"For the heart I never had..."
"For the child, forever gone
The music flows, because it longs
For the heart
I once had"
Who - Isaak, Grell
What - Grell's bait for the Heartless, and Isaak's not about to let his old plans spoil so easily
Where - Streets
When - During a Heartless attack
Warnings - None yet. :3
It was a nice night. Such a beautiful night, he'd thought, much like the night he killed - no, eliminated, that irritating Zagrev kid. He hadn't bothered with much these days, preferring to hang back and observe, but the Magier had a nagging thought at the back of his head.
He'd had it for a while now, but it seemed like a good time to check up. It had been ages since he'd seen the red Shinigami, and Isaak craved the company of other morbid beings. He'd have mused to himself "other morbid souls," but he wasn't entirely sure he had a soul anymore. He certainly didn't have a heart; he'd lost that a long time back. Maybe he'd lost himself the day he parted company with William- no, bad thoughts, nicht so gut, bad memories. Wasn't his involvement with der Orden his rebirth into life? Perhaps...
He slipped a smoke into his mouth, already lit. The scent of clove and tobacco wafted through the air, catching the attention of something unseen, just as he'd been moments ago in the shadows, stalking towards the idle Magician.
The old mage's thoughts were jarred from his head, as a small, bumbling child bumped his leg. No, not a child, its bulging eyes and colorless body were anything but human...now. Now? Was he even sure they'd been human once? ...Had he?
It amused Isaak, at how he was comparing himself to this...obviously dense creature, as it flopped around, hitting him repeatedly. It hurt, but it wasn't doing much damage. 'Hmm...' He had to muse; why wasn't this thing affecting him? ...Was it supposed to?
Ahead, a ruckus was afoot; should he lag behind, and watch, to see what it was these little monsters had in business here, or...No, something told him, it wasn't a good idea to just observe this time.
The music flows, because it longs
For the heart
I once had"
Who - Isaak, Grell
What - Grell's bait for the Heartless, and Isaak's not about to let his old plans spoil so easily
Where - Streets
When - During a Heartless attack
Warnings - None yet. :3
It was a nice night. Such a beautiful night, he'd thought, much like the night he killed - no, eliminated, that irritating Zagrev kid. He hadn't bothered with much these days, preferring to hang back and observe, but the Magier had a nagging thought at the back of his head.
He'd had it for a while now, but it seemed like a good time to check up. It had been ages since he'd seen the red Shinigami, and Isaak craved the company of other morbid beings. He'd have mused to himself "other morbid souls," but he wasn't entirely sure he had a soul anymore. He certainly didn't have a heart; he'd lost that a long time back. Maybe he'd lost himself the day he parted company with William- no, bad thoughts, nicht so gut, bad memories. Wasn't his involvement with der Orden his rebirth into life? Perhaps...
He slipped a smoke into his mouth, already lit. The scent of clove and tobacco wafted through the air, catching the attention of something unseen, just as he'd been moments ago in the shadows, stalking towards the idle Magician.
The old mage's thoughts were jarred from his head, as a small, bumbling child bumped his leg. No, not a child, its bulging eyes and colorless body were anything but human...now. Now? Was he even sure they'd been human once? ...Had he?
It amused Isaak, at how he was comparing himself to this...obviously dense creature, as it flopped around, hitting him repeatedly. It hurt, but it wasn't doing much damage. 'Hmm...' He had to muse; why wasn't this thing affecting him? ...Was it supposed to?
Ahead, a ruckus was afoot; should he lag behind, and watch, to see what it was these little monsters had in business here, or...No, something told him, it wasn't a good idea to just observe this time.