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[isaac clarke]

( lover can you help me

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Isaac really had no intention of going to the welcome back dinner come a week ago. He had this horrible idea that it was going to be filled with nothing but stupid school rivalries and bad champagne. But that was a week ago, and it was amazing how much could change in only a week. Now he was there, some-what dressed up to make is normally messy appearance look kind of cleaned up. He still looked messy, but a classier kind of messy. Chess Lincoln : the only girl who could make Isaac put on a tie. For the first time in a while Isaac had butterflies, a sudden wave of cautious thinking coming over him. He wanted to make sure everything went perfect tonight, the day at the tattoo shop not being the best of situations. None the less Isaac was nervous, this boy never getting nervous over meeting anyone or having to do anything. He didn't really know how to handle all this nervous tension, so he showed up at the dinner pretty early. Earlier then he told Chess he' meet her, simply because he wanted to get more comfortable in his surroundings before he saw her tonight.

So naturally, when Isaac entered he didn't really know anyone there yet. He admired the room, hands in his pockets as his eyes floated over all the tables and decorations. At lest it looked nice, maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. A wave of butterflies fluttered in his stomach as he thought about the events to come he removed his hand from his pocket, wiping off his tie in nervous habit. He only stopped when he saw a few servers walking around with champagne glasses on round silver trays. He snatched one the moment he got close enough to one of them, and proceeded to notice if there was an open bar. Alcohol : the one way to calm his nerves. Spotting a bar he grinned, placing himself in a seat and ordering some whiskey. He checked his watch once his drink arrived - shouldn't be too long now.

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- - status; closed for kain with chess! soooo. I was origionally going to do a long post but I'm trying to drive muse up for Isaac and I've been so busy that I figured this would be easier for both of us. c:
- - attire ; he looks like THHHIIIISS<3
- - lyrics ; black heart inertia
- - inspiration ; black heart inertia - incubus

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[Chess Lincoln]

{ the past is the past }

To be entirely honest, I wasn’t at all stoked about going to this party with Isaac. This dinner of sorts. You see, I wasn’t quite over the whole ordeal that happened at the shop with Isaac and Dazy. I felt like a third wheel against their jokes. But when Isaac had invoted me, I figured itd be the best chance, if ever, to tell him my exact feelings. Exactly how I felt when I was around him. What he did to me. Then again, knowing the exact personality that Isaac was, I felt utter chaos getting ready to unfold. None the less, I found myself mentally preparing to explain to him everything. Every little thing I had on my mind, Isaac would know by the end of the night.

Getting ready, I stepped into my black laced corset dress, and put on my knee high red boots. The dress was strapless and would reveal my tattoos with the contrast. I then made sure I had a green smoky eye, to accentuate my green grey eyes, and bright red lips to make my silver lip ring glint against the light. Either way, I was slowly getting prepared to the fact that if he pushed himself away from me, at least I’d look damn good. The thought brought a small smile to my face.

Once I was entirely prepared, I headed out the door and toward the banquet hall. The welcome dinner should have been interesting, and I wasn’t sure if it truly was formal. I just knew that Isaac wanted me there for some reason, and I was about to go and find out. Stepping into the hall, I shot a few glances around the room bouncing from person to person before it landed on Isaac. My heart seemingly twisting slightly at the sight of him. Damn, that man could clean up well. I made my way over to him, feeling eyes on me. Of course, because of the old fashioned professors and my tattoos. Either way, I went straight up to him and offered him a small smile. Not a full one showing everything I was feeling, but one to make it seem like he knew he fucked up. “Hey, kid.” I said softly, removing my vision from him.

{ and I’m letting it kill me }

tagged; Isaac Clarke.
notes; much easier <3
clothing; click me! the picture above resembles how the dress fits her, and how much her tattoos stand out {:
inspiration; cobwebs – motionless in white

[isaac clarke]

( this party is dull and uninviting

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His drink in hand, Isaac took a rather large swing of the hard liquor as his eyes scanned the room. People were finally starting to file in one at a time, some in groups and some with a date. He recognized several girls that he has had one night stands with, one of them shooting him a flirty smile, he returning the gesture. He grinned, knowing that if he wasn't to be meeting Chess here he probably would have pursued the vibes she was giving off. He put his glass to his lips to take another drink when he stopped, eyes falling upon the girl who stood out like a sore thumb. Chess Lincoln entered the room, Isaac so taken back by her appearance he didn't take that sip, merely place his glass on an unoccupied table and watched as she approached, a smile wide on his face. Her tattoos were vivid, her figure outlined so perfectly in the dress she was wearing. He wanted to just throw her over his shoulder and carry her to a place that they could be alone. But that would defeat the purpose and effort he put into getting ready. When she finally reached him Isaac caught her 'you fucked up,' disposition but he couldn't help but still smile at her. As soon as she looked away from him Isaac grabbed her around her waist and pulled Chess close to him, greeting her with a kiss. When he pulled back he still didn't let her go. "Baby, you are stunning" he told her with a smile, letting the pet name come from his mouth naturally.

