LOG; but i'm only as bad as the maker who made me; ISAIAH + ODETTE
Backlogged to after Van's visit ( this log ).
The house seemed far more still now, company could be a contagious thing Odette found and Van's absence did not go unnoticed. It was a temporary thing of course, it would be gone tomorrow. Or in a few hours when Isaiah got home. She was glad that the General of Paris had visited and that he was on the same page as her. Having to be weary of him would've been disappointing.
Taking a knife from the kitchen, Odette opened an apple, cutting it into small pieces and setting them on a plate before taking that back to the couch, wearing one of Isaiah's shirt as a bathrobe of some kind.
Despite having prepared the plate, Odette was not expecting to eat it at all, she couldn't eat. Not... since Will. And if it had been Adelle... he had put her in a tricky position now. Very tricky one.
As amusing as he had found the General of Paris, Isaiah hadn't wanted to linger while he was visiting Odette-- not that he could, since he had prior engagements, so it had all worked out well. He had taken his time outside by the car, smoking a cigarette, before letting himself into the home.
"I'm home," he called, loosening his tie. Hm. She was wearing one of his shirts again, something that was becoming a more frequent occurrence. Well, he didn't mind. Isaiah wondered absently how Van had enjoyed his stay. Odette wasn't the warmest of people but she had seemed rather fond of the man.. well, he approved more of him than the other men she took a liking to.
But he doubted that Van was the reason why Odette had that expression on her face. Perhaps part of the reason, but not all of it.
Odette had taken a liking to his shirts, while they couldn't replace his company, they provided a certain security that she had come to need more and more frequently. Isaiah probably knew that better than she did, Odette would never give into such weak reasoning, as far as she was concerned she wore it because she liked to. That was all.
"Welcome home." She glanced up from her place on the couch, perched on the very end, Odette watched him before she went on. "How was your meeting?"
"Boring," he answered with a laugh. "Nothing much of interest to speak of. I take it Van has made his departure, then?"
Isaiah took a seat next to her, not too close but comfortably enough. It was unlikely that she would even eat the food she had before her, wasn't it, he observed.
Odette offered him a smile, not surprised by his answer, "Yes, he couldn't delay." None of them could, "It was good of him to stop by." She was choosing the words carefully, neutral but also a certain note of appreciation for Van and the fact he had come by.
It had become a vicious cycle not eating, sleeping, doing order business, repeat. Train, kill, patrol, supervise the order business, sleep, forget to eat again. Only when Isaiah was around and made her eat did she try it.
He nodded, understanding. Van was a businesslike man, very precise and driven in all that he did. It was easy to see why she had clicked with him.
"You haven't eaten any of that yet, have you," he remarked, looking at her plate.
There were very few people in this world who would ever be able to understand her, Van was one of those, so it made sense why they got along well. Odette shook her head, "No, help yourself if you want. I can't eat."
Too much to think of. "I think we have a problem." With Isaiah she could speak frankly about everything. "I found Wilhelm in his apartment today, in a coma." There, nothing to it, as if the weather was being discussed.
Oh.
So that was it, then. And though Odette's voice didn't falter or hesitate while she delivered the news he could detect a note of anxiety underlying the words.
He reached out a hand to set atop hers, as a comforting gesture. And for once, the ever-present smile on his face had settled into a grim line. Even he knew when the situation called for seriousness.
"What did the doctors say?"
"They have no idea as to what may have caused his condition." Odette replied, "I don't know what could've happened yet, perhaps I should consult the Oracle, see if they have something to say." If they didn't reply then maybe the answer was obviously in her reach somehow.
Silence fell again as Odette stared down at his hand over hers thoughtfully. She moved her free hand to brush her fingers across the back of his hand in a 'thank you' sign.
The Oracles usually weren't helpful when it came to giving answers, but it was better than nothing.
"It wouldn't hurt to try, of course."
It was silent as Isaiah took a moment to sort his thoughts, before he broke the silence again.
"You suspect something, don't you. The General of the Black Order didn't seem like such a man but something this sudden, to Wilhelm of all people, is certainly unusual."
Isaiah doubted that Faramond or his Knights would pull something like this, though, with all their prattle about morality and whatnot.
"It cannot be fully discarded, maybe they have a new knight with abilities. We cannot be sure who has replaced Noelle." Still, she knew herself it was a very unlikely scenario, but that didn't make her feel any better. The Black Order were the enemy. "No one knew he was my brother but us. Even Faramond den Adelle was unaware of his existence. However, what Faramond does know is the importance of my soldiers."
Odette wanted answers soon.
Without Will... she felt a little lost.
Whether she got those answers or not, would it make her feel much better? Isaiah doubted it. It had never worked for him.
