Trinity has subsumed my passion for all other fandoms. I blame Abel, Isaak and Cain for this, in particular. Caterinamuse is remarkably silent on the matter....

Inspired by the Neuroticfish song "The Bomb" and written for my Empressmage...

ickle!Isaak is so cute XD

I wear my bomb near to my chest.....cold heart, no time to rest, I feel it kicking......no time to stop and never soothing...I keep it safe and warm, I hope it never burns me.....I keep it safe from harm....I hope it never hurts me

When first he called the shadows to him, it had been an accident. He'd been trying to hide from one of his father's unreasoning rages, that had left his mother, Sarah, in a perpetual twilight existence, sunlight too painful for her damaged eyes. Then, they had been a comfort.

Stone cold right from the start....I lay my bomb near to my bed, when I'm sleeping...every single lonely night I feel it creeeping....

When he grew older, grew stronger....then they'd begun to want more from him.....more of his time, his attention, his very self.
They asked so little, really, he couldn't deny them.

After all, they had freed him.

He was too young to realise that he'd merely traded one hell for another.

I keep it safe and warm ...I hope it never burns me.....

By the time Cain had found him, he'd lost so much already, what was his automny? Merely another facet of his eternal servitude...

Terrorize me, come and take my soul...paralyze me....consume me whole, terrify me, come and take me home...analyze me, you know I'm not that strong....

Terrify me......

And now they had abandoned him.


He'd never thought they would do that...

It was all so very funny.


You are my sweetest downfall.....I left you first, between the sheets....Your hair was long when we first met....I left you first, before those stars came down on our heads......Told me I was beautiful and came into my bed...I cut his hair myself one night....and he kissed me till the morning light..... we couldn't bring the columns down, we couldn't destroy a single one, and the history books forgot about us ....you are my sweetest downfall. I loved you first.....Regina Spektor - Samson

"Is that it? You're just giving up?" Caterina demanded.

"What would you have me do?" Isaak tossed his gloves on the table, irritation, no, something more for once, something stronger in his eyes. "The. Spells. Don't. Work. Anymore." Each word was carefully measured out, as if to someone extremely stupid, and that had the expected effect, as those grey eyes flashed anger at him.

"And so you're just going to give up?" she snarled.

"It isn't as though I have a choice." he said flatly.

"You always have a choice." she said calmly. "Now, here's what we're going to do. First...." she picked up the scissors. "We're going to buy you some time. And then...."

And as his hair fell to the floor, he began to feel the first tentative stirrings of something he'd thought long dead.

Hope.

He hoped she couldn't tell.


Prompt: Pulling Your Insides Out by Jill Tracy

The more the diamond glitters, the more it can deceive....

Isaak would have surmised that he was beyond emotional pain, at this point. Certainly there was enough physical pain to distract him from it, one would have thought. But damn Dietrich to hell, with that knowing, devils-smile. He'd never felt so betrayed, and god knows he had his reasons to, before. He wondered if this was akin to what Caterina Sforza had felt when her so-called frinds turned on her, and left her to the Inquisition's nonexistant mercies. Funny that he should think of her now. Perhaps it was divine retribution or merely simply Murphy's Law, come back to roost with a vengance. He would live....if only for his vengance.



Prompt: Extraordinary by Jill Tracy

Your slight of hand keeps all my fingers burned...I've searched the holy books ....stolen secrets from the sorcerer's own sage...Rendered speechless in my pretty little rage...but I'll save one word for you...extraordinary....

It was extraordinary. Caterina had never expected to feel like this at all, had been quite certain that Abel's abandonment had shattered anything like a heart or emotions that she might have yet possessed after the crucible that had been Sant'Angelo. So why did she feel such a rush of confusing feelings, simply at the sight of Isaak, and those beautiful slender fingers, hiding but not hidden in those white gloves that she suddenly wanted to pull off. With her teeth. Fortunately, he had no way of knowing that, and she took a sip of her coffee.

Down the table, Cain smiled.

~fin~