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[the-isaac-henderson]

andyradcliffes:

        Isaac may have been doing this for awhile, being a drug dealer, but no amount of words nor promises would keep Andrea from worrying about the young man. “How did you start? – Why did you start?” Her brows furrow while asking the questions that she can’t hold back. She looks deep into his eyes, searching for something that wouldn’t be vocalized. He’s so young and smart. So damn smart. He doesn’t talk about his parents which gave Andrea the suspicion that they have something to do with it. As sick as she is, she gets angry just thinking about Isaac not having parental figures. How could they let such a bright kid with so much potential lead down a dark, lonely path? Then again, now that she thought about it, she doesn’t know much about Isaac and his path. This doesn’t derail her from feeling agitated about his current job income, though.

        You weren’t supposed to be here…. She was. She couldn’t stay away from this damn place. She couldn’t stay away from its people. From her friends and family. She couldn’t stand by and watch people die while she was in another town. As messed up as it was, Andrea held more ground now that she was back in Braddock. She was always supposed to be here, she just didn’t plan on getting sick. Just a bump in the road in trying to keep the world together, right? The blonde looks at Isaac with a proud, weak smile on her lips. Like Ethan, there was so much more to Isaac than what as lead on. You’re not safe here… True, but hunting parties or not, no one was ever really safe in Braddock. Not until The Darkness was defeated. Andrea thinks about his offer. He makes good points. He’s right. As much as she hated to think about it, she would have to leave her beloved truck behind eventually. “I can’t.” She whispers, “Not now.” Andrea looks away from Isaac quickly, knowing that if she saw his face to her declining his offer, she would give in. “There’s a few things I still gotta do… While I can still move.” She chuckles darkly, refurring to one of the symptoms of the virus being paralysis. “I’m sorry. You’re worried, and — that shouldn’t be put on you like that. But I’ll be okay. And I think you know that.” Her eyes drift to the weapon next to her on the seat, blinking at it. As much as she hated doing it, she was willing to do things to survive. That’s just how it was right now… “When the time comes, you’ll be the first to know when I need a place to crash.”

He is suprised when she decides to get into his drug dealing, questioning him about it. He shrugs it off. To him, it’s not a big deal. It’s been his life for so long now that he forgets that it’s unusual and often concerning when people find out. “Is that really important right now?” He’s getting antsy, staying in one place too long. His fingers tap against his leg nervously, the voices in his head distant, but still present. They’d been worse with the illness looming over the town. He didn’t know if that was a representation of his own psyche, or the fact that he’d limited his own drug intake, since he knew his supply wouldn’t last forever and he needed his mind to be more sharp. He looks around nervously, wondering who could happen upon them at any moment. 

He shakes his head. She can’t just stay here, out in the open with only her truck for protection. “No. You can’t just stay here... it’s really not safe.” He glances around them again, his paranoia getting the better of him. “There are hunting parties out there, looking for people showing symptoms, and killing them.” He wants to get this across to her. He wants to make sure she is safe. “Come back to my apartment tonight, and you can go off and do whatever you need to in the morning. I can even help you come back and get your truck tomorrow if you want.” 

He doesn’t like the idea of her going out at all, but if she can at least stay safe at night, he’ll have done all that he can. “Please?” He asks. “Just crash at my place during the night so I at least know you won’t be murdered in your truck?” 

[the-isaac-henderson]

lachreid:

the-isaac-henderson:

Sitting in the house by herself had suddenly become desolate. The silence was making her want to pull her hair out, especially knowing that it could’ve been loud or occupied by her siblings. So instead of isolating herself there, Lachlan found the comfort of her office at the bar, surrounded by the smell of alcohol and grease from the kitchen. Just a few days ago there were people sitting in the booth, and a friend dancing on the elevated platform, and now, it was darkness and silence. It felt almost weird, but it was something Lachlan had to get used to if she was going to keep the bar closed down for a bit. A noise from the outside caused the blonde to look up from her notes, startled and alert by it. Her hand quickly found the gun a foot away from her, gripping it tightly as she hid it out of sight under the edge of the desk, Maybe it was someone who was looking for a free drink, but the closed sign should’ve been enough to keep the away. Her sunken and tired eyes settled at the door to see if any figure would pass by. Isaac’s face at her door brought a feeling of relief, glad that she didn’t have to get up and look at who it could be. Her muscles relaxed and her fingers loosened up around the gun, placing it back on her desk. 

