betaworn

[betaworn]

He tried to acknowledge her words, but in truth, he felt lied to, and deceived. This would take some time to adjust to. "I do not wish to argue , we can start over, but it does not justify you fleeing." He sighed, avoidant of her gaze. In truth, he had bigger things to preoccupy his mind with.

Diana heard him cut her off and she tried not to be shocked by his words and demeanors. “I’m sorry Isaac but I’ve been through a lot and you were the first person who was able to make me feel normal. I loved that feeling. You’re right, it does not justify it. I’m really sorry I hurt you. I really am. But I’m here now. And you’re here.... maybe we can start over,”

[betaworn]

Despite instruction , Isaac had ventured further than the terrain of the town hall. He was willing to take his chances, knowing there was scarier people in the town hall, who held further risk than the lightening itself. He was keen to return home, or the small apartment he had learned to call home. He had struggled in his transition back to Beacon Hills. He had spent time away, healing some of the trauma left here from his childhood. Despite his best efforts, returning here uncovered more than what lay on the surface. The complexities were true -- it was not easily healed.

Glowing yellow eyes hit the moonlight, luckily for him, the full moon was not present. He was however, concerned of the new arrivals. He heard tales of wolves whom only turned on a full moon, but were far more destructive than his own kind. He was concerned to think of the tragedies to come. His thoughts disturbed as another figure appeared in sight. He stopped, narrowed eyes identifying the figure almost immediately. "Cora?" @cfcoras

[betaworn]

He did not wish to dampen the mood, the night was about celebrations and a new beginning. However, he was beginning to sense that it would not be so simple. Lots of new people, of whom held a supernatural secret, he was doubting it would remain tranquil for long. "I think sometimes we have to deal with it face on, even if we don't enjoy it." He did not like taking his own advice, however, he would do his best to be convincing.

A warm smile tugged at the brunettes lips at his words. It was a hard to forget night. Mostly because it truly felt like the first time in awhile that she'd met someone that could keep up with her, it was refreshing. They'd only crossed paths briefly but she remembered their connection. "I'm sorry to hear that" She gave a slight frown and nod his way. "I get it though.Being home always brings up a large aray of emotions." She squeezed his arm gently.

[betaworn]

He was listening, and doing his best to acknowledge her feelings and contemplations. However, despite every part of him being calm and collected, he knew he had a rigut to be angry. He kne she may have her own problems, but running from the good things, and blaming this on the bad, didn't reduce what she did. "I'm going to stop you there." He cleared his throat, becoming tired of what lies consumed the room. "Whatever means you chose to leave, it does not justify it. I believe in honesty, not something I get very often. Any excuses you hold do not justify leaving without a word." He sighed, shaking his head.

Diana frowned. “It’s true though,” She said. “If you give me a chance to explain, I would really appreciate it,” She took a deep breath. “When we met, I was running from something. A truth about myself. I had lost my dad. And things I thought I had knew about my mom, they were different now. And I had friends but all they reminded me of what how my life had gotten turned upside down. And everything about myself, I didn’t know who I was,” She said. “My father wasn’t my biological father. And the man who was. he was a monster. Selfish and I was afraid of turning out just like him. And I am now... because of how I hurt you,” She tried not to tear up. “One of my siblings found me when we were together and I knew the havoc that happened when I found all of this info out and I didn’t want that in your life so I ran,”

[betaworn]

His eyes did not move, focusing on her with strain. It could not be -- he knew after everything , how could she be here? "How--" He stopped, eyes following her every movement. "You're -- you are supposed to be dead." He managed to speak, concerned and conflicted in the same moment.

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[betaworn]

He was admittedly slightly embarrassed, knowing it had been some time since he had seen her. This does not mean that the memory of the nights together did not replay in his mind. He is conflicted, consumed by thoughts -- he does his best to shake them away in this moment. "I think after the night we had, it would be hard to forget." He did not wish to come off too strong, so chose to divert the conversation. "I feel being home brings -- conflicting feelings, in truth, it does not hold many positives for me, except my friends." He sighed, swallowing hard. "What about you?"

"Yeah. Zombies are always fun" she snorted a bit as she settled onto the barstool, elbows resting against the bartop. She'd also recently seen some undead faces that threw her for a bigger loop. The subtle compliment, 'how could I forget' drew a faint smile to the hybrids lips and she gave a soft chuckle, glancing the males way. "I remember you, Isaac..just attempted to avoid seeming creepy and somehow made it worse" she smirked, holding his gaze. "Welcome home, by the way. Didn't you say you lived here?"

[betaworn]

His past was beginning to find him, not only had he seen Hayley for the first time in a long time, but he had now seen Diana. He was beginning to feel he was causing a problem for himself later. "I don't need an explanation --" He did, but he did not want this conversation at all. The whole ' its not you, it's me' discussion came next, causing Isaac to sigh heavily. He was not feeling confident, or wishing to know the real reason she left. "I feel this is something you hear in films then in fact ' it's me, not you'." He rolled his eyes, averting his gaze.

Diana could just feel the emotions rolling off of him. And she frowned. She didn’t want him to feel that way and she was the cause of his pain. “It’s a beautiful town,” She bit her lip. “I owe you an explanation for why I left and the way I left,” She admitted. “It’s not you. It’s me,” She sighed as she realized how that sounded. “And I mean that, Isaac. I am damaged. Maybe beyond repair and I... you don’t deserve that,”

[betaworn]

The moment the brunette came into clear view, his eyes easily softened. He remembered her, in fact, he could not get the night they spent out of his mind in this very moment. He doubted she remembered, and as soon as she introduced herself his feelings were confirmed. He did not blame her, but he could not deny the tinge of upset in his stomach. "It sounds sound strange on any normal day but people who are supposed to be dead, have made an appearance so I've heard more bizarre stories.' He smiled, weakly, before it disappeared slowly. "I know who you are, how could I forget?" He gnawed gently on his lip and exhaled. "Do you not remember me?"

The brunette nodded her head at his words and hesitated, for just a second, on the offer to sit. It wasn't like she didn't recognize him. It had only been a few months since their chance run in a few cities over, she'd been on a quick recon looking for information she thought would help her daughter..found nothing of that sort and fell into a stranger for a few days before leaving town. But she figured she'd really had no other progress and a drink sounded nice, and it wasnt a guatentee he remembered her. So she settled by him, giving a small laugh at the words she was about to speak. "So it sounds crazy, but apparently there's a lady in town claiming to be my daughter from the future. Kinda just trying to figure that part of my day out" She snorted softly and looked his way, wondering if he remembered her. "I'm Hayley"

[betaworn]

He did not know what to say, and in truth, every instinct was telling him to walk away. He felt confused, abandoned, and these feelings were familiar to him, at the earlier stages of his life. "I was brought up here, if I was going to be anywhere, it was going to be here." He thought he had told her of his upbringing here, but it had all become a blur. Her question, he did not know how to respond. He had been far from good, but would not plague her with that. "I've been well , and yourself?"

Diana knew that brain of his was working. She knew him all too well. She moved closer to him, taking him in. Still taller than her. Still as handsome as the day she left him in bed and it made her heart ache. “I could say the same about you. I knew you were from California but didn’t think you would be... here,” She said. Maybe she unconsciously found him. Her magic had that way of leading her places she didn’t know she should go to. “It has been. How have you been?” She played with the rings on her fingers.

[betaworn]

He was doing his best , to hold up an appearance , to show that leaving Beacon Hills had made him stronger , wiser. He was only kidding himself, knowing that returning had only brought up old feelings, old setbacks. He only hopes the alcohol holds things in, like a mask, containing any trace of vulnerability. "I have only recently come home, but I used to live here -- if that helps at all." He smiled weakly, signalling for her to sit beside him, hoping she would take the offer. To distract his mind, even for a moment, was welcomed. "Who are you looking for exactly?"

Hayley was lost in her own storm of emotions, and distracting thoughts. Number one.. she was *alive*, which, the last time she checked was not the case. And she was walking around, making her way through a town she thought she'd said goodbye to and looking for a familiar face. ANY face at that point would have been nice. But truthfully, she was looking for her baby girl. She'd asked a few people but no one seemed to know, so she fell into a silence as she stared around, and drew her attention back to the male that had been standing near her as he spoke. "Oh.. no you're fine. I was asking if you're from around here, I'm looking for someone. Or.. I guess a few somoenes."

[betaworn]

𝐈 . . . 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ! name - isaac lahey age - 25 sexuality - bisexual date of birth - july 14th place of birth - beacon hills gender - cis male pronouns - he/him current location - beacon hills languages - english and small amounts of spanish

𝐈𝐈 . . . 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 ! good habits - loyal, friends before all. bad habits - fearful, trauma in the past leading to denial and lack of trust hobbies - running, reading books. fears - loss of friends and abandonment

𝐈𝐈𝐈 . . . 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 ! faceclaim - daniel sharman height - 6"2 hair colour - brown eye colour - green scars - from past trauma

𝐈𝐕 . . . 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ! parents names - johnathan lahey & corin lahey parents relationship - mother died when he was young siblings names - camden, brother.

𝐕 . . . 𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘 !

Isaac lived with his father, Coach Lahey. His brother, Camden, was killed in combat in while serving in the US military. Isaac's father was abusive, locking his son in an unplugged chest freezer in the basement for long stretches. The abuse led to Isaac developing claustrophobia.

Mr. Lahey ran the Beacon Hills Cemetery where Isaac also worked. After being trapped in grave by an overturned backhoe, Derek Hale rescued Isaac.

After a fight with his father the next night, Isaac sought out Derek and received the bite, becoming a werewolf.

After the death of his father at the hands of the Kanima, Isaac moved in with Derek.

Unlike the other pack members, Isaac would question Derek's choices and motives as a leader. Their relationship became strained after The Alpha Pack attempted to get Derek to kill the remaining members of his pack, including Isaac. In a misguided attempt to keep him safe - Derek threw Isaac out of his loft. Homeless, Isaac moved in with Scott McCall and his mother.

After Allison's death and the defeat of the Nogitsune, Isaac left Beacon Hills with Chris Argent to heal himself emotionally from Allison's death.

Since then, Isaac travelled with the inheritance money he had from his father. He met a pack in New Orleans, the Labonair pack, and spent some time with them before returning to Beacon Hills.

[betaworn]

SHE CAME INTO SIGHT , AND HE FELT SOMEWHAT WOUNDED. He remembered their time in Spain and felt somewhat , caught up in the moment. He had left Beacon Hills to start anew, and somehow a summer romance spurred with a woman of her description. She was breath taking, admittedly, he wished he did not feel such things. He was reminded of the troubles that spurred from it, her vanishing at his enquiries. He expected as much , and assumed the questions he asked brought their own dangers. As she appeared in front of him, his expression softened, a weak smile on his lips. "This was the last place I expected you'd be -- it's been a long time." He smiled, lowering his gaze.

Diana hadn’t meant to follow him. But as soon as she saw Isaac, she cursed himself. Isaac. The one she left in Spain. Someone had tracked her down. Someone claiming to be the son of John Blackwell and she did the one thing she did best, ran away. She had gotten way better at it with age. With the help of life insurance and inheritance, that she did. but sometimes, she hated herself for leaving things and people behind. Isaac was one of them. “I would have said oceans away,” She said with a soft smile. “Hi,”

[betaworn]

HE NOTICES HER FEAR, for a moment, he remained silent, contemplating what to tell her. The truth was somewhat, difficult -- Boyd dying at the hands of Derek, despite every action to avoid. She however, had died sooner than this, at Kali's hand. He sighed, eyes locking with her for a moment, swallowing hard as he gained his composure. "It is not as simple as you may think -- walk with me , and I will explain everything." He reassured with a smile.

Erica was trying to ignore that feeling. The one that someone was talking about her. It was even worst than before she turned now. Erica Reyes? Wasn't she missing? I thought she died? Ran off with that guy. What was his name? "Vernon Boyd. But he liked to be called Boyd," She realized though that she seemed to be speaking to herself. Because the people gossiping was across the room. She grabbed a drink that was at the table nearby and downed it. Maybe it would save her. She heard footsteps and she was sure they were her hearing going in and out. But not till she felt a presence nearby. "Sorry," She said.

[betaworn]

He felt a mixture of different emotions in this moment. This beloved town was where he made many positive memories. He made dear friends here, and felt a sense of belonging unlike any other. However, this town held negative memories of which he thought were behind him. He was somewhat burdened by recurring thoughts of his past, his father in particular. His mind was clouded, so much so that he had not noted the person beside him. He turned, weekly smiling as he did. "I'm sorry, I was miles away."

[betaworn]

The moment the words left her lips, Isaac could hear the familiar name echo in his ears. This was all too familiar for him, and to see she was somewhat haunted by the loss of their friend, it caused him great discomfort. His distress was worsened, by her presence in front of him. Not because he did not wish to see her, but she was supposed to be deceased. He had thought a lot about her in recent years, wishing things had been different. He was relieved to see her but also deeply concerned. "Erica.' His hand moved to rub her shoulder lightly. "Breathe." He smiled , hoping to provide reassurance. "I would ask how you are here but let's find somewhere quieter where you can calm down?" He guided her gently in the direction of the patio doors.

Erica was trying to ignore that feeling. The one that someone was talking about her. It was even worst than before she turned now. Erica Reyes? Wasn't she missing? I thought she died? Ran off with that guy. What was his name? "Vernon Boyd. But he liked to be called Boyd," She realized though that she seemed to be speaking to herself. Because the people gossiping was across the room. She grabbed a drink that was at the table nearby and downed it. Maybe it would save her. She heard footsteps and she was sure they were her hearing going in and out. But not till she felt a presence nearby. "Sorry," She said.