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I haven't lost my mind,
Tomorrow is another day.
Will I my memory find?
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I close my eyes and pray,
I haven’t lost my mind.
Tomorrow is another day.
Will I my memory find?
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Plot idea: In a world where the existence of merpeople is well known, Muse A is a merman/mermaid and gets injured in a storm. They black out and when they wake up they’re in an empty tank at a sea animal rescue station. They can’t swim without pain so Muse B's job is to take care of them until they're well enough to be set free. Merpeople are considered animals due to the fact that they communicate in a series of shrieks and chirps but during their stay at the station, Muse A learns the human language and starts talking to Muse B, the only person they trust there.
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Send my muse a yes/no question, and they're only allowed to respond with yes or no.
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Isaac wanted to look at her face, to pull her away and see her smiling, but he found he couldn't quite let go of her. She was a warm ball of affection against his torso and he didn't ever want to release her. He wanted to stay like this forever, laughing and holding each other close. He didn't need anything more in his life than her and her laugh and her smile. Just her.
"I don't waste my money, Annabella. I know exactly who I'm spending it on and how much she deserves it." His hand ran over her back and he still smiled into her hair, his eyes closed as he held her. Sure, she would probably get sick of being held by him eventually,but he would take advantage of her tolerance while he could.
"Princess, you have a deal." He accepted quietly. Why she had volunteered to give her money for this date, he wasn't sure. Kindness, probably. He was still in shock she had offered a date at all. She liked him.
And that was beyond strange.
Realizing that her patience for him was probably thinning, he leaned away just slightly. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hog you. Did you have something to do? Did you want to clean up?" He knew well the feeling of sticky tears on one's face. It was a gross feeling.
Anna swallowed hard when his fingers stopped toying with hers. Was it shock at her request that caused him to stop out of disgust (who would want to go on a date with her…) or was it surprise? Surprise that she had made the first move? Surprise that she even toyed with the thought that he’d say yes?
Then he was pulling her closer and her heart gave a desperate leap against the confines of her ribs. He was nuzzling her head and her heart was racing and-and-!
… Had he said yes?
She grinned at his babbling. It was cute - that he was excited to spend more time with her. There was nothing on Earth he would like more than to go on a date with her.
” Don’t waste all of your money on me, Isaac! A dinner and a movie would be a fortune.”She laughed against his shoulder. “How about we go into a drive in - tickets are five, maybe ten bucks. You buy dinner and I’ll buy the tickets and we can eat it while we watch the movie. Deal?"
#shhhhhhhhhhh BABE#IT IS OKAY#you take your time c:#bUT THE EMOTION I KNOW#THESE TWO HAVE SLAIN ME#WE NEED 5000000000000 THREADS#ic#thread#theherooftimeoot
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Her offer intrigued the man. It was evident she wasn't overly
fond of him, no matter how she smiled. Still, he supposed she
was trying to be kind nonetheless. This brought a larger smile
to his face. One who was kind for the sake of kindness could
not be a bad person, could they? At least, that is what he could
assume. He refused to assume anything besides the best in
people. What good would it do to always think the worst of
people? No good. It would do no good at all. Which is why he
chose kindness to be behind her offer, her smile, instead of
anything more sinister.
“ Thank you very much. Maybe some day I'll be able to
buy you a drink in return. “ He smiled himself, easy as
though he had been born with the muscles in position.
“ The jukebox sounds fun. But I don't believe I know
your name, ma'am. “
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“ The lacking money, you mentioned it. No worries — the drinks’ll
be on me. “ The smile her mouth bore could almost be described
as warm, loving, caring. Almost. It were her canine teeth that
would always disturb the image of a perfectly kind-hearted
expression.
And yet, she wanted to give her departure that certain
something that would make him remember her invitation. It
most certainly would take a little more than a simple smile, at
least she assumed him to be a little less easily manipulable
than all the other men she had met and come to hold a
conversation with, but she gladly accepted that challenge.
