky, like the lightning might somehow return or something. The weather wasn't sentient. It couldn't hunt her down. But with her thoughts in a jumble, she wasn't even sure she couldn't, maybe, possibly, summon it. No way, right? Shit like that wasn't possible. Right? Right?
cause i'm a little unsteady
PERMALINK // POSTED ON: May 1 2017, 08:37 PM
Even if Isaiah had been blind, Kira’s distress would have been obvious. He could hear it in her voice and rabbit quick heart-beat, feel it in her tight grip on his hand, smell her anxiety, and practically taste her fear every time he opened his mouth. If he hadn’t been so focused on getting them both to safety, it would have been easy to be overwhelmed by the sheer amount of emotion his companion was giving off; what he wouldn’t give to get them inside and out of the storm immediately. With a soft shrug, he quickly but carefully picked his way through the trees, making sure his own feet were on solid ground, just in case she slipped on the rapidly destabilizing ground.
“It’s kind of complicated.” He finally replied, voice soft but not so soft as to be carried away by the storm. They were probably more soaked than dry by this point, which certainly wasn’t good for Kira, even if his own body couldn’t have cared less. “I’ve seen a lot of fantastic and bizarre things in my life...and I’m not exactly run of the mill either.” Explaining anything more with the wind howling in their ears would have been impossible, and so, Izzie focused on getting them back to the rest stop. When it came in to view, the vampire smiled broadly, hustling Kira inside and out of the elements. “Do you have anything dry inside your bag? I dunno how long this storm is going to last and this place isn’t exactly warm.”
The vampire set her bag on a nearby table before setting his guitar case on the ground and shucking his soaked jacket. His t-shirt beneath was just as wet, sticking to his skin and highlighting just how thin the man was. Of course, he had gained a little more meat on his bones since coming to New Orleans, but there was no denying that he was still just a bit too thin for his frame. Isaiah shook his head, spraying droplets from his damp hair like an over-enthusiastic retriever before trying to wring some of the water out of his shirt.
Once the aforementioned was done, he made his way toward the wall nearest to the door, searching for the light switch. Although the lightning outside was pretty consistent, it wasn’t quite enough to brighten the rest stop in anything more than brief flashes. His own eyes had little problem seeing in the dark, of course, but he wasn’t the only one here, and keeping Kira practically blind if avoidable would have just been rude. With a soft huff of achievement, Izzie turned on the single flickering bulb. “It doesn’t look like this place is heated...so, hopefully we aren’t stuck too long. I won’t be much good at huddling for warmth.” It wasn’t an outright admittance of anything, of course, but Isaiah was ready to fess up if prompted now that they were relatively safe from the storm.
PERMALINK // POSTED ON: Feb 6 2018, 03:34 PM
The shock (pun entirely intended) was overwhelming enough for Kira that if it weren’t for Isaiah’s calm and unrelenting (but gentle) determination to get them out of the storm, she might have wandered far enough into the bayou for it to become a problem. Not like her turning into a human lightning rod wasn’t a problem… well, really, the problem was that it wasn’t at all—that she was no worse for the wear for someone who ought to have been barbecued. Cooked. Fresh-made bacon. Whatever.
Truth be told, she had no idea what ought to happen when one was electrocuted—she just knew that what had happened wasn’t the standard fare. That’s what she was hung up on. Was this something indicative of something more? (Was her skin rubber? Was she naturally grounded? Did she absorb energy like a superhero? Had anyone ever mentioned this in biology? Or in health class…? It was a stretch, but come on, she was running out of ideas here!) Or was she one of those rare entities wherein a miracle happens to them, and no explanation will ever be found in their lifetime, other than, “you were lucky”?
Had it actually happened? Or was she just dreaming? Maybe she fell and hit her head, and Isaiah was actually trying to wake her… maybe this was all a dream.
She took a little bit of her goose-fleshed skin and pinched it. Hard. It hurt, as pinches were supposed to do, and she shuddered all over, for no other reason than knowing that the pain made it real. That, and the fact she was already soaked to the bone from the downpour, even as they ducked into the little shelter. A shudder or a shiver; either way, her body was telling her things were not alright, and could she maybe get a handle on the situation so it could go back to doing the regular things that bodies do?
Isaiah’s explanation really wasn’t much of an explanation, but Kira nodded like it made sense, because, frankly, she wanted out of the storm more than she wanted to talk right this moment. When they ducked inside, she let out a sigh of relief; even just getting out of the wind and rain helped her warm up a smidge, though it wasn’t warm enough to be comfortable. For a moment, all she did was watch Isaiah get settled: he was soaked to the bone, too, and, she guessed, probably a bit worried about his guitar… she didn’t know much about musical instruments, but she did know that most things made of delicate wood didn’t much like humidity. Even so, at least the guitar couldn’t feel—Isaiah, on the other hand, was probably cold to the bone. Because she was, and it didn’t cross her mind (and why should it) that Isaiah might have some aspect about him that made, say, inclement weather perfectly tolerable.
“Yeah, I do. Thankfully, this thing’s probably kept most of the water out.” And it had; the jacket she pulled from it was warm and dry. For a second, she just held it aloft from her body, trying to decide what was the least awkward and most efficient way to warm up… that wasn’t—no, not that! Kira! Isaiah’d run right off with those kind of thoughts, and Kira admonished herself for even thinking them—if it wasn’t so darn cold, she might have even blushed. Instead, she turned towards Isaiah and held out the jacket.
“Why don’t we… um… we could huddle together under it? This isn’t very big, but with the two of us…” Dark eyes flicked upwards towards the new light and squinted, strangely absent of the swirling amber that had dominated them earlier. The brow between them wrinkled when Isaiah spoke. “What do you mean? Do you get cold easy? That’s all the more reason to stay close… I mean, if that’s not weird. If it’s weird, I’m fine without and you can have the coat. Really.”
Liar. She was already starting to shiver a bit, despite her best efforts to hide it. Granted, that might still be the shock of the situation… yeah, that definitely had a whole lot to do with it.
cause now i'm shining bright
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