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- - status; I<3quickplays haha xD let me know if I need to change anything c;
- - attire ; he looks like THHHIIIISS<3
- - lyrics ; here in my room - incubus

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[Chess Lincoln]

{ as I’m looking to the sky to count the stars }

The moment I felt his eyes on me, I felt a need to keep myself under wraps. To hide part of my feelings. But fuck, I really didn’t want to actually smile. That is, until he embraced me close to kiss me and spoke to me. He really knew how to get past my façade didn’t he? I chewed on my lower lip, raising my eyebrow slightly at him. “Baby, you are stunning.” Why thank you? Was I supposed to say that? Or did he actually mean it sincerely and not a ‘I want to be in your pants all day everyday’ type of thing? I just exhaled slowly and let the smile fade mostly from my lips. “Thanks, sweetie. So, I assume you know that we need to talk..” I said on a serious note, turning my head from him once more. “Maybe toward the outside half of the dinner area? Just.. more privately I guess.” My Finnish words came slowly from my lips and seemed to drag on forever.

{ I wonder if you see them where you are }

tagged; Isaac Clarke.
notes; ME TOO<3 it was lovely :3
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inspiration; walk on water or drown – mayday parade

[isaac clarke]

( you enter in full blown technicolor

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Hearing Chess talk Isaac's nervous feeling only got worse. It was strange, he didn't really know how to react because he didn't have this kind of feeling often. So he let his hands fall from her hips as he looked at her fading smile. "Yeah, I got that impression from your less then cheery attitude," he said, but not in a mean way. He knew they had to talk, he just wasn't looking forward to it. Whenever a girl wanted to talk it always ended badly for him - Dazy, being the leading evidence. He was expecting Chess to tell him the worst of things, that she no longer wanted to see him like Dazy did. The thought plagued his mind, he simply nodding to her request for a more private area. "C'mon, the patio out back is open for guests tonight," he said, taking her hand and leading her through the room and to the back doors. He glanced behind him to the workers and attendants of the dinner, making sure no wondering eyes were on them as they slipped through the door and out onto the back patio. It was seclude an quiet, the faint sound of music from inside filling the air. It was dimly lit by lanterns placed throughout the patio which gave it all a relatively nice glow. Isaac's eyes examined the area, his hand finally falling from Chess's as he leaned up against the wall of the building.

"So. Talk."

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- - status; c;
- - attire ; he looks like THHHIIIISS<3
- - lyrics ; here in my room - incubus

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[Chess Lincoln]

{ what have I become, my sweetest friend? }

I listened to the sound of his voice that now sounded less than enthused. I bit down on my lower lip slightly but just nodded, grasping his hand gently and thankful that he couldn’t feel the spark I felt whenever he touched me. Once we were outside, his hand drifted from mine and he leaned against the building wall. I looked away gently and kind of rubbed my left arm with my right hand trying to figure out how I could pick my words. “Well.. you already know how.. awkward it was in the whole tattoo shop with Dazy there, and I’m sure you can understand why; but that’s not what I wanted to talk about.” I kind of half laughed in a nervous way. I was sure that the whole tattoo shop and Dazy was what he thought I was going to talk about. But it wasn’t. “Anyway, as much as I’d love to deny this for the sake of our friendship and lust… I guess… I can’t keep living with myself knowing that I at least never told you how I really feel.” I looked at him straight in the eyes for a few seconds before losing my courage and looking away again.

I took a deep breath and shut my eyes for a few seconds. “Well fuck, what I’m trying to say is that I… I think I’m in love with you, Isaac.”