“ In fact, I’ll be at the café tomorrow, from morning to
afternoon. We even have an oldschool jukebox if you like
those sort of things. “
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Isaac gave a hesitant smile as he watched the stranger accept his offer. He sank beside the man, his eyes drawn back towards the front of the church. Before the altar were a lion and a lamb. Isaac had never asked Jedidiah about the presence of the statues before. There were often so many new things to learn, questions went unasked and neglected. Isaac would come back to it in time, ask the question and carefully store away the answer. But for now, he left it in the archives of his addled brains, so filled with dark patches that the light shone out brilliantly. It was not hard for him to remember things with so much empty space in his mind now. Unfortunately, it was harder to leave alone things best left forgotten.
The human breathed deeply, allowing the peace of the church to wash over him, seep into his bones. It was here one would most find him in his free time. It was here he found peace and rest from his troubled and busy life. Even when Ariella and Sophia commandeered him to help with something, he was still able to focus on the Lord, the one who had been there for him throughout it all. Isaac had to remind himself of it sometimes, when he viewed disturbingly un-Christian acts on the street. The Lord would turn bad to his own purposes.
"It's the presence of the Lord." Isaac's volume matched that of the stranger's without thought. The silence of the church was something to only be punctuated by gasps of prayer, whispered thankfulness or agonized begging for forgiveness. It was astonishing how many ways one could find what they needed in this place.
"I think that when I'm praying to him, when I feel closest to him, those are the times when I feel content. I know there's someone watching over me."
Perhaps, he realized, his tone had been too harsh, words formulated on a foreign tongue to equate for stunted knowledge of their strange traditions; though he watched over them, guarded their travels, healed their sick and wounded, he knew very little about their habits and what was socially acceptable. Angels existed on a separate plane, acquainted with Humanity but not apart of it, never apart of it, not since Eve had been cast from the Garden and banished within the walls of Purgatory, her children cursed to plagued disease, hardship, and tribulation that forced their faith to make them worthy of God’s redemption in Paradise.
Technicolor light trickled in through the display of windows lining the church walls, depicting scenes of each of the Patron Saints, himself included; learned observance had taught him to fold his hands, though he forewent the typical silent plea and simply deigned to sitting in thought, ears pricked to the sound of footsteps shuffling back down the aisle, features amicable as he upturned his vessel’s hazel stained irises to Isaac’s return.
“Of course,” The invite was quiet, tinged with warmth in spite of his razored edge greeting from before. These were small moments to which the Archangel utilized, adjusting his natural detachment to learn and hopefully use what he managed to pick up, in order to fit in better.
”Churches have their own special brand of solace, don’t they? It’s almost as if they are their own living entity.”
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He paused for a moment in playing with her fingers, momentarily taken aback. A date? She wanted to go on a date with him? He was so stunned for a moment, he forgot to respond. He sat there, frozen. Then he realized she obviously expected an answer. Suddenly filled with giddy excitement, he squeezed her close and laughed, nuzzling his face into the top of her head.
"Annabella, there is nothing on this Earth I would like more than to go on a date with you. I can take you out to a movie and buy you dinner and walk you home and-" He stopped his babbling and laughed again, grinning from ear to ear. She wanted to go on a date with him, him of all people.
Anna smiled when he took her hand, watching his large fingers play with her thin ones with a sense of curiosity. He played with them carefully, like Bonnie playing with a glass doll on the floor. Her drawing stopped when he moved away from her other hand and she simply rested it around his waist again.
"Ask you for something?" She asked, leaning her head against his shoulder while her feet swung just an inch or so away from her floor. "Go on a date with me, Isaac. We can go watch a movie or something, whatever you like."
#oh my gosh he would be so flabbergasted though#he would just kind of stare at her and not know what to say#literally he would just stare at her and blush bright red#he wouldn't know what to do at all#mY BABIES#HELP#I HAVE EMOTION#thread#ic#theherooftimeoot
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He smiled at the feeling of her fingers tracing over his back. It tickled a little bit and he tried to move to alleviate the feeling. Eventually, he resettled himself, eyes still closed as his head leaned on hers. One of his hands found hers and he began carefully playing with her fingers. It was so strange how close he felt to her after knowing her such a short time. It was strange how much he adored her.
