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 ♡ —  HER  SCOTTISH  LILT  WAS  ALMOST  COY  WHEN  SHE  LOOKED  UP  AT  HIM  THROUGH  HER  LONG  LASHES  WITH  THOSE  DOE  EYES.  she  was  sinfully  beautiful  on  her  worst  days  and  when  she  was  in  her  gear  with  her  war-paint  on,  elias  knew  she  was  even  more  deadly.  the  white  witch.  and  she  always  got  her  way,  didn’t  she?  it  was  what  had  drawn  him  to  her  in  the  first  place.  she  was  young  and  yet  she  had  a  power  to  her,  one  he  respected  and  admired…and  it  also  help  that  she  complimented  his  scarf.

 isla  had  been  a  whirlwind  for  him.  they  argued  like  cats  and  dogs  some  nights  and  yet  they  ended  up  side  by  side  when  the  night  was  over.  perhaps  she  really  was  a  witch.  casting  some  spell  over  him  like  a  lovesick  teenager.  still,  tonight  he  knew  if  he  gave  in  like  he  normally  did  she’d  end  up  being  angry  later  with  that  red  lipstick  smeared  across  both  their  faces.  ❛it’s  bad  if  you  wanna  keep  the  make-up  team  from  killin’  me…and  while  you’re  pretty  cute,  i’m  not  sure  you’re  worth  dying  over  just  yet,❜  he  teased,  sticking  his  hands  up  in  mock  innocence.  unable  to  completely  deny  her  though  he  still  leaned  over  and  pressed  his  lips  quickly  to  the  small  upturn  of  her  nose.  ❛you  get  the  rest  after  your  match  and  TRUST  me,  it’ll  be  worth  the  wait,  witchy-woman.❜

   NIGHTMARES WERE NOT UNCOMMON FOR THE DUTCHMAN, BUT IT WAS RARE THAT HE WOKE IN A COLD SWEAT.  but it had been some time since someone had been there to comfort him when he arose with a shout, the dark shadows from his dreams still clouding his mind. he looked to isla in a panic. his heart beat heavily against his chest as he grabbed her arm, making sure that she was real and that she was there with him. since finding out about their pregnancy, aleister had made it a habit of staying with her at any time he could afford. their romantic relationship had not been repaired, but he could accept that. for now. he just wanted to be a part of this in any way, even if it meant staying in her guest room for the next couple of days before he had to return to the states. and then he’d fly back here again, do it all over again.

but tonight, the night terror centered around her and he was thrown off guard. her standing on a dark street, the glow of the streetlight illuminating her. she was holding a bundle in her arms and every time he tried to get closer, she got further and further away no matter how hard he tried to reach for her. he felt like he was running, chasing something unattainable and then she simply disappeared in a dark mist and he was alone in blackness. he hadn’t feared the dark in such a long time, but in that moment he felt terror.

“ i’m… ” his throat felt dry and he felt he needed water. “ i’m fine. ” he assured her after clearing his throat, the guilt settling in for waking her. she needed as much rest as she could get right now. “ i’m sorry i woke you. my nightmares are never usually so… vivid. you should go back to bed, isla. you need your rest. ” 

ELIAS & ISLA.

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TONI & ISLA.

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