"When my mother died," Isaiah started thoughtfully, knowing she would wonder why he was changing the subject so suddenly. "I knew the reasons behind her death immediately. But it wasn't until I killed the one responsible that I felt somewhat comforted."
She would understand why he had brought it up.
Isaiah was very private, he opened up rarely about things in the past and so his words caused her to look and feel surprised. How much did she liked those words and simply how much comfort they brought her, more than any other things she had been doing before.
Odette smiled, lifting one hand to rest it against Isaiah's cheek as she leaned close, much in the same way she had with Van, but different. She looked up at him lowering her voice but not faltering. "Then, I'll do that, I'll kill them all."
In the end...
He smiled back, the expression coming easily at her words.
"Who shall we start with?"
There was no one to appeal to the her better nature. Will had been the last person close to her in that position. The last person she had cared what he thought of when she killed others. Now... well.
Odette brought her arms around his neck, resting her cheek against his shoulder, "It doesn't matter, whoever gets in my way first."
"And you'll stay with me."
One of his arms went around her waist as he held her closer to him. To Isaiah, this was her better nature, what people like Faramond and Wilhelm couldn't appreciate as he did.
"Of course."
Jesus, whatever she had done with Van was still affecting her thoughts by the way she was clinging to Isaiah, closer and more suggestive than their usual mechanical close touches. How weird, the realization that Van and Isaiah shared a few things in common.
"Isaiah."
Odette shifted to kiss him, the second time today she had kissed someone unexpected. And then for a very brief moment, the Gate didn't matter at all, but the urge to destroy everything remained.
They did share a few things but they had lived completely different lives. Had Van known suffering as he and Odette had before the war? But that didn't matter; pasts and backgrounds didn't matter so long as the job was done right.
When she kissed him, he felt his suspicions confirmed right away-- it hadn't just been an innocent chat over tea, had it. He smiled against her lips, before shifting to pin her under him.
"What is it you want, General?"
No, it hadn't been an innocent chat over tea, but Odette hadn't been sure how to tell that to her soldier, it seemed too uncharacteristic of her to say it. Sex, it was a way of knowing someone on a different level. Not unlike sharing another sort of experience with a person.
How unusual, whatever Van had done, she was certainly relaxed and...
Well.
Isaiah was doing something and Odette moved with ease back, her eyes following his movements as he pinned her beneath him. There were two answers to his question, but only one which really mattered.
"My soldier, I want everything to burn."
The house seemed far more still now, company could be a contagious thing Odette found and Van's absence did not go unnoticed. It was a temporary thing of course, it would be gone tomorrow. Or in a few hours when Isaiah got home. She was glad that the General of Paris had visited and that he was on the same page as her. Having to be weary of him would've been disappointing.
Taking a knife from the kitchen, Odette opened an apple, cutting it into small pieces and setting them on a plate before taking that back to the couch, wearing one of Isaiah's shirt as a bathrobe of some kind.
Despite having prepared the plate, Odette was not expecting to eat it at all, she couldn't eat. Not... since Will. And if it had been Adelle... he had put her in a tricky position now. Very tricky one.
As amusing as he had found the General of Paris, Isaiah hadn't wanted to linger while he was visiting Odette-- not that he could, since he had prior engagements, so it had all worked out well. He had taken his time outside by the car, smoking a cigarette, before letting himself into the home.
"I'm home," he called, loosening his tie. Hm. She was wearing one of his shirts again, something that was becoming a more frequent occurrence. Well, he didn't mind. Isaiah wondered absently how Van had enjoyed his stay. Odette wasn't the warmest of people but she had seemed rather fond of the man.. well, he approved more of him than the other men she took a liking to.
But he doubted that Van was the reason why Odette had that expression on her face. Perhaps part of the reason, but not all of it.
Odette had taken a liking to his shirts, while they couldn't replace his company, they provided a certain security that she had come to need more and more frequently. Isaiah probably knew that better than she did, Odette would never give into such weak reasoning, as far as she was concerned she wore it because she liked to. That was all.
"Welcome home." She glanced up from her place on the couch, perched on the very end, Odette watched him before she went on. "How was your meeting?"
"Boring," he answered with a laugh. "Nothing much of interest to speak of. I take it Van has made his departure, then?"
Isaiah took a seat next to her, not too close but comfortably enough. It was unlikely that she would even eat the food she had before her, wasn't it, he observed.
Odette offered him a smile, not surprised by his answer, "Yes, he couldn't delay." None of them could, "It was good of him to stop by." She was choosing the words carefully, neutral but also a certain note of appreciation for Van and the fact he had come by.
It had become a vicious cycle not eating, sleeping, doing order business, repeat. Train, kill, patrol, supervise the order business, sleep, forget to eat again. Only when Isaiah was around and made her eat did she try it.
