The Liberator
he/him/his
24
April 10
Lavaridge Town
Figuring it Out
Penitent
Renegade
Turned on my friends and brought them pain. I have no right to show I can change. But I gotta try!
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Isaac Merlo
An Eye For An Eye [S]
POSTED ON Oct 23, 2023 22:37:23 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","isaac2"] [attr="class","topimage"] [attr="class","textbox"] "Not a lot gets to me these days." It was a blessing and a curse. Isaac could never take back everything he'd seen, everything he'd experienced, everything he'd done. Leaving the Rocket life behind was only half of the equation. The next step would be coming to terms with it all.[break][break] He didn't flinch at the sight, but a sympathetic warmth spread across his features. He'd seen his own sliced-out eye time and time again, but that didn't make it any easier to see the same pain etched into another's face. Each layer of her face was in another stage of healing or hurting, a geological cross section of the human experience.[break][break] Isaac closed his eyes, but not out of disgust. Instead, it was so he could focus.[break][break] With a soft breath, Isaac began running his fingers through the air in rhythmic patterns. At first, it probably looked insane. When the mist started to trail in the wake of his fingers, it started to look like a mystery instead. Once the mists held into an orb-like shape, slowly coalescing into a shimmering sphere of water, it would instead look like the impossible becoming possible.[break][break] "I can't promise a lot. But this is gonna take some of the pain away." What he wouldn't give to run this along Gia's wound and see a new eye where it passed, but this was impossible. His powers could heal pain and spur the body's natural healing, but even full treatment of the socket would take hours. The most he could do was bring comfort. "Here, sit still. It might tickle a little . . ."[break][break] Isaac approached Gia's bedside, the shimmering waters trailing behind him all the while. When he arrived, he held his hand out, guiding the ball to hover towards the wound. Slowly, surely, with the utmost caution, he brought the ball down against the wound. As he squeezed his eyes shut and continued to focus, it would continue to shimmer, brighter and brighter by the moment.[break][break] He'd remain there for as long as he could sustain the orb. It was as if he'd hoped, were he to try long enough, he'd pull off a miracle. [attr="class","oocbox"] TAG — giada morgan [break] NOTES — notes go here [newclass=".isaac2"] --color:#c4c067; [/newclass] [newclass=".isaac2"] margin: 0px auto; background-color: #111; min-height: 500px; width: 450px; margin: 0px auto; padding-top: 20px; padding-bottom:20px; } .isaac2 .textbox a, .isaac2 .textbox i { color:var(--color); } .isaac2 .textbox b { font:bold 13px/10px 'Poppins'; color:var(--color); } .topimage { background-image: url(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/1058305315642286080/1155427871351906335/image.png); height: 250px; width: 400px; background-size: cover; background-position:50% 20%; margin: 0px auto; } .isaac2 .textbox { line-height: 15px; letter-spacing: .5px; font-size: 12px; font-family: roboto; color: #d6d6d6; margin: 20px auto 0px; text-align: justify; padding-bottom: 20px; background:#1E1E1E; padding:30px 50px; background-image: url(https://image.ibb.co/cpf8Wc/flower_patt.png); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position: bottom; } .isaac2 .oocbox { border-top: 3px solid #333; padding-top: 10px; width: 260px; margin: 20px auto 0px; text-align:left; [/newclass]
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