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Tweak says, "it's corn and corn alone day!"

theprettybeta (theprettybeta) wrote in paradisolog,
@ 2016-04-15 00:17:00

Entry tags:

~isaac lahey (theprettybeta), ~lydia martin (eunoia)

WHO: Isaac Lahey and Lydia Martin
WHERE: Lydia's shelter
WHEN: Early Friday Morning
WHAT: Feels. Just accept that there's going to be a lot of feels.
WARNINGS: So many feels.
STATUS: Closed/Incomplete

I was left alone. Still, I waited for the day when she'd say "I will always love you."

It had been two years. Two full years for Isaac, and in those two years he spent every moment he had trying to concentrate on sifting through the complicated, complex emotions that he had originally ran away from. For two years, Isaac Lahey convinced himself that he was getting better, and last night that all fell apart in one fell swoop. Two years of denial unraveled into an explosive outburst, one that pushed away the only person who had ever shown him mercy who was still alive, and it was his own fault. Isaac shouldn't have bothered convincing himself that he was strong enough to move past what had happened to him. Perhaps he would have been able to go his entire life pretending, but he should have known the second he found out that Beacon Hills had followed him there that it was all going to fall apart. Maybe a part of him did know that, and he had just been waiting for the dam to break. It finally did, and with it came a flood of everything he had locked away. Anger, betrayal, guilt, fear, all of it was drowning him, and the worst part was that Isaac had no one to turn to.

He didn't know people here, and he was mostly afraid that unloading everything he felt would paint Allison out to be monster if he did it to anyone who didn't know her. He didn't want that. There were only a few people here who knew Allison, Stiles, Scott and Lydia, and none of them were ideal for Isaac to speak to. Scott for obvious reasons, Stiles because they never got along. And Lydia... she had gone through the same thing. She didn't need to relive it just because Isaac had to. He had tried to stay neutral in the little spat between her and Scott, they were both being hyper sensitive and Isaac, honestly, wanted nothing to do with any of it. But apparently that wasn't good enough, and now he wanted to make sure that Lydia was okay after Scott had started to bring up the past, again. She was pregnant. What the hell was he thinking, trying to upset her like that in her state?

So, Isaac wanted to check on her. He liked to think that Stiles would have taken care of Scott to make sure that he would stop putting Lydia down, at least publicly, but Isaac had a feeling that it was only wishful thinking. He reached her shelter just after sunrise, calling out quietly to avoid waking her if she was still asleep because he didn't want to stick his head in if she wasn't decent. "Lydia? I brought you something." More combs, now that she had found her shampoo, and a little more coconut oil just in case. "Are you awake?

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theprettybeta
2016-04-20 05:26 am UTC (link)

His first response was to shake his head when she told him that he could, because he didn't believe it. Isaac couldn't move forward, he couldn't just allow himself to feel and accept the pain that was admitting to himself that he would never find her again. Isaac wasn't a man who accepted things, and not because he was arrogant or stubborn, but because he didn't know how. His life was doomed to cycles, there was no moving forward in the years that he spent at home because every single day was the same. He wandered around in a daze, a constant ache of pain always somewhere in his body, and when he got home it was either going to hurt, or he would be thrown into the darkness. And time didn't move in the dark. Everything stood still. The air was stale and thick, and after a while even his shallow breathing became a monotonous white noise in the background. There was no moving forward. There was only waiting.

His time with Derek was all a haze. Seeing the Alpha look down at him in that grave, one that he just wanted to stay in, it was like being seen for the first time. People didn't look Isaac in the eye before that. They saw bruises or casts and they looked away from him like he was some sort of diseased freak, like paying attention to him would give them bruises by association, and after Derek, that all changed. Isaac was powerful. He walked down the halls at the peak of his health, head held high and, for the first time in his life, without pain. He made heads turn. People wanted to be around him. He got into clubs, got girls numbers, it all happened so fast that it didn't feel like moving forward. For the first time in his life, Isaac felt like he was living in the now. And then Derek kicked him out, and he learned what it felt like to fall back. And then there was Allison.