He nodded, understanding. Van was a businesslike man, very precise and driven in all that he did. It was easy to see why she had clicked with him.
"You haven't eaten any of that yet, have you," he remarked, looking at her plate.
There were very few people in this world who would ever be able to understand her, Van was one of those, so it made sense why they got along well. Odette shook her head, "No, help yourself if you want. I can't eat."
Too much to think of. "I think we have a problem." With Isaiah she could speak frankly about everything. "I found Wilhelm in his apartment today, in a coma." There, nothing to it, as if the weather was being discussed.
Oh.
So that was it, then. And though Odette's voice didn't falter or hesitate while she delivered the news he could detect a note of anxiety underlying the words.
He reached out a hand to set atop hers, as a comforting gesture. And for once, the ever-present smile on his face had settled into a grim line. Even he knew when the situation called for seriousness.
"What did the doctors say?"
"They have no idea as to what may have caused his condition." Odette replied, "I don't know what could've happened yet, perhaps I should consult the Oracle, see if they have something to say." If they didn't reply then maybe the answer was obviously in her reach somehow.
Silence fell again as Odette stared down at his hand over hers thoughtfully. She moved her free hand to brush her fingers across the back of his hand in a 'thank you' sign.
The Oracles usually weren't helpful when it came to giving answers, but it was better than nothing.
"It wouldn't hurt to try, of course."
It was silent as Isaiah took a moment to sort his thoughts, before he broke the silence again.
"You suspect something, don't you. The General of the Black Order didn't seem like such a man but something this sudden, to Wilhelm of all people, is certainly unusual."
Isaiah doubted that Faramond or his Knights would pull something like this, though, with all their prattle about morality and whatnot.
"It cannot be fully discarded, maybe they have a new knight with abilities. We cannot be sure who has replaced Noelle." Still, she knew herself it was a very unlikely scenario, but that didn't make her feel any better. The Black Order were the enemy. "No one knew he was my brother but us. Even Faramond den Adelle was unaware of his existence. However, what Faramond does know is the importance of my soldiers."
Odette wanted answers soon.
Without Will... she felt a little lost.
Whether she got those answers or not, would it make her feel much better? Isaiah doubted it. It had never worked for him.
"When my mother died," Isaiah started thoughtfully, knowing she would wonder why he was changing the subject so suddenly. "I knew the reasons behind her death immediately. But it wasn't until I killed the one responsible that I felt somewhat comforted."
She would understand why he had brought it up.
Isaiah was very private, he opened up rarely about things in the past and so his words caused her to look and feel surprised. How much did she liked those words and simply how much comfort they brought her, more than any other things she had been doing before.
Odette smiled, lifting one hand to rest it against Isaiah's cheek as she leaned close, much in the same way she had with Van, but different. She looked up at him lowering her voice but not faltering. "Then, I'll do that, I'll kill them all."
In the end...
He smiled back, the expression coming easily at her words.
"Who shall we start with?"
There was no one to appeal to the her better nature. Will had been the last person close to her in that position. The last person she had cared what he thought of when she killed others. Now... well.
Odette brought her arms around his neck, resting her cheek against his shoulder, "It doesn't matter, whoever gets in my way first."
"And you'll stay with me."
One of his arms went around her waist as he held her closer to him. To Isaiah, this was her better nature, what people like Faramond and Wilhelm couldn't appreciate as he did.
"Of course."
Jesus, whatever she had done with Van was still affecting her thoughts by the way she was clinging to Isaiah, closer and more suggestive than their usual mechanical close touches. How weird, the realization that Van and Isaiah shared a few things in common.
"Isaiah."
Odette shifted to kiss him, the second time today she had kissed someone unexpected. And then for a very brief moment, the Gate didn't matter at all, but the urge to destroy everything remained.
They did share a few things but they had lived completely different lives. Had Van known suffering as he and Odette had before the war? But that didn't matter; pasts and backgrounds didn't matter so long as the job was done right.
When she kissed him, he felt his suspicions confirmed right away-- it hadn't just been an innocent chat over tea, had it. He smiled against her lips, before shifting to pin her under him.
"What is it you want, General?"
No, it hadn't been an innocent chat over tea, but Odette hadn't been sure how to tell that to her soldier, it seemed too uncharacteristic of her to say it. Sex, it was a way of knowing someone on a different level. Not unlike sharing another sort of experience with a person.
How unusual, whatever Van had done, she was certainly relaxed and...
Well.
Isaiah was doing something and Odette moved with ease back, her eyes following his movements as he pinned her beneath him. There were two answers to his question, but only one which really mattered.
"My soldier, I want everything to burn."