` regrets by tv light

[Chess Lincoln]

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I’M NOT AFRAID, AT LEAST NOT TO DIE,

My eyes travelled delicately along his skin, gracefully as his words hit my ears about being ticklish. I easily just nodded with a bashful glance. Hoping that he wouldn’t take the chance to get ticklish with me. I gently kissed him back after he remarked, and smiled with quite some content. My eyes shutting lightly as his head rest by the tattoo. My mind flashing back through all the moments that we had together, and I could feel my mind and heart yearn more toward Isaac as opposed to Gage. The name just seemed like letters now, almost. The difference was the moment I heard his voice or his name, my heart would skip a beat or two. I was set with counting my heartbeats before the steady rhythm was interrupted as he spoke to me. “This really means a lot that you got this done. I wish I could return the favor, but I’ll draw you whatever you want!” I just nodded with a gentle laugh.

“You’re letting me tattoo you.. that’s enough of a return, I do believe.” My Finnish words poured on my lips like a sweet serum. “It came out wonderful – better than the blurry memory I remember.” I just let a gentle laugh escape before my eyes opened and I watched as he shifted himself, grabbing my corset and tossing it off the bed. “You don’t need that.” He said before sliding to my side and I turned as well to face him, gently running my left hand from his neck down, finding a few tattoos to trace, when I noticed one I hadn’t seen before. I let the little thought shift in my mind before I heard his words. “So when are you doing my new tattoo, hmm?” I smiled brightly at him. “Anytime, doll. I do work tomorrow in the morning and evening. So, I could put you in for an appointment.” I tilted my head slightly, my green gaze sticking to him. “What was it that you wanted again? Or were you giving me free reign?” I gently laughed.

Biting down on my lower lip some to play with my lip ring, I let a few minutes pass. “Speaking of tattoos, this one seems new.” My smile stayed as I ran my fingers gently across the lines of it. It was shinier and obviously fresher but completely healed as opposed to the faded color of the other ones. I kept my gaze on it, curious as to who did it. Usually I worked with a bunch of guys, but never had I seen Isaac come in before. If I wasn’t working, some other chick was. It was kind of a switching thing. We both had our different stations and different set ups, and definitely different ways to tattoo alone. So my curiosity ran around like a dog chasing its tail. I let my green eyes travel from the unfamiliar tattoo back to his eyes, searching his face.

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I'M AFRAID TO LIVE AND NOT REMEMBER WHY.

outfit; here.
tagged; Isaac Clarke
notes; iloveit<33 x.x sorry since its shortish.. when I get a plot in my head, the parts leading up drag on for me, so my mind shuts off. xD
translation; --
inspiration; lapse – envy on the coast.

[isaac clarke]

IF IT CAME DOWN TO IT WOULD YOU HIGH-TAIL IT HOME AND HIDE?
( OR DANCE ON FIRE AND ENJOY THE RIDE )

Isaac's offer to draw Chess came with anterior motives. He did offer it as something for her in return, but he also wanted to draw her. She would be the perfect human model, in his opinion. He grinned at the thought, yet another chance to get to see her wonderful body almost completely naked. "Hang on, I don't think you understand," he said, eyes still staying connected to hers. "It was also a demand. So you need to figure out when you have the time to swing by so I can get this done," he said, not really giving her the option to say no. He doubted she would have said no anyways, she understands as a fellow artist. Not to mention he needs more practice with drawing actual people, he doesn't do it often. Isaac likes to keep his skills as sharp as they can be. Not to mention with school starting soon who knew what kinds of projects he was going to have. He was taking an independent study this term, which means an art show at lest twice during the term if not at the end. Maybe he'd use what he draws of her in the show - who knew.

