dream ♦ 004

[nolessthanseven]

Warnings None.
Effects A sense of nervousness throughout; indecisiveness.

Isabelle opened up her eyes to a forest, dark and dreary - she felt almost as if she had been there before, a feeling of deja vu sweeping over her with a shudder. She hugged herself, running her hands over bare arms, gooseflesh making the threading white scars tracing from her wrists up to beneath her clingy shirt more obvious than usual.

A chilled wind brushed against her, lifting her hair over her shoulder, and nudging her forward; she never knew air to be that strong or suggestive with its directions, but followed with it, staggering into a slow jog. Jogging always kept her warm, after all.

She continued running, gaining more and more speed as she hurried past the trees, the wind trailing at her back; it didn't nothing to slow her down, instead pushing her even faster than her legs could carry her, even faster than her Shadowhunter genes and accompanying runes could take her. A small smile curved her lips, her eyes fluttering closed in glee before the wind stopped, pulling her to a stop at a crossroads.

Three roads, each leading off in a separate direction. No particular direction looked to be any more pleasant than the last - they all trailed off into the same forested nothingness than Izzy had come from. She cast a backward glance to the path behind her, disappearing into darkness cast by both the general lack of daylight and the harshly bending trees, bare of leaves now, as if the wind had swept them all away, torn them all from their homes.

She suppressed another shiver, this time at nothing but sheer anticipation. Her feet - and an inability to choose which road to take - kept her rooted to the spot, a light breeze now ruffling her hair and clothing, nipping at her bare arms and the leather of her boots. The very setting in which she stood was unnerving, the silence even more so; she couldn't help but start as a noise caught her slightly enhanced hearing, drawing her attention to the left.

Irial stepped out from the shadows, leaning against a tree casually. He stared at her, as deeply as if he could see into her very soul, before slowly offering a hand, a faint smile curving his lips. Isabelle stared back, heat rising to her cheeks; she knew that smile as well as any - it was rarely a good thing to see. Her hand twitched, the urge to reach out and touch him - even from meters away - striking her again. It was a subtle gesture, but the smile curved wider, as if he knew her every thought and whim.

There was another crunch to her right, black eyes darting there - Simon looked sheepish, his own eyes dropped to the stick he had stepped on and snapped. He always walked quietly enough to nearly be considered floating, another side effect of the vampirism, yet some human tendencies seemed to stick with him, like he couldn't shake the mundie he used to be. It brought a faint smile to her lips, a small tilt of her head as she recalled just how awkward he always was, especially around her. An affectionate smile, if anyone looked close enough.

Two roads, and two men in her life, most prominent at that point in time. The third road remained empty, the crossroads still silent as Simon's and Irial's gazes fell onto her, both boring into her as if willing her to do something.

It wasn't long before her attention was stolen yet again, this time by a faint call, a familiar voice scolding someone, and a too-loud reply. Max ran out of the darkness, grinning as he always did, Alec chasing after him, a frown furrowing his brows. At first, it was as if she weren't even there - Alec was too preoccupied with whatever mischief Max had gotten himself into that time. Finally, dark blue eyes glanced up to her, the frown fading as he tipped his head at her, a mimicry of her own expression, but more curious than her own.

Small shuffles all around, another faint breeze raising gooseflesh on the back of her neck; she let out a breath she hadn't realised she was holding before glancing down to her hands, her first Mark dark on her right hand. A smile pulled the corners of her mouth upward; her choice was made, however inadvertently. It always had been, ever since the day she was born, the day she got her first Mark.

[Isabelle goes on sleeping, rolling over simply in bed before the feed times out.]