"Everything I have is yours, Princess. Ask for anything you want. If you want more flowers or some of the cookies I make for work I will get them for you. Ask me for something, Princess." He told her quietly, squeezing her hands gently. "Ask me." He wanted to make her happy, make her smile.
"I wouldn’t like worrying ‘bout me," Anna grinned at the man’s blush and smile. He liked her kiss… He liked her. She felt his heartbeat under her hand and began to trace designs on his back with her other hand. This was perfect.
He was perfect.
"I don’t have much, but everything I have you can have too," she repeated, closing her eyes and letting her lashes flutter against his neck. "But I like you, Isaac… a lot. Too much t’ take anything of yours, my dear knight.”
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Isaac froze as her lips met his cheek. Spreading out from where her lips met his skin, a bright pink blush erupted. His head ducked slightly, a smile spreading over his face. Her compliment let a whole new kind of erratic beat take over his heart. He wasn't the perfect singer, but he sang in church often enough to keep his voice in practice. It was a low rumble, evidently bass. He didn't really have any opinion on it. But she thought it was beautiful.
"It's my honor to worry about you." He told her, moving his head to lean against hers. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. She brought him peace more than worry. She was warm against him, like some sort of living teddy bear. It was easy to drift off when he was holding her.
"You know that if you need anything, I'm here for you, right? I don't have much but everything I have, you can have. Anything you want, I'll give it to you." His thumb swiped over her arm as he held her, pressing soothing circles into her soft skin. She was so wonderful. "Anything."
Anna leaned into his palm when he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Her eyes closed at the warmth that ran through her from even such a simple touch and at the serenity his voice brought. Anna found herself loving it more and more with each moment, but more so she loved the way it rumbled in his chest beneath her ear. She’d never grow bored of that, she decided.
"You have a beautiful voice, Isaac," She murmured, letting her hand rest on his chest. Part of her wanted to protest - she wasn’t precious, she wasn’t a princess - but the other part was too exhausted to do so. The other part wanted to believe his words.
"T-Thank you," Anna sniffled again, although this tip she tipped her head up. She pressed her lips against his cheek bone, his beard tickling her chin for the fleeting moment she kissed his cheek. "I’m sorry f-for… worrying you."
#i JUST THOUGHT OF SOMETHING#WHAT IF ISAAC INTRODUCED HER TO ZION#AND YOU KNOW ZION IS A SWEETHEART I AM SURE ANNA WOULD LIKE HIM#BUT I BET HE WOULD THINK SHE LIKED ZION BETTER#O_O#ic#thread#theherooftimeoot
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He couldn't help himself, he squeezed her a little tighter, despite how he feared she might break. She was pressed so close to him, holding him so tightly, he couldn't help but let his breath catch. She was looking for comfort in him. She trusted him to ease her pain, to hold her heart if only for a moment.
“When through fiery trials thy pathway shall lie, my grace, all sufficient, shall be thy supply; the flame shall not hurt thee; I only design thy dross to consume, and thy gold to refine.” He sang quietly, one hand moving to tuck her hair behind her ear. He knew what she felt. There were many days when he felt the same. "How Firm a Foundation. It's an old hymn but the old ones are my favorite." He explained, his voice gentle. Isaac hoped his arms were enough of a guard against the world for her. He wanted to protect her.
"You know what it's saying, right? Precious metals have to go through fire to be perfected. The flames won't hurt you forever, Annabella. You're a precious metal, a precious woman. It's going to help you become the best you can be. It hurts now, but you're going to be alright. And I'm going to be here to make sure."
