#beautifulxdissonance

𝑺𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 | @beautifulxdissonance

The movie played in black and white, old voices distorted and grainy. Stefan wasn't watching. Though he stared at the screen he didn't see it, and instead saw a century and a half of memories flicking through his mind. Some memories he wanted to hang onto, and some memories he longed to forget.

He felt the presence beside him without having to look, though he was drawn out of his thoughts and back to the present. Out of the corner of his eye he saw long black hair and slate grey eyes, a nice suit. Byakuya Kuchiki.

"Don't."

Izzy's mouth abruptly snaps shut. Edward usually doesn't even need words for Israel to recognize his orders, and the fact that he had to speak now means something. (It means that Izzy clearly isn't okay, yeah, they all know that, but he has fucking work to do. Maybe he's not in perfect condition, but he can handle it.) 

 Unless, of course, his captain orders him not to.

Izzy keeps his mouth shut and listens.

For a split second, something in Izzy seems to melt into the touch. His shoulders relax, the grip on his pen slackens, but in the next breath he's stiffened up again, and shifted his gaze to Edward to try to figure out what the fuck he's doing.

" You're petting me, "   Izzy points out, gruff, immediately regretting it. He might be looking at Edward like he's wondering if he’s finally lost his mind, but he doesn't actually want Ed to stop. He's always cherished the occasional affectionate touches he receives from his captain, hoarding them like little treasures.

In an effort to seem like he doesn't give a fuck when he really, actually does, Izzy rolls his eyes and turns his attention back to the log in his hands, definitely not entirely focused on whatever the hell his captain is doing, sort of hoping he doesn’t stop.