- Invitation Status
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- Multiple posts per week
- Online Availability
- 10pm-5am EST
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Preferred Character Gender
- Primarily Prefer Male
- Genres
- Romance, Fantasy, Horror, uhhh...
Jexel continued to gasp for air as Isabelle yelled at him. He understood why she was angry, and he just smiled sadly, glad to hear her voice again. Wiping the soot off of his face, he just watched and listened as she ranted on. After she had her fill, he began to speak. "I'm glad you're okay. You should go home and get some rest though." He made no attempt to move, knowing it would just make things worse. "I should probably head out. I'm not cut out for community life I guess. Here, I, uh...." Jexel looked around and began digging into a pile of ashes, pulling out a fireproofed bag from where his couch used to be. Pulling out two hoodies, one black and one white, he took off his own and replaced it with the white one. He tossed his old black hoodie on the ground, and set the other down carefully in front of Isabelle before continuing. "This is the best I can offer in replacement for your PJs. It was fun, these past...four days." A twang of regret rang out through his entire body. No longer was that pestering, beautiful, addicting knot tied in his stomach. He wanted to take it all back, to embrace her despite her anger, and to try and make things work, but Jexel knew it would never be the same after this. Memories flooded back to him, all the chants, the stones... No one would ever look at him the same again, especially Isabelle. In his mind, this was the only way to proceed. He continued with this on his mind. "I won't apologize. I did everything I could...to prevent this, and to protect you. Now I realize the connection. If we keep seeing each other like this...I think I might kill you. So, I'm leaving. There is nothing I can do for you. I...I'm too weak." He wasn't even going to attempt to explain the kiss, and how much it truly meant. With a sigh, Jexel turned around, and began walking away.