“Well, that was generous of you. What would you have done if someone did break in and had a weapon on them?” she inquired, the corner of her lips curving into a curious smile as she waited for his answer. “I’ve been around a lot of infected people, all of them have been actually,” she reflected, the latter part mainly to herself. “So it’s no big deal. I’m glad you’re doing well, though. It’s nice to know that I’m not the only one who isn’t dying. I couldn’t even tell if you were or were not. Would you like something to drink?” 

Isaac offers a small smile as he glances at the gun in her hands, raising his brow slightly. “I’m sure I’d figure something out.” He says shifting his weight further into the doorway. He shoves his hands into his pockets and shrug. “It’s not exactly easy to stay away from them now. Seems like every other person is infected.” His mind wanders to his two friends, plagued by the illness. He feels a small amount of relief to know Lachlan isn’t part of that, and that he isn’t the only one that’s made it through this so far. 

“Well, as far as I know, I’m not.” He shrugs again, moving into the room more. “Sure, if you’re offering.” He nods, accepting the woman’s offer. 

[the-isaac-henderson]

ethanxvaldez:

Eight weeks into this infection and Ethan would like to think he was going strong. He had approximately seven weeks till death can bite him in the ass and as much as he was avoiding all havoc and premature death in this town, he was extremely��exhausted. It was days like this where he resulted in just staying in his car, his personal space, in peace and silence, despite the commotion happening in the area. 

Hearing a sudden knock at his window, Ethan shot up from his seat to the point where his claws immediately unleashed due to how startled he was. It was the fact that his defence was low that he had no choice, but to partially shift. Luckily, his hands were stuffed in his pockets to begin with, therefore after noticing that it was Isaac who had awoken him, it was safe to say his identity wasn’t revealed. Seeing his weak smile, Ethan slowly nods and took a few deep breaths to calm down, before rolling down his window. “Hey man, it’s good to see a face I appreciate at a time like this.” At first, Ethan greeted him with a smirk, but it wasn’t till his face faltered due to exhaustion that it soon showed a tired expression.”Please tell me you’re not experiencing the same shit as me. I mean, one of us bad boys have to live on and at this rate, I’m rooting for you man. You’re a young entrepreneur in the making.” 

Isaac felt a swell of anger in him, seeing one of his only friends clearly suffering. He wanted to yell at the universe for bringing this upon their town, but instead he stood, rigid, trying his best to shut down what he was feeling. Ethan’s attempt at appearing normal only made Isaac angier. He shouldn’t be suffering like this. Isaac found himself shaking his head, unable to lie to Ethan. He felt horrible that he’d lied to Andy to get her to come stay with him, but it was her safety that he cared about, and he would do whatever it took to keep her safe. If that meant lying to her, so be it. But the lie wouldn’t come with Ethan. For a person whose whole life revolved around lies, he was finding it hard to lie to the few people he actually cared about.

“It’s not safe to be living in your car.” Instead of joking back with him like normally would have tried, those were the only words he could muster. He knew it would only be a matter of time before the gang of people that roamed the streets at night looking for those who showed signs of being infected. He wouldn’t last long with only the glass of his windows to protect him. 

[the-isaac-henderson]

Darkness is a harsh term, don’t you think? Yet, it dominates the things I see.

Mumford and Sons, Roll Away Your Stone (via afieldofbutterflies)

[the-isaac-henderson]

andyradcliffes:

        Andrea catches the look in his eyes. She hadn’t felt the rush of blood that slips down to her chin, dripping thickly onto her crinkled, white shirt. She quickly swipes her fingers under her nose, feeling the black blood smear against her skin she looks away quickly, tangled hair hiding her face from the motion. Andrea looks down at the dark liquid that consumes her veins that her heart pumps through her body. Her blood is supposed to keep her alive, but it’s what’s killing her.  A shaky breath escapes her dry lips. She was getting worse. She was getting weaker. Physically, but not in spirit. She’s still doing her best to keep herself going. It’s difficult. So fucking difficult and tiring it hurt to breathe at times. But she pushed herself. She had to. Andrea had no other choice. At times, dying seemed like such an easy option. But that’s exactly what it was. Easy. That isn’t how Andrea wants to go.

        Sighing now, the journalist leans back against her seat. Fingers press against her jeans to wipe off the blood from the pads of her fingers. She puts her head back against the seat and rolls it to look back at Isaac. “Drug things?” Her voice is grainy from tiredness, a thin and knowing smile on her features before they grow more serious. “Whatever you had to take care of probably wasn’t as important as your safety, Isaac.” Her facial features are soft and benign, but her voice holds something on the lines of disappointment. Andrea didn’t care if Isaac was selling drugs or saving someone’s life, she cared about him. His life mattered. And she had become upset that he didn’t take that into account. At least, none that she could see.

         ‘I have it too. I have it too. I have it too.’ Rang in her ear drums as if an alarm was going off. Isaac is sick. Not doomed, but sick. It’s close enough. You can’t think like that, she hissed at herself. Andrea held back tears for her young friend. She chewed her bottom lip to keep it from trembling. She looks away from Isaac to look out her front windshield. Reaching over, she unlocks the car and pushes the handle to the car door towards her to open it, letting Isaac in. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry that you’re sick…” Andrea can’t make eye contact with him. It’s too heartbreaking.

Isaac can see the pain she is in. It hurts him to see her take in each breath, knowing how much agony she must be going through. In that moment he felt so much fear that he’d been holding off for so long. Up until this point, it felt surreal, but now the weight of everything pressed down onto him. He offers a weak smile at her next words. It’d taken her a while to catch on to his day job, but he felt a little better now that she knew. “Believe it or not, night is probably the safest for me.” He’s kept himself invisible to the outside world, disappearing in hopes of people forgetting him. If he wasn’t thought of, he was safe. A part of him hoped people thought the infection had taken him already. 

The door clicks open and Isaac lets out a small breath. He feels bad for lying but he can’t keep his closest friend safe if she thinks he’s at danger of being infected. This was the only way he could convince her of what he was about to say. He helps ease open the door, glancing around for a second to ensure that they were still alone. He slides himself into the seat beside Andrea, closes the door quietly, and sits for a moment, allowing the silence to settle around them. He scratches the back of his neck, feeling a lump form in his throat, threatening to keep him from saying anything. Finally he looks towards Andrea. “You weren’t supposed to be here... you were out of town... safe.” The words didn’t ask for a response, and he didn’t leave time for one. “You’re not safe here, Andrea. The hunting parties are out every night and this truck can’t keep you safe.” Another pause. “But I can. You can come stay with me. I have food and water, and my apartment’s safe.” He watches her, begs silently for her to look at him. “Please?” He lets out the plea quietly, wanting desperately to protect her in the only way he could. 

[the-isaac-henderson]

filmaticbby:

The Place Beyond the Pines (2012) dir. Derek Cianfrance

[the-isaac-henderson]

andyradcliffes:

        A threatening knock startled Andrea out of her abysmal nightmare. Her cheeks were wet and her body was bathed in a cold sweat. Her heart pounded against her chest. Andrea trembled. Her sights were blurred from both sleep and sickness. The streetlights glared an ugly orange tinge in her direction and she squints hastily. The remnants of her nightmare still clung to her mind, haunting her. Even her breaths trembled. She swallowed and turned to see a figure on the other side of her window. Startled, Andrea reaches forward to press the lock down. It’s already been done. She doesn’t remember locking her truck before falling asleep… She pushes her back against the opposite side and stares at the figure. The blonde fights nausea before quickly scampering to the back of the truck and reaching under the passenger’s seat pulls out a small hunting knife and points it at the figure defensively. “Don’t try anything! Go away!” Her hand shakes, her head hurts and she feels the blood running thickly down her nose and onto her lips. “Don’t you fucking try!” The figure doesn’t move, Andrea just watches. She had been frightened out of her sleep, however, unpleasant as it was, it was still better than waking up thinking you’d die in your truck.

        How can you call it a nightmare, if it doesn’t leave you presence when you’re awake?

        When the person doesn’t do anything more, she squints. Rubbing her eyes roughly with one hand. “Isaac…” The blonde drops the knife and moves to the window and sits on her knees, placing a hand on the glass. She liked the coolness of it on her heated skin. “…Hi.” Her brows furrow then, lips turn into a frown, “What are you doing out here?”

Isaac quickly realizes how jarring it must have been for Andy to be woken up like that. His eyes widen as she jumps, her body moving to the backseat only to return with a knife. He stands, unsure of what to do. Not wanting to scare her even more, Isaac stands as still as possible, attempting to make himself look as non-threatening as possible. He keeps himself aware of his surroundings, making sure there’s no one there to bust him for being out after curfew, or worse, one of the infamous hunting parties. The cool air clings to the trucks windows, mixing with the warmth of Andrea’s body, leaving fog on the windows. Her face only becomes