unable to fall apart

       ❝ you’re my favorite brother?? ❞ she offers him teasingly instead; eyebrow raising at the hair ruffle. she will NOT get flustered ( right after this shin kick, of course ).  ❝ what are you doing today anyways?? we should do something. ❞

       her mouth opens, teeth lightly against each other. why did she bother?? probably just habit, it’s hard to break, after all; and davina’s been raised to always come off as the STRONG LITTLE WITCH, nothing less, nothing more. ever so slightly, she sits back up to face him, hair falling to frame her face. ❝ — i’ve heard STORIES, okay?? they’re bad. i’ve even gotten hurt a couple times because i couldn’t use my magic fast enough. ❞            and still, her lips purse into a light smile that doesn’t want be full just yet. ❝ someone has got to keep you on your toes. sonya put me in charge of it. it’s just the code i gotta follow. don’t be such a sad boy, ❞ she says, her bottom lip sticking out to pout. she’s missed this.

      her head tilts back, blue hues wide. davina won’t swallow her pride, yet ( it’s NEWT – it’ll happen eventually ); but she won’t lie to him either. ❝ yeah, but what if my magic stops working?? what if it’s not strong enough?? ❞ she’s pretty damn proud of herself, too, for her voice to not waver during those questions. still, there’s a smile on davina’s lips, playing herself – because after all, she’d gotten good at faking it. ❝ but it’s not a morning thing!! just consider it a … me thing; because everyone and their mother knows i will never stop giving you trouble with getting out of bed. ever. ❞

“You never asked after the text I got.  Figured you were set on checking out some nurses at the hospital.”  It was hard not to smirk, considering the text was his Pick-Up Line of the Day.

“so, i found out where the pack is like an hour ago…”  he lied, but it had gotten too quiet.

Newt’s scent was enough to confirm he wasn’t a wolf and all the techniques he’d been taught to do with lying didn’t throw up red flags.  However, they both seemed to be paranoid tonight.  With good reason. “For the sake of worst case, dude, mountain ash would be like a facefull of sawdust co mpared to all the fucked up ways people tried to kill me when I lived her.  Granted, he could be wrong but he still counted his experience of recovering from electrocution and ninjas impaling him to still be top of the list on things to do with pain. However, he stood down for the moment deciding he could be wary of the other, plus he was still practically smirking at the formal plan Newt announced.  With Satomi, sure, but Scott?  The pack was a bunch of kids besides Derek, who would be the only one who would of ended up ‘offended’ he imagined if outsiders wandered in.  If Scott’s optimistic mentality hadn’t been massively altered since the last time the spoke on the phone.

“That makes sense. I get it… and to be honest, I’d rather not waste more time if any of them are in trouble.  So for now, New–bie.”  He smirked, “I can help you atleast find the McCall pack, I was returning to it… sort of.. but, if you make me regret it, I have little left to live for that would make it easy for me to take you down even if it means dying.” Isaac made the short statement, before he allowed himself to relax.  “We need to head for the hospital… No one’s been answering their cell, but Melissa might just be busy at work… she’ll point us the right direction.”  He said, not bothering to just give up that he was taking them to the ‘alpha’s mommy’.  After all, if Isaac respected anyone  the most, it would be her considering she’d been among the few that actually treated him fully like the mom he barely could even remember. Shifting his own pack that had grown discomforting, he began loping down the road, “But, first, a small pit stop so we don’t have to walk all of this… since you can’t match my speed…” He teased with a tinge of excitement, it was always nice to have an excuse to use one of Argent’s car’s.

“If you’re quite done with your primpin’ over there.” God spare him from werewolves with ego problems. He’s tired, he’s annoyed and to be quite honest--he didn’t want to be there in the first place. Because what made less sense than trying to avoid terrible things chasing you then heading to the dead center of all terrible things? Really, it was not anyone’s best plan to date. But he’s perpetually just the middle man--apparently that’s his life now. “Probably, but it’s better than nothin’ at all so if y’ don’t mind, I’ll be keepin’ the bloody ash if it’s all the same t’ you.” He’s trying to be calm about all of this--because the alternative is to be really bloody mad or incredibly terrified all things considered--but that doesn’t mean it’s working out too well. Still, he can try, right?

        her head ducks down, tucking the small dagger back into it’s respective place. she’s taken to carrying one around – perhaps she’s a bit paranoid. ❝ it’s staying with me, ❞ davina announces as she collapses onto the edge of his bed, continuing to lay back and staring absentmindedly at the ceiling. ❝ don’t worry so much; the leather is protected, the bloody dagger is safe where it is. ❞ she moves her gaze to look at his general direction, mocking his accent only playfully. ❝ i always thought afternoons were better for lunch and naps. maybe trips into town, or a BEACH – granted that there’s one in the area. ❞

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