His thought was broken when her finish accent danced along his ears, it sent shivers down his spine. The mention of her schedule made him immediately start to break apart his day tomorrow, which led to his headache becoming more noticeable then it was before. Tomorrow he was actually suppose to work in his parents shop, picking up the extra shift when his mother asked him to. He could have just blown it off but he didn't want to, his mother rarely asked him to work on a certain day. He bit his bottom lip, not wanting to put it off but knew it had to. For once he was actually being responsible. "I can't tomorrow - what about the day after?" he asked curiously, smiling brightly at her and placing a kiss on her lips, apologetic for not being able to come in tomorrow. "My mom never asks me to work, and of course she asked me to work in the shop tomorrow," he said, a slight hint of annoyance obvious in his voice. He loved his mom, even if it prevented him from spending the time he wanted with Chess.

Feeling her finger run along his neck he shut his eyes to the touch, he growing tired and her touch feeling electric. When he felt her fingers run along the newest tattoo he had he opened his eyes and looked down at the red ink that marked his skin. When Isaac asked Chess about Gage he didn't expect to have to tell his story of a girl who left him. Dazy really wasn't that big of a deal to him as far as the love factor goes, but more of a dent to his ego. Not to mention he always hates loosing people he considers actual friends - someone like Dazy, he considering her a best friend - it was a rather hard on him. He didn't show it and played it off just like every other girl he had been with. "Yeah, that," he said, slightly upset with Chess for picking up on it. Being a tattoo artist, he shouldn't of expected anything less. "A friend of mine, Dazy, gave it to me a while back," he said, a while back for him only meaning about 6 months or so. "She was kinda like you, I guess. Similar things happened for a while and she called it off," he said, feeling like he owed her some kind of explanation. He realized that comparing her to someone he was with before was probably not the best idea, even more so when she was laying shirtless in his arms. "I didn't love her or anything. Just lost my best friend at the time. Shit sucked," he said with a shrug, not caring much about it, not anymore. He hasn't seen her in ages, and it wasn't like she was going to pop up somewhere. He offered her a smile before a yawn broke his mouth open once more.
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`status; c; So it's hard to find good pictures of his tattoos. ;___; But here is one photo - CLICK ME PLZ - We'll say the newest one is the red tattoo, she's going to be doing the black one. c; It's of Geishas too so (; Thought it'd be cute c: Aaaaaaannd The day he has to work could be the day he ran into Dazy xD
` lyrics; pendulous threads - incubus

[Chess Lincoln]

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DECEPTION, AN OUTRAGE! DISGRACE, FOR SHAME.

Cuddling up to him, I listened to his words before smiling slightly. “I can’t tomorrow – what about the day after? My mom never asks me to work, and of course she asked me to work in the shop tomorrow.” Nodding lightly, I just offered him a gentle smile. “I understand, love.” I paused with a small laugh. “Then again, my parents are probably dead or in jail by now.. so I’ll take your word for it.” I resulted in a small smile. Probably my sick nature to be happy about the fact that my parents were dead or would be dead soon. Then again after all the shit that they did to me, one could only hope that they would die soon. Then, my mind returned back to the whole thing about the new tattoo that I hadn’t seen before.

“Yeah, that. A friend of mine, Dazy, gave it to me a while back. She was kinda like you, I guess. Similar things happened for a while and she called it off. I didn’t love her or anything. Just lost my best friend at the time. Shit sucked.

[/color]” Nodding slightly, I bit down on my lower lip slightly, playing with my lip ring as I tried to think of how to reply. “So I see. It makes sense. Its happened to me before.” I paused, taking the few seconds to kind of hint at the whole Gage and Alex leaving me at the same time to be left alone. That shit sucked too, but I loved them. That was a difference, I guess. I took a deep breath and rested my head on the little pillow in the sea or red sheets before looking down and pausing for a few moments.

“Dazy, you say? That name sounds familiar.” I said softly. Letting my curiosity get the best of me. “Dazy Danzing…? I switch shifts with her. So she’s working right now since I’m not. I’m pretty sure she has shit against me.” I said curiously, playing with my lip ring but staying the same way. My mind drifting off again. If she had shit against me already, who’s to say that she wouldn’t have more against me, knowing that I was with Isaac right now. The thought made my heart pulsate slowly. Not like I wasn’t one to love to cause trouble. But I felt like shit would get tense within the shop, even if we didn’t work together. I shut my eyes lightly keeping my thoughts reverberating around the whole issue while I layed there with Isaac.

