#nevermindhesfixed

Head down,  eyes scanning the text book and he’s jotting down notes almost lazily. He leans back in the seat and he’s unaware that someone’s been watching him until he catches the other in his view. Eyebrow raising slightly as he looks up at him, following the gaze down to the book in front of him. “What? Do you need this?”

 He’s nursing a bottle at his lips, the strong alcoholic substance making  him feel warm inside almost. It numbed the pain that he didn’t understand, he’d just stare off, into the distance of the stars out of the large window that he was sat beside. What did he want? What did he miss? He didn’t know, but booze made him forget most of the time. Bel turned his head, seeing someone, a familiar face.  

Send “Oops” for your muse to catch mine in just a towel.

It was no secret the looming full moon had him on edge, even no he was dripping in sweat which only caused hi curly hair to frizz even more.  He’s retreated to his far corned locked, hiding in the strewn uniform he strung up as he hid himself half in his locked as his body shivered and even his spine popped as his body left him groaning from the pain of transformation that was trying to claw its way out of him. The anger, insecurity, the power-- it overwhelmed him much like the nauseating scent of the locker room yet he could move, couldn’t leave as his could feel the shard fangs beginning to overwhelm his mouth, claws he knew he couldn’t hid, but more importantly if he lost his focus on his thoughts of Charlie he feared whether he’d slaughter or simply have an animalistic breakdown.

no matter how many times he felt it, isaac continued to remain awed by charlie and the was that he could his best friend and boyfriend’s generally bi-polar behavior and practically just sooth it away .  thanks to being a werewolf, his moods had quickly become a constant risk, yet all it took were a few soothing words, a squeeze of hand, or hell, on the worst days-- even when a wolfed out Stiles ended up punched by a human Charlie, it grounded him.  Where people had sensations, memories, and feelings-- Isaac had a single individual that had allowed him to become completely anchored and once events had led to the same very wold bearing red eyes instead of gold, it was his loyaly to Charlie that allowed him to remailn sane. more importantly, it was days like this-- lazy little weekend days where they woke up in the same bed and cuddled closely together, that only continued to help their relationship blossom.

of course, isaac had made a slightly gamble after sliding from the bed.  he’d actually had to pause, admiring the angelic way charlie seemed to sleep, even if the way one singular remain scarf still remained pinned to the head bored and restraining one of his boyfriends wrists from their activities last night-- it actually earned a soft blush from the caring wolf before he slinked down stairs to the kitchen, where luckily no a single soul was around.   the only valuable skill isaac had picked up from his chaotic home life was cooking and after turning the kitchen into a slight warzone, he was soon enough returning to his and charlie’s bed with two plates of some very delectable smelling stack of pancake, his pajama pants hanging low enough that his abs and the ‘v’ of his hips were more than on display-- but, isaac had no need for self consciousness.