Anna hiccuped into his shoulder in an effort to silence her tears for a moment so she could hear is words. She shifted in his hold to press her ear against his chest, both surprise and guilt tugging her stomach down to the floor. His heart was beating so fast for her. She didn’t deserve it.
She waited until he was finished talking, tightening her grip around his waist with each word. By the end she was surprised he could still breath, but finally she managed to clear her throat and press her forehead against his shoulder.
"I went to apply for a job during my lunch break t’day and the job was so much better payin’ than both of my jobs now b-but when the lady read my application she just th-threw it away because I h-had to check that I only have a GED s-so then I tried to brush it off but when I g-got back t’ my other j-job I-I was late and they already gave my shift away and it’s just not fair.”She murmured, “I try s-so hard and it always bites m-me in the ass. I don’t understand w-why.”
#i JUST#I CAN'T#HE ADORES HER#THEY STILL BARELY KNOW EACH OTHER#HE'S SO ATTACHED TO HER ALREADY#uGHGHHGH#thread#ic#theherooftimeoot
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She was so small, so delicate, like the flowers he brought her. His hand was gentle as he rubbed it over her back. He didn't want to press too hard, lest he break her. Curled up in his lap, she seemed so fragile and he was afraid of moving too quickly. He breathed in deeply, steadying himself.
"Annabella, beautiful princess, you are not stupid. Remember when we met and you said you weren't a princess? I said princesses were strong and kind and smart and beautiful. That's what you are. You are not stupid, Annabella. You are a princess and even princesses need their knights to hold them."
And he would hold her. Isaac had no intentions of letting go anytime soon. He wondered if she could hear how erratically his heart was beating, worry for her causing its irregular leaps. How could she think poorly of herself?
She was perfect.
Anna placed the flowers beside her after she was pulled onto his lap. He was so large and warm and she relaxed in his hold the moment she felt those arms around her. She felt his face press against her hair and she broke again.
She pressed her face into his shoulder, feeling the tears fall onto his hoodie before she could stop them. Her arms wound around his waist and she curled onto his lap, making herself seem even smaller in his hold than she’d been so far (he was so tall…).
"I-I’m so st-stupid." She finally admitted into his shoulder. But she stitched every word he said into her heart. He was here. Everything would be okay while he held her.
Everything would be okay.
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Isaac watched with pained eyes as she moved to retrieve the flowers. Her face was blotchy and tear stained and even still the smile made her skin glow. A sad smile of his own quirked half of his face as he watched her examine the plants. She seemed to like them that was good, right? Right.
When her voice broke, Isaac found himself physically flinching, his chest constricting as he listened. His eyes met hers just for a brief moment as she lowered the flowers and he had to restrain himself from scooping her up then and there.
And then she was giving him permission. Finally freed from restraints, Isaac's arms moved around her at once, upsetting the flowers as he pulled her onto his lap. Somehow, he couldn't stop with just a normal hug. He pressed her close to him, hiding his face in her hair.
"It's okay, Annabella. Everything is going to be okay. I'm here." Nonsense words came out in a tumbling rush but he didn't care. He closed his eyes and breathed in the scent of her hair, letting it tickle the parts of his face not hidden by stubble. She was so little in his arms, smaller than he had thought.
… Flowers? Anna glanced up from the pillow, searching around the room with blurred vision until her gaze landed on the side table. She saw the flowers laying on the small table and she managed to roll herself over and sit up on the edge of her bed to reach over and grab them.
They were beautiful - gorgeous, even - and no one had ever bought her flowers before. She fingered the purple petal of one of the flowers as a smile turned the corners of her lips upwards. He was so sweet and good to her.
"They’re beautiful, Isaac."
She hadn’t trusted her voice that rasped through her throat, and she heard her voice waver and crack multiple times throughout her short sentence. "Thank you."
Anna chewed on her lower lip, lowering the flowers down to her lap and sneaking a glance at the man beside her. She sniffled, reaching up to flick the water from her eyes. "A-A… hug would be… nice, Isaac." She finally murmured, swallowing hard afterwards.
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