It almost felt like moving forward with her. He felt like he had actually gotten somewhere, that he had started at the bottom and worked his way up until he somehow managed to wiggle his way into her heart, Allison was his progress. And then, all of the sudden, he wasn't. All of the sudden he was something different, something less important, and after she died everything stopped spinning. Everything stopped period. He felt stale, stuck in that moment of realization that she was gone, desperately trying to find a way to get her back, and the idea of just letting go and letting that crushing, heart tearing reality engulf him was too much to bear. Because he would be doing it alone. And Isaac didn't trust himself to come back from that. He looked at Lydia when she grabbed his wrists and spoke to him with a gently soothing tone, and all he wanted to do was try and do just that. But it was too big of a risk. "I can't," he said once more, and he shook his head to convey to her that he didn't mean it the way he had the first time. "Lydia... I won't come back. If I just let it hit me, if I just really let it hit me..."

His face twisted with a conflicted sort of anguish as he looked over her shoulder in the direction of Malia's den. "I have someone to take care of. She's pregnant, she needs me. She needs me. And my friend is pregnant," he gestured to her now, his eyes moving back. "I can't work towards acceptance when I have people to look after. When I have someone to take care of. I can't abandon someone when they need me and if I do this... I don't know how long it's going to take me." His voice got quiet with surrender, eyes moving up to the sky before back at her. "I don't know what will happen to me. But I know there are more important things going on right now than my feelings."

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eunoia
2016-04-21 03:04 pm UTC (link)

Lydia kept her eyes in Isaac's, because she thought if there was ever a time when it was important to look him in the eye when she spoke, it was right then. He needed to know that she meant it; he needed to know that she was really there and that he would have someone to take his hand and pull him back out of the darkness again, because Lydia was starting to realize that maybe Isaac had never had that person. The idea that maybe his relationships with the packs he'd run in had been largely superficial because he'd been conditioned to be afraid to feel anything was heartbreaking.

“Yes, you can,” she said firmly. “Yes you can, Isaac. You don't have to do it alone this time. Okay? You don't have to do it alone. If you feel like you need to wait, then wait,” she told him, her eyes never straying away from his, locked in on him to illustrate the weight she knew the words deserved to carry. “But when the babies are born, no more excuses. Yes, you can do it and I will help you. I won't let you be completely consumed with it, I promise...you will always have my hand to take to pull yourself back to your feet. You can do it. You can.”

What she was advising was asking a lot of Isaac, but she had done it and if she could, then so could he. And really, he deserved to be able to breathe again. That was the best way Lydia could describe the feeling. It still hurt and she still missed her best friend. There was still a void in her heart and she supposed there always would be, but she could breathe again. Isaac deserved to be able to, too.

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theprettybeta
2016-04-27 04:59 am UTC (link)

She spoke so firmly with such certainty that, for just a moment, Isaac almost believed her. He looked at her and had gone to look away, because that was what he was supposed to do, look away, avoid eye contact, but she was staring at him and holding him there. At first he wasn't sure if she was doing it on purpose, but she must have been, and that was how he knew she wanted him to hear her.

He opened his mouth to argue, because there were so many things that could have gone wrong and so many reasons why that wouldn't have worked, but for some reason in that moment Isaac couldn't think of a single one. She had meant it. He could tell by the way she was speaking to him that she had meant it, and Isaac had never had someone so invested in his well being before with no ulterior motive. Even Derek, who had saved him from his fathers wrath, had done so because he was trying to build his own pack, but Lydia had no reason to offer him help other than, apparently, wanting to. Because she understood. She was the only person in the world who could have understood.

So, instead, Isaac caved. He seemed a little stunned as he stared at her in disbelief, because he was stunned, and maybe that was why it was so hard for him to argue with her. She had caught him off guard.

"I'll try." It was all he could do. Isaac wasn't one to make promises he couldn't keep, but that one he could. "I don't - I'm not sure if I can actually do it, Lydia, but I'll try. Not now, but... after you and Malia have the babies. Then I can try. As long as I'm not alone."

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eunoia
2016-04-27 01:50 pm UTC (link)

Lydia gave him a small, encouraging smile. "Trying is a start," she replied, taking his hands and giving them what she hoped was a reassuring squeeze. "You won't be alone, I promise."

That was good enough for now. Isaac was still wavering, that much was clear, but if he was truly willing to try, that was good enough.

"Come on," she said finally. "Let's head back."

[ooc: wrap?]

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