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EVIL AS PLAIN AS THE SCAR ON HIS FACE.

outfit; here.
tagged; Isaac Clarke
notes; THIS POST IS HORRIBLE. I apologize entirely… my muse kinda ran away with the whole Kovu post. XD
translation; --
inspiration; lion king 2

[isaac clarke]

LIGHT LIKE A FEATHER, BRIGHT LIKE A DYING STAR. CUT THOSE TOGETHER
( GIRL, THAT IS WHAT YOU ARE )

When Chess talked about her parents it made Isaac slightly curious. He didn't know much about them, Chess only telling him a few things here and there over the years. He wasn't sure why everyone who came to outlier had such bad family problems, not that he was judging. It just seemed shocking to him that so many awful people made some many children and they all ended up here. At lest that is what it seemed like to him. Isaac always thought that the world was a terrible place, but the more he thought about someone causing Chess any sort of pain made him pull her closer. It was his way of saying 'i'll protect you from those awful people,' and he really would try his best. The thought arose in his head to have her actually meet his parents - they are pretty good with strangers. Kind of. As embarrassed as he was of them maybe Chess will do well with their hippie status. They were fine with Dazy, but she was already grown into the hippie lifestyle. Chess, was not. He erased the thought from his mind, knowing that if the time came he would bring her to the shop. Or to their house, whichever worked out better. But right now his intentions with Chess were purely based on lust, no need to bring a fuck buddy home to meet the parents, right?

When she started talking about Dazy Isaac felt a sick feeling in his stomach. "Blah," Isaac said, resting his forehead against hers and sighing, shutting his eyes. "Just thinking about her makes me want to puke sometimes," he confessed, laughing slightly at his own idiocy. It wasn't that he missed her or that he still loved her, he was just bitter about everything that happened still. He was over it, he was calm and collected - he just spent so much time picking his brain about why things went wrong, where they took the wrong turn. But he could never actually get a logical reason other then the fact that she just didn't want him anymore. The thought of having to see her again was one of mixed feelings, knowing that seeing her would bring back all kind of shitty feelings. But maybe he could get some answers out of her. "She has it out for you? PSH," he said, smiling brightly as he finally opened his eyes. "You'd romp her," he told Chess in confidence. Maybe at this point his opinion was biased but who cared. It wasn't like he was going to see Dazy. She wouldn't be there when he got his tattoo done, and as far as he was concerned she was dead and gone.

A yawn passing by his lips Isaac felt his eyes getting heavy. "Lets not talk about her anymore. The past is the past," he asked, more of a personal favor than anything else. Not to mention he was much more interested in Chess than someone from his past. Letting his eyes come to a close once more he yawned again, lack of oxygen and exhaustion taking full hold. "I'm sleepy," he admitted.
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`status; /explodes
` lyrics; switchblade - incubus
` inspiration; these woods aren't safe for us - bury tomorrow

[Chess Lincoln]

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REAL EYES REALIZE REAL LIES

I just kept a gentle smile on my face; forcing it on so that everything that Isaac said was sure not to bother me. I was content on the outside, but on the inside it was driving me crazy. I chewed my lower lip slightly. The headache was pulsating slowly in the back of my mind reminding me that it was there, ever so slowly. I grumbled softly with a gentle tired laugh. “You’d romp her.” Oh really now? I couldn’t help but to just smile at him playfully and nuzzle into his chest a tiny bit closer. Keeping my eyes shut, all I felt was the warmth of the covers, his body, and his breath. With every second, my heart was yearning closer to him no matter how much I pulled away.

“I’m sleepy.” The phrase hit my ears and I nodded slowly. “Naptime!” I said with a slight amount of exhausted excitement. My eyes staying shut before I kept myself close to him and my mind wrapped around the headache and disappeared within my exhaustion as I finally drifted off into a more bittersweet sleep. I wasn’t going to lie, I was content, happy, and slowly falling in love no matter how much I wanted to deny it.

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<3

outfit; here.
tagged; Isaac Clarke
notes; short, but this post is finished <3
translation; --
inspiration; tumblr!