#volkolox

                                                                                              —  @volkolox ꧂

what a pretty picture achilles paints with his butterscotch smile.  so warm at the centre, a real melt-in-the-mouth moment, wading through that thick, golden honey gaze of a boy more teenager than monster. it’s a stark contrast to his ice, this ember of a person, but everyone knows that of the two in contact, ice always melts.

consider this: a touch-starved teenage werewolf with a chip on his shoulder and something to prove. he fights for every scrap of attention, and rejoices at even a passing glance his way.

consider this still: a touch-giving teenage werewolf born with a heart so big that loves vomits petals from his chastened tongue. he gives attention freely, unequivocally, unjudgementally. 

what else is isaac supposed to do, when faced with someone so opposite? so good? everything his father wished he’d have been and then some? when scott reaches for him, little old him, with freezer burned skin and eyes so cold they manifest snow in california, how is he supposed to respond?

— by linking their fingers, of course, and basking in the warmth he hasn’t felt since he was seven years old and remembered how to breathe.

                                             *    )       𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝   𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 ,   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚊𝚒𝚛   𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙶𝙽𝙰𝙽𝚃   𝚊𝚜   𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜   𝙻𝙴𝙵𝚃  𝚘𝚏   𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚖   𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚜  𝚒𝚗  𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝.   HALF   the   city   SUBMERGED   as   the   MAYOR   races   to   clean  up   EDWARD   NASHTON’S   LOVE   LETTER   TO   GOTHAM.   she   had   appreciated   his   METICULOUS   nature  ,   the   care   he   put   into   the   complete   DESTRUCTION   of   boroughs   and   places   that   would  NEVER   recover.   

 ‘                 would   you   believe   me   if   i  said   that    what   you’re   saying   tracks   . . .   ?    shit’s   crazy   and   there   are   those   who   would   take  ADVANTAGE   of    a   city   that’s   broken   ,   hell   they’ve   been   WAITING  for  a   moment   like   this  ’

    ‘ now you — you don’t have a particularly striking nose or chin, but oh boy, do you have a jaw. ’     she grins like a cheshire cat, languidly playful in her intent. nothing wrong with a little bit of flirting with the customers, right? it’s practically a waitress’ calling card. how to get big tips 101 — perhaps even a little bit more. no harm done.

alabaster hearts, dual-beat notwithstanding – he is the embodiment of calamity, sweat-dripped brow and flushed cheeks from exertion. twenty minutes; it’s all it takes before the location he’s travelled is set to go up in flames. wish he could claim a new record, but alas, that trip to go-ray only three weeks ago seemed to take the cake for ‘minutes spent on an alien planet before something explodes’.

cue the impromptu wails of a security system far too delayed to be much help.

                     ’ – don’t suppose you made the track team in high school, by any chance? ’