chasing dreams -- ISSY --

[micah]

TRYING TO COLLECT MY THOUGHTS - - - - - - - - - -
- - - - - - - - - - BELIEVE IN ME !

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There was always something wrong with how Micah did something. He was actually quite annoyed with everyone at this very moment. He didn’t want to hear their shit on how he needed to be living his life. Jeez, they sounded like his father, except telling him that he needed to live a better life, and make something of himself. His father was always telling him that he needed to do the opposite though, that he needed to be cruel and rude to everyone that passed his eye. No, Micah wasn’t going to do that, that wasn’t right at all. See, Micah did have a heart. A very hollow one, but it was still there. It’s been beating for one hundred years now, he was pretty sure nothing was going to change about that. Unless some hunter got annoyed with him and decided that it would be fun to hunt an angel that hadn’t done jack to them. Seriously, Micah didn’t mess with hunters. Not after he had heard about what had happened to Remy. He didn’t want that to happen to him, so he stayed clear from hunters. He didn’t really like demons either, but his best friend just happen to be a demon. Not that he shared that information with anyone else. He’d surely get looked down upon. Not that he already didn’t because of his father, but he didn’t want to make it any worse then what it was.

So, Micah was stomping around his house while his little sister sat on the couch staring at him. Jezebel, Raymond’s little angel. In truth, Jezebel was a demon in an angel’s body. Personally, Micah thought that she should have stayed human and that Grady should’ve been an angel. Micah hated Jezebel with a passion, she was just too much like Raymond. He hated it when she came to visit because all she did was talk about their dad’s evil plans to help Kamiya in whatever the hell they were thinking about doing. Honestly, Micah didn’t care. If he did care, he’d be on their side. They obviously thought that tempting Micah with things would get him back, but it just wasn’t going to work. Micah decided then, as he stared at his sister, that he was going to leave. Just leave. He needed to get out, and be with people who didn’t give a rats ass at the moment. He didn’t even bother changing into something that looked fresher, he just wanted to get out of the house. So, he decided that the fastest way to do that would be to fly. Micah stripped off his shirt, just so he could flaunt his chest, spread his silvery wings, and started to fly.

He didn’t know where he was going until a thought hit him. He needed to party some, and decided that the best place for that was the one and the only Club Regent. He was sure that there were some people there that didn’t like him one bit, but that was okay. They could kiss his angel ass, and like it. Soon enough, Micah found himself at the club, and was standing in line. Really? He shouldn’t have to stand in line, but whatever. When he got to the front of the line, he flashed his ID at the bouncer, and was told he could go in. It was weird at first because Micah was shirtless, and there were a lot of people stopping to stare at him, his wings couldn’t be seen, which was probably a good thing, but he liked being shirtless. It made the ladies stare at him.

Micah made his way to the bar, and got a cold beer. Not something he really liked, but what the hell? He usually drank the strong liquor but he didn’t feel like it tonight. He leaned up against the counter, and scanned the room. He was looking for his one night stand when a familiar blonde angel came into his view. Awh, how cute. She was here at her daddy’s club. Micah smirked, walked over to where she was, and slung his arm over her shoulder. ”You know, it’s considered rude not talking to someone for like ten years, right?”

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template credit goes to - Jorinee of Caution 2.0
banner credit goes to - meee
tagged for - Issy
words - 7-0-4
outfit - hurr
lyrics - "Believe" by Staind
listening to - Freakxx by brokeNCYDE
notes - suuuuuuucks

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[Isabeau Adela]

"Do you want more water, sweetie?" Issy glanced up from her empty glass and smiled as her eyes came to meet the warm, honey-brown gaze of Tanner, the bartender on duty. A small smile lifted the corner of her lips and she shook her head in response.

"No thank you, Tan." Despite being in Club Regent, she wasn't in the mood for drinking or dancing. Unlike the beings around her, drunk and sober alike, the throbbing music just wasn't capable of sweeping her off her feet and erasing her mind of all thoughts. Alcohol consumption would just make her focus on her thoughts even more, and that was something she didn't want to do either. Sit and be, that is all she wanted.

"What's wrong?" Issy glanced at Tanner, hearing the tone in his, and eyed him with a look that would have made anyone choose their next words wisely. But Tanner wasn't just anyone, and he easily took advantage of the fact that Issy wouldn't do anything to him even if he insulted her. "Who's the boy?"

"No boy." But a face came to mind, and she shook her head to rid her mind of the picture.

"Oh, right. Who's the man?"

"Tanner. Nothing. Leave it." Short with her answer or not, Issy couldn't keep the smile from voice and lips. Tanner raised his brows at her, and she narrowed her eyes. He was going to push it, she could read it in his face as his eyes flicked forward.

"Hmph."

"What?" A bit of annoyance trickled through her. She knew he would push it, but 'hmph' was something she wasn't expecting.

"I was just hit by a large, shirtless ego."

The angel raised a brow. What the fuck was he going on about now? But before she could ask, an arm found its way around her shoulder and suddenly she felt like murdering someone. Micah. Just like Tanner had said, he was shirtless; and touching her. Immediate anger rose in her throat and she didn't even try to swallow it; she wouldn't. His presence alone would have been enough to make her rake anyone's eyes out, but he was touching her. And talking to her. Ten years? Ten years was not enough time to even simmer her anger with him in the slightest.

Isabeau slipped from her chair, ducking out from Micah's arm, and whipped around to face the shirtless angel who, ages ago, was one of her favorite people in the World. But he was nothing to her anymore, or wished he was. She told herself he was nothing, and as long as she didn't think about it, that was what he was. Seeing him just made it that much more difficult: and she hated it. Without thinking, Issy pulled her right arm back and aimed for Micah's face. If she didn't break his nose, she'd hate herself. She winced with the impact of her fist to his face, and once the deed was done she drew back, her chest heaving hard with the sudden shift of her mood and emotions.

"I have reason not to talk to you!" Isabeau tilted her head as she glared at Micah, a few blonde curls falling over the front of her shoulder. "What are you doing here, Micah?"

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