{ everyone I know, goes away in the end. }

tagged; Isaac Clarke.
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inspiration; hurt – johnny cash

[isaac clarke]

( you never give me your money

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Scratching the back of his neck, Isaac sighed and looked to the ground. It wasn't often he admitted his own mistakes, but he knew what happened in the tattoo shop was not only his complete fault but also something that shouldn't of happened. After everything was said and done he thought back to what Chess must have felt like, knowing she must not of been that pleased with how Isaac was so wrapped up in Dazy for certain moments, she being left out of their own inside jokes from many moons ago. But once she said that wasn't what she wanted to talk about Isaac grew curious, but still dwelled on the topic. "Listen, I know that was .. awful. I'm sorry, I shouldn't of invited her to come in when I got it done," he apologized, eyes floating back to her with a small smile on his face. He hoped she took the apology, Isaac not often apologizing because he normally wasn't wrong. Just obnoxiously truthful and rude, but that wasn't really something to be sorry for. At lest not in his eyes.

With her next set of words Isaac stared at her in disbelief. At first in curiosity until she said what she had to say, but it was clearly visible on his face that he was almost in shock, unknowing what to say or do at first. "I .. uh," Isaac started, fumbling with his words as he tried to think of a good response. He found himself in the most awkward position ever, and he didn't know what to do. "Fuck Chess, what happened to no strings attached no labels?" was the first thing he thought, so it was the first thing he said. He cleared his throat, pushing himself off the wall an moving toward her. "Well there is a big difference between I think and I know .." he said, hoping to investigate this matter a little bit further. He put his face in his hands for a moment, trying to process. "I've never loved anyone before - not myself, not Dazy, not my parents, It's such a huge word ..." he admitted, a bit of a fear hinting in his voice. He didn't know love, not at all. Even though he loved Chess, it was visible to anyone and everyone he still wouldn't admit it to himself or to her because he was Isaac Clarke. He was forever alone, living on alcohol and one night stands with people he would never see again. He didn't care about anything or anyone, why would Chess be able to change it?

Whatever the reason, she did, even if he was unaware.

Isaac sighed, letting his hands drop as he started talking again. "I admire you Chess, I really do - and I wish I could say the same thing back to you. But I can't. You're my best friend you know I care about you. You're the only person I care about, jesus you should know that too. But love? That's a little much," he explained, trying to do this the best way he could think of. He was tip toeing around word bombs right now, trying his best not to upset her with what he said. For once, he actually cared how someone would react to his words. "I can't do that again. You can't do that again, look what happened with Gage. And what happened with Dazy - lets just go back. To best friends, getting drunk and making out, but thats it. No more sex no more .. anything," he said, his voice slightly frustrated but not at her, just at the situation in general. "I'm sorry Chess but you deserve a better man, and I clearly am not him." he said, his right hand grabbing his left arm in nervous habit.

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- - status; 1.]sorry for the wait! 2.] sorry it's kinda long, haha I have a ton of muse for these two c; 3.] omg. writing that broke my heart. POOR CHESS. D':</3
- - attire ; he looks like THHHIIIISS<3
- - lyrics ; you never give me your money - the beatles

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[Chess Lincoln]

{ we fell by the way side, and slowly watched ourselves die; a lonely death in which no one cared and no one came }

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Never once did I lift my gaze from the ground to see his facial expression. I knew he would deny it, I knew he would do everything in his power to ignore the fact I layed out all my feelings here for him. But no, he brought up Gage. There were major differences between the two though. At least Isaac never just up and left me. We went our separate ways, yes, but we were aware of it. We weren’t as close then. In any case, what he said still struck a low blow. I shut my eyes for a few moments. “After everything I’ve done and I’m the one that deserves better? I cant imagine anyone better.. but it’s whatever. I understand I guess.” I paused and turned, shooting a dejected glance up at Isaac before looking toward the door. “You don’t have to accept it, I get it. I just can’t be around you without at least telling you. Now probably even more so I can’t be around you. Look, I’m sorry I fucked everything up but you know. It’s in my nature. I tend to fuck everything up.” Just then I took the chance and slipped through the door back into the dance and proceeded to make my way through the dinner, holding my breath occasionally to keep my strong composure and not just break down right there. It had been a long while since I had broken down, but this gave me a good enough reason too.

