Oc: Isoldt - Tumblr Posts
wip wednesday
haven't done one of these in a while but I am finally able to share some new stuff
tagging @elinorbard (thank your for encouraging me to post today), @flamemittens, @femmeharel, @lamortwrites, and @rowanisawriter if you would like to share anything :) it isn’t wednesday anymore for some of you (it barely is for me) but consider it a WIP whenever
cw for dark urge typical content, though not too graphic in this section
She lingers there and feels the steady drumming of his heart. Isoldt could open her mouth, she could bare her teeth, and bite down, and tear. Through the breastplate and the membrane, through the skin and fat and muscle, she could carve clean to the heart of him. She could see for herself how black and shrunken it must be, how shaped by monstrous barbarity. It would be almost as if she held her own heart in her mouth, as if she finally managed to cough it up. How it would pitter in her hands like a little bird. Or something slier. Enver suddenly straightens, regaining his well-rehearsed composure. “You killed one of my men,” he says, his voice slightly stiff. Isoldt frowns as she recognizes the tenor. Here he is, again, unsettled. It is the first time she has heard the lilt of fear since the early days of their now-fraying partnership. “I did,” she mumbles against him. And did not. “We had an agreement,” he continues. She can feel his gaze burning into her, burrowing through the top of her skull. “An agreement that worked, mind you. Which you have now broken.” Isoldt pulls away enough to glare up at him. “And what would you do about it?” “Do not patronize me.” “Never, never,” she replies, both facetious and venomous in one turn. “I ask sincerely. What will you do? Maim me like one of your experiments? Kill me?” His eyes search for something. “Would you kill me, Enver?” She presses the issue yet again, failing to bite back a smile. He could not manage it, of course, but the thought is enticing enough. An inefficient kill. The antithesis of his grand machinations. “I would not give you such satisfaction.”