#stefan & izzy — runedwhip.

[salvationbled]

“You always know how to make me smile.” @runedwhip // isabelle lightwood.

“mm, well,” stefan said, humming, swallowing softly as his gaze fell to isabelle’s smiling lips. she was stood next to him, smiling a wide smile, so bright it was almost too much to look at. it was something he was still trying to get used to. and it wasn’t that isabelle didn’t smile, he knew that, but having it aimed so often at him was.. it always took him a moment to really take it in. to not completely lose his train of thought. there was something soft about it, too, the way she smiled at him, and maybe that was what made his still-heart ache. 

he ducked his head to conceal his own smile and only raised it when he had it somewhat under control, letting himself look over at her again. “you make it pretty easy,” he told her, reaching across her to remove one of the pans from the heat that she’d forgotten in her excitement and haste to do something else for him. despite trying to hide it before, stefan was still smiling, too, a smile that easily reached his eyes and made them crinkle at the corners, as well as causing the dimples in his cheeks to pop.

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[acrownmartyr]

@runedwhip ASKED:  ‘ you should see the other guy. ’

     A sigh emitted from Stefan’s lips as he brought the ice pack to Isabelle’s bruise. “I’m not worried about the other guy, Izzy. I’m worried about you.” The huntress had given him a scare when she showed up like she’d come back from a rabid fight. While he didn’t doubt her abilities and capacity to take on her opponents, seeing her in this state concerned him. “Is there even another guy left to worry about?” 

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[salvationbled]

❝ i smell the food cooking from here. ❞ @runedwhip // isabelle lightwood.

familiar arms wrap around his middle, small hands sliding over the ridges of his hips before curling into his stomach, settling. “mm,” he hums contentedly, angling his head towards her voice and smiling warmly when he finds her looking up for him already. “smells good?” he asks, raising an eyebrow at her. 

when she only beams at him, he grins, and shifts in the confines of her arms, pulling on one of them to bring her in front of him and settle into the same position in reverse. “your mom sent me an old recipe..” the words are murmured in her ear, his lips brushing the sensitive skin and making her shudder in his arms. tightening them around her, stefan’s  arms encircle izzy’s middle, squeezing her and cuddling her back closer to his chest. “i hope you don’t mind i started without you..” he continues to breathe the words softly to her, not bothering to raise his voice any louder, fingertips pressing gently into her sides, easily slipping beneath the material of her jacket to scrunch at her shirt and pay closer attention to her instead. 

isabelle’s hands had settled atop his, her fingers being dragged along his forearms and then pushed back down again, stroking his skin. humming again, stefan nudges his nose into her neck, breathing in her warm scent and only trying to get closer to her as he always did in moments like this. he watches as she reaches across for extra spices, nodding encouragingly when she looks back for him to see his thoughts on the one she picked. “that works,” he tells her, and he can’t help the laughter that escapes him as the excitement in her eyes grows, her smile so bright it could rival the sun itself. 

[salvationbled]

❝ please, just look at me. ❞  @runedwhip // isabelle lightwood.

tortured eyes were fixed straight ahead, staring blankly at nothing and everything at the same time. anything that wasn’t the girl he could hear behind him, letting herself into his apartment. he must have forgotten to lock it. 

stefan could sense the shadowhunter behind him. could feel her presence and hear her heartbeat; he could smell her blood. the realisation made him ache more deeply, black eyes squeezing shut as she made her way closer to him. 

the silence stretched on, neither of them choosing to break it for the time being. he guessed that she was assessing his mood, trying to gauge how dangerous he was to her now. there was nothing he could say, anyway. nothing to change what had happened. what he’d done. 

it was izzy that spoke first. 

“stefan,” she whispered, closer than he’d thought. he turned his head away from her slightly, determined not to let her see him. “stefan, please..”

“it’s okay, stefan.. they’re okay.”

he shook his head. 

“don’t,” stefan told her, feeling himself shudder at the gentle touch as she curled a hand around his waist. . “you shouidn’t have to see me like this..” his eyes were red and burning with unshed tears, the veins still set beneath them, a picture of the monster he was. “i don’t.. want you.. to have to look at me like this.” he admitted roughly. he took a deep breath, trying to focus on the sound of her breathing as she moved closer, his frame trembling as her lips came into contact with the centre of his back. he could feel her warmth against him, pressed against his back whilst both of her hands held him at either side, relaxing his tense, tight muscles and making his eyelids flutter again. 

one of isabelle’s hands slid slowly up stefan’s side, curling over and into his shoulder to hold him. “stefan,” she breathed again, the tenderness in her voice causing something deep within him to stir; causing his body to shake. if he’d been anybody, anything else, he might not have heard it. his head tilted slightly towards the sound now, and he could hear the way her heartbeat picked up. “please, stefan.. please, just look at me.”

and finally, he did.

[salvationbled]

❝ can you hear what they’re saying? ❞  @runedwhip // isabelle lightwood. 

the vampire turned his head towards her, a dark look flashing briefly in his eyes before he managed to mask his face. jaw set tight, he nodded at her question and reached a hand towards her, fingers curling around hers. he didn’t say anything. stefan’s gaze had lowered to look at their hands as they found each other in the dark, watching as their fingers laced together, drawn to each other like magnets. he raises his gaze in time to look at her. green eyes looking deeply into the much darker pair. 

“they have him tied up,” he answered in a whisper, drawing her close to his side with the hand he still held as the two crept along the dark passage. he smiled slightly, despite the tense situation, as he heard the boy’s movements from where he was. too far away from them. stefan looked back at izzy, letting her see the smile. “he’s already working on the ropes,” stefan told her, and izzy smiled, too, but it quickly faded away. 

“hey,” he said, stopping abruptly, his grip on izzy’s hand tightening again as he looked steadily into her eyes. “i promise you, i will not let anything happen to him,” deep, forest eyes burned with sincerity. “to any of you.”  he squeezes her hand gently, as if the idea of letting go of her hand was far too much to bear. as if one last touch will be enough to get him through whatever would come next.  

apparently, they’d had the same idea, for izzy’s hand tightens in his at the same moment.