{ when the walls caved in we only had ourselves to blame. }

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inspiration; without the bitter the sweet’s not as sweet – mayday parade

[isaac clarke]

( i never give you my number

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That rejected look that Chess shot him was almost too much for Isaac to take. He wanted to just kiss her and tell her he loved her, but at the moment he thought of it to be a lie and Isaac could never tell a lie. He looked at her with a sorry face, not wanting to ever see that look on her face again. He never wanted to cause her pain, and even though he knew from the start that something like this would happen he still let his selfish needs and wants get in the way. He gave her that 'get the fuck out of here you're crazy' look when she said she always fucked things up, disagreeing completely. As he got ready to respond to her he didn't get the chance, she taking the shitty-ness of the situation and escaping through the door and back into the welcome dinner. He was not going to let things end this way with them, he lost Dazy on shitty terms and he wasn't going to let Chess go. He needed her in his life as at lest a friend, that much he knew. She said she couldn't be around him, but he wasn't going to let that stop him from running in after her. He hated himself for it somewhat, simply because of how shitty romance movie cliche it was, buy sometimes those moments happen in life. "Chess!" he called after her, watching her figure walk farther and farther away from him. "Hang on wait," he said, a few people staring at him running through the hall, their eyes falling upon he and Chess as he got in front of her, trying to stop her leaving. "Just ... stay. I asked you come to this stupid thing to make things better after the tattoo shop. Please. There's free alcohol and food .. you look beautiful. c'mon .."

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- - status; This is so awful<3 I can't wait until the halloween party haha c;
- - attire ; he looks like THHHIIIISS<3
- - lyrics ; you never give me your money - the beatles

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[Chess Lincoln]

{ and even if it's dark at least we'll be together }

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Honestly, as of right now i really didn't want to deal with Isaac and whatever it was that he had to talk about. Seriously, i was debating on how to tell him that i really couldn't be around him. Why couldnt he understand that? Comparing himself to Gage too. I mean, really? How much lower of a blow would that have been? because honestly, it was shitty. with him wanting me to stop, i just continued on until he finally said the last few things that made me stop short of the entrance which would become my exit, and turned to face him. "Just stay.. I asked you to come to this stupid thing to make thing better after the tatto shop. Please. There's free alcohol and food.. you look beautiful.. c'mon." Was he really trying to bribe me into staying? It started to hurt worse the more i gazed upon his face. So i dropped my vision from his face to the floor like a small child and shut my eyes, exhaling quietly. "Isaac. No. I'm sorry but its apparent that you don't understand. I've never been more sure about anything before. but you're pushing it off as if it's just a silly little high school crush that lasts for a week. I'm a grown woman, thank you. I should be able to make my own decisions." I bit down on my lower lip, glancing up at him and looking away immediately.

{ slowly sinking in the earth to lay forever }

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inspiration; without the bitter the sweet’s not as sweet – mayday parade

[isaac clarke]

( everybody says I outta get over myself

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At this point Isaac was no longer concerned with Chess's feelings. He was, for a few moments, but once she threw that 'take no prisoners' attitude in his face Isaac was done caring, though he wasn't sure he even cared at all to start with. He could think of several good reasons for her to stay, but all she was concerned about was how she couldn't be around him. He was heated. "Really? A grown woman? From where I'm standing you look more like a fucking child who can't keep sex as nothing more then sex," he started, unable to contain anything he had to say. "And to walk away from a friendship because of it? Real mature Chess, real mature," he told her, his eyes focused on her instead of anywhere else. "You can't even look at me. Pathetic," he told her with a shake of his head. "So go then. Be a grown woman and walk away from me. Just like Gage did to you. It's amazing how similar you two are, it really is," he told her his voice almost yelling now. A few people watched with gossip-filled eyes, whispering amongst themselves as they bickered in the middle of the dinner. "You know what? I'll make it easier on you, I'll walk away. That way you can cry about how I just up and left you like a piece of trash. It'll give you more fuel to your fucking sob story," he hissed, throwing his hands up in frustration and turning his back, making his way to the bar. God damn, he needed a drink. He turned around one more time to look at her, walking backward toward the bar as he did so. "And for the record, Dazy would have stayed."

Isaac turned his back once more, hands finding their way into his pockets as he walked. It was funny how much he regretted every word he said, even if he didn't show it. He gave an aggravated sigh, wanting nothing more then to fill his body with alcohol and be numb for a while, like he use to be all the time. He never needed a substance to make him forget or make himself comfortably numb before, but that was before Chess. that was before ... everything.

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- - status; oh isaac. What a jerk haha
- - attire ; he looks like THHHIIIISS<3
- - lyrics ; cant lose - we are scientists

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