, agoraphobia [chess]

[isaac clarke]

TWO PEOPLE TOUCHING LIPS HANDS ON EACH OTHER'S HIPS ,
NOTHING ELSE IN THE WORLD BUT ONE ANOTHER.

If you told Isaac Clarke three months ago that he was going to be happy in a stable relationship he would of called you a fucking liar and made you leave his presence.

It wasn't like Isaac to care about anything or anyone, to have any attachments toward anything other than his art or have any generalized emotion toward life. He always just went with the flow, slept with the girls he found attractive, barely went to class and worked in his parents flower ship. It was a simple life that he liked so very much. He didn't have to answer to anyone for anything and in a sense he still doesn't, but life is a little bit more complicated for Isaac now. Though all those one nights stands were really his attempt of finding love he never thought he would actually find it - at lest not at his age. Three months ago he imagined himself growing old and gray alone, selling his art and being successful because a wife and family life wasn't in his equation. He imagined dying alone with no one a his side or to grief for him aside from any admirers he gained through his work. It was sad really, Isaac basically imagined his funeral like the beatles song elanor rigby. But that was all before Chess Lincoln walked back into his life at the bonfires. Why? Because when he looks at her he sees them growing old together.

The road had been bumpy and painful at first, but Isaac was head over heels for this girl, something that he never thought he would openly admit about anyone. After they finally got together after all the angst they put each other through Isaac wondered what the hell took him so long. Maybe it was because he never was in love before, or maybe it was because he was so blinded by his fear of caring for someone that pushed his feelings for her away. Lets be honest, the last girl he was falling for up and left him like it was nothing, and it left some kind of mark on him. But Chess wasn't like Dazy, they were two completely different people. Even though Isaac still considered Dazy one of his closest friends Chess was his best friend. His lover. His girlfriend. Just the mere thought made Isaac grin, he actually happy. For the first time in his life he could say 'Yes, I have an emotion toward my life and it is pure happiness.' Love was everything he thought it would be, if not more.

Being with Chess brought out the best in him and he knew it. In his art, in his speech, in just his being. Hell, there were days that he just stopped by to give her a kiss before class. That was something he would have never done for anyone else and never has, but he would do it for her. Chess was literally his better half and he was proud to flaunt her about town and at parties. Though they haven't been living in the limelight as much lately because Isaac has been so wrapped up in his art projects they still see each other at lest once a day. With his art show approaching quickly he was spending a lot more time in the studio were it was to be held, he preparing and finishing up the art he had been working on. He would be out of his apartment early and staying at the studio late. It was tiresome and tedious work, but Isaac loved it almost as much as Chess. Almost. It wasn't until he took a breather that he realized that he actually hasn't seen Chess since the day before last, he sitting on his stool covered in paint and charcoal. He shook his head a bit. "No no no. this will not do," he said to himself, wiping his forehead before wiping his hands off on a paint stained rag and grabbed his phone out of his pocket.

The two were basically inseparable since she started sporting his high school class ring, but the past few days were very hectic for Isaac. He not only had a ton of class work but he also was starting to advertise his art show, which was a pain in the ass. Typing up a quick text message he shot it to Chess, putting his phone back in his pocket and walking through the painting littered area. He grabbed a large gray cloth and covered up what he was currently working on, not wanting Chess to see the main attraction to his art show - it was to be a surprise the night of the show and he would not have it ruined. Other paintings laid around, mostly concerning contorted human figures and animals, Isaac drawing them in his own unique way. Most of them seemed to focused on the theme of the circus, the largest canvas (aside of the picture of Chess he was drawing and just covered up) was of Emi Duprae, she being the inspiration for the circus themed art show. His pictures were some what creepy, others were drastically pretty and others were just .. odd. He loved them all and took a lot of time working on them. He just hoped that everyone else would appreciate it when the time came.

Turning on the lights in both of the main rooms, Isaac sat on his stool, removing the painting he just covered up and replaced it with the one of Emi so he could finish it up. It was almost done, just needed a few more finishing touches.

So I have a serious problem. It's dinner time, and not only am I starved but I need some lovin' if I ever hope to make it through the night. I'm at the studio - meet met here? -isa <3

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- - status; DONE. awe. I feel like that was cute xD
- - tags; kain with chess! <3
- - lyrics - agoraphobia - incubus

[Chess Lincoln]

{ & you want resizing, }

Things were changing fast for me. And I didn’t know exactly how to handle it. Maybe it was the dreams I had been having in the past couple days. All of them to do with Isaac and a future. Something that I could’ve never imagined when I was with Gage or Alex. The future was blank, nothing, zero thoughts of growing old. Yet here I was, seeing Isaac in everything I did. Today was no exception. The light filtered in through my window, but I continued to stay in my dream like state. I was a napper, what could I say? By the time I finally woke up, I wore a gentle smile on my face. Something that hadn’t been there constantly ever before. Until now, with Isaac. Everything seemed almost storybook like. I was a love-struck Snow White and he was my Prince Charming there to rescue me from the poisoned apple. That poisoned apple was my heart. He saved me from the worst feelings I think I had ever felt in my entire life.

And I managed to wake up to a text from my Prince Charming. “So I have a serious problem. It’s dinner time, and not only am I starved but I need some lovin’ if I ever hope to make it through the night. I’m at the studio – meet me here? –isa <3” My grogginess from the night before transferred and I had to read the message around three times before I realized that he wanted me to go meet him. It clearly stated that, but I didn’t notice that. I had fallen asleep after a photoshoot. So my once red makeup was pouring down the sides of my face in how I slept. It actually looked really stylish, as well as my red and black hair that I had just recently died that Isaac hadn’t seen quite yet. A wonderful surprise right? Well, I resulted in not getting all dolled up. I didn’t have to redo anything I had on. I’d just go like this; he probably wouldn’t notice anyway. “Sure, love. I’ll forewarn you though, I just woke up from a nap after a photoshoot and I’m not gonna spend the time to fix all my makeup and shit. See you soon, <3” I quickly sent back before looking around for my hair brush.

Running it through my hair a few times to take the tangles out, I looked at myself in the mirror and sighed slightly to myself. How was it that when I fell asleep in red eyeshadow that it ran down the sides of my cheeks slightly and mixed with the pattern of my pillow to make it fashionable? It was odd, but for the first time in what seemed like forever, I would admit to myself that I was pretty. Why did I finally realize this? Because I had Isaac. The only guy I found attractive anymore. The only adorable, amazing, funny, stunning, loving guy that everyone wanted. And he was mine. I had the ring to prove it. his ring that pretty much never came off. It was just one of the little things that I loved and couldn’t get enough of with how much I loved the fact he got over himself enough to actually do this for me; but to do it for him as well. It was huge for him to admit that he was in love and I was truly proud of him for doing that. It didn’t seem like much, but for Isaac Clarke, it was almost mind blowing. But he did it.. For me, none-the-less. And I couldn’t feel any more special as I did in that moment.

I finally found everything I needed and my car keys and quickly set a plate of food down for my little cat before stepping out of the apartment of mine again. I headed straight to the studio, not stopping for anything. It had been awhile since I had seen Isaac, and I knew he would love my new red hair. I honestly didn’t want anything else to mess with this surprise. So parking, I pulled my hood up to hide most of my hair except for the black while I opened the door to his studio. Stepping in, I stayed quiet so I could possibly determine what room he was in. When I finally figured it out, I noticed him sitting there on a stool, placing a photo of Emi. I adored that girl. She was a sister to me and I couldn’t help but to love her even more for all that she put up with me. I stayed silent until I got to Isaac. “Hey there, cutie.” I said softly, my Finnish accent bright and happy as I ran my hands gently down his chest until I rested with my head just barely above his shoulder with my arms crossed along his torso. “I have a surprise for you! Are you ready?” I murmured with a small laugh before letting him go and stepping back more into a full view for him.

Taking my hood down, the red and black curls fell down my shoulders and I couldn’t help but to show off. “Isnt it pretty?” I laughed, feeling like a little kid again. The light from the windows of the room filtering off of my vibrant red hair and glistening from the ring that signified whose I was.

{ but darling dear, get a grip. }

tagged; Isaac Clarke.
notes; :D yay cuteness. oh and she looks exactly like she does in the pic above; only the pattern on the side of her face was from her pillow :P
inspiration; lyrical lies – cute is what we aim for

[isaac clarke]

MY GIRL IS MINE, SHE IS THE WORLD ,
SHE IS MY GIRL

As Isaac continued to work on his portrait of Emi he couldn't help but let his mind wonder to food. If he had to prioritize everything on his mind right now it would be in the simple order of seeing Chess, getting something to eat and then his art. It was unusual for his art to be taking third place in his priorities but Isaac was only human. He had to eat and he had to see the love of his life because her presence was simply intoxicating. He licked his lips a bit as he dabbed his brush in some paint and continued to add some shading and more intense colors to the portrait of Emi. Maybe chinese .. he thought to himself, Isaac knowing the best little Chinese place not far from here. They even deliver, which would be perfect considering Isaac didn't really want to go anywhere. He was a lazy guy - just because he fell in love doesn't mean everything about him changed. His posture was even sightly slouched on his stool as he painted, Isaac only stopping to hear the sound of his phone go off. Pausing he look around for a place to put his palette of colors, placing everything down before wiping his hands off once more an reaching for his phone. He grinned, reading the text from Chess and putting his phone back into his pocket.

How many guys can say they date a model? Not many, and Isaac was beyond ecstatic that he was one of them. Lets be honest, Chess Lincoln is one of the most unique and gorgeous girls on either of the two school campuses, not to mention that sexy ass finnish accent always made him weak in the knees. He didn't bother replying, knowing that she was going to be here somewhat soon. So he sat back down on his stool and picked up his palette again, the soft sound of music playing in the background as he continued with each stroke, humming lightly to the chorus of Queen's Fat Bottom Girls. Isaac was a fan of the classics, so when he painted he mainly listened to the classic rock station that was around Outlier. He was so concentrated and intrenched in what he was doing he didn't notice when Chess entered the foyer of the Studio, it having three main rooms - each bigger than the other the farther you proceeded into the building. Isaac was in the very back room, the front two being a hot mess from his lack of motivation to actually hang his paintings let alone organize it in a fashionable way. When Chess's arms wrapped around down to his chest Isaac jumped a bit because he was so startled, Luckily his brush wasn't to the canvas otherwise it would have caused him to make a streak he did not want to be there. He laughed a bit, placing his things down as he spun around to greet her. But before he could grab her and pull her in for a kiss she was already standing away from him, Isaac watching curiously.

"Surprise …?" he asked, his voice drifting off a bit as he watched as she removed her hood, revealing the new black and red hair that she started to sport. His first thought was wow, his second thought was had it really been that long since I've seen her? He didn't say anything at first, just watched her like he was surveying a blank canvas for the first time. He put his fingers to his chin as if he was thinking and got to his feet and approached her slowly. He took in her appearance, noting that her make up was a bit messed up but it was actually fashionable. "My dear you look elegantly disheveled," he grinned a bit, his first comment not making any impression on her hair. He eventually reached where she stood, standing close to her as he looked down to her. He examined her hair graciously, one arm resting across his chest as the other played with the loose strands around her face. He loved the red, but he still remained silent for a moment. Mainly just to mess with Chess. "I don't like it," he started, his hand no longer playing with her new hair and cupped her jawline gently. "I love it. I've always wanted to date a red head," he grinned cheekily, placing a kiss on her lips before his arms found their way around her waist and he pulled her into an embrace. He rested his head on hers and swayed ever so lightly to the sound of faint music in the background. "You could shave your head an you'd still be the most beautiful girl I know," he told her, taking in a deep breath. It felt nice to be with her, it was like all the tension in his body vanished.

"Please tell me you can spend the night at my place tonight. I think there is a monster in my closet and I need protecting," he grinned a bit, pulling back from the embrace so he could look to her. One hand went back to playing with her hair for a moment before as he waited for her response.

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- - status; ;D
- - tags; kain with chess! <3
- - lyrics - blue sunday - the doors

[Chess Lincoln]

{ & dance with our hearts on fire, }

Smiling brightly to Isaac, I knew that not kissing him right away would make him crave it. I was horrible that way, but it was all in good fun and playfulness. Nothing to hurt him. That was the least thing I would ever want to do. Never in a million years did I ever want to hurt him. I waited on him in the silence that he got revenge on me for and I couldn’t help but to keep that smile on my face. I got Goosebumps every time I saw this man. Why? Because he was mine. I got to claim him and no one else could. That really made me the happiest person ever alive though, in reality. I was content, happy, excited, loved, and best of all; successful. I was making a fuckton of money. So everything seemed to go in my favor.

Finally his voice hit my ears and his hands extended to play with my hair. My duotoned red and black hair. I just stayed there with a smile on my face. “I don’t like it.” I heard him say, but there was something in his voice that told me he had more to add to what he was saying. “I love it. I’ve always wanted to date a red head.” I just smirked to him and shrugged lightly; feeling his gentle touch on my jawline before I kissed him back, content as could be. I wrapped my arms around his neck and basically comforted myself in his arms for a few before we moved along with the music in the background. A serene little setting that almost seemed theatrical, or unreal. But here it was, happening. “You could shave your head and you’d still be the most beautiful girl I know.” I smiled, trying not to show the happiness I had in my stomach that was fluttering like a butterfly on a sugar trip.

“Please tell me you can spend the night at my place tonight. I think there is a monster in my closet and I need protecting.” I laughed at the tone in his voice and let him move back a little bit before I leaned foreward and rested my head on his chest. “Awe, is the big badass Mr. Isaac scared?” I teased him before taking a deep breath and nuzzling him playfully before leaning back slightly so I could look at him. “I planned on staying the night, love. And I’ll protect you with this guns.” I winked at him playfully before exhaling in a laugh.

{ ‘cause every song is ours tonight. }

tagged; Isaac Clarke.
notes; short, sowwy!
inspiration; take this to heart – mayday parade

[isaac clarke]

MY GIRL IS MINE, SHE IS THE WORLD ,
SHE IS MY GIRL

There was no better feeling for Isaac then having Chess in his arms. It was a strange mix of emotions, not just feeling the love from her body flowing into his, but it was also a protective feeling as well. Isaac never cared about another person the way he does about Chess, and every moment she wasn't at his side, holing his hand or wrapped up in his arms he felt like she was vulnerable to others. It was his job to protect her, keep her out of harms way and safe. He took that thought and notion to heart, Isaac unable to explain how he would feel if something were to happen to her. He grinned a bit, feeling her face buried in his chest he rested him chin on her for a moment, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist to keep her from going anywhere. His grin only furthered at her next comments, he letting out a small laugh as his eyes wondered around the studio. "Of course I am. The boogey man eats people like me - good looking, talented, amazing girlfriend. Secretly he wants to be me just so he can have you," he said in a worried voice, still grinning slightly.

Feeling her pull back Isaac loosened his grip around her and looked at her as well, happy to hear that she was going to be spending the night. He let out a small laugh and kissed her forehead before speaking again. "It never was hard to get you into my bed," he grinned cheekily, taunting her lightly before letting her go, his hand finding hers as he gestured for her to follow as he lead her to the painting of emi. "I want your opinion on something," he said, not having showed Chess the Emi painting yet he wanted her opinion. Plus as a fellow artist she would be able to give more pointers that his tired eyes couldn't see. He stopped when they were behind the stool, his eyes scanning it over the painting. "I know you know Emi and I haven't shown this to her yet, you think she'll like it?" Isaac asked, particularly proud of the painting. "I don't know, I just feel like something is missing .."

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- - status; SHORT ICK. The painting looks like This by the way, except it's emi and instead of flowers in her hair it's circus related things. :3
- - tags; kain with chess! <3
- - lyrics - blue sunday - the doors

[Chess Lincoln]

{ you remind her, that your future, }

I smiled, cuddling close to him in a little bit of a lonely way. Almost as if his touch was something that revitalized my very being to existence. It a way it kind of had. But in another way, it was possible that I had just been too long without him. My arms extended and tightened just enough to rest against him lightly with his arms around me and his head on my head. “Of course I am. The boogey man eats people like me – good looking, talented, amazing girlfriend. Secretly he wants to be me just so he can have you.” I laughed slightly. “Me? i’d never be a boogie man’s lover. That’d be really…. Creepy. I’ll be yours and only yours okay?” I laughed some before smiling to him brightly.

When I pulled back, he made a comment about sleeping over at his place for the night. I just laughed. “You sure about that? I’m thinking it’s from how gorgeous I am that you would stop at nothing but to beg me to get in your bed.” I shot a wink at him before the conversation got serious. “I want your opinion on something. I know you know Emi and I haven’t shown this to her yet, you think she’ll like it? I don’t know, I just feel like something is missing.” He revealed the painting to me and I was slightly awestruck. I honestly was. I looked at it here and there tilting my head, looking at all the details to make it carnivalish. I looked at it for a few moments before looking back at him. “I’m thinking.. what if at the bottom you were to add a kind of realistic carousel horse? Like just the head and maybe a little bit of the back but have the pole come up before her face and turn into the hair of hers and the mane of the horse or whatever could be realistic? I don’t know, just throwing out an idea.” I laughed to him before stepping over to him and hugging him lightly. “I’m going to go drop off my stuff in your room.” I said softly before letting him go. If he followed me, then he would. If he didn’t, that’d be okay too. I went ahead and grabbed my bag of clothes and stuff and headed to his room to drop it off.

{ would be nothing without her. }

tagged; Isaac Clarke.
notes; short, sowwy!
inspiration; kissing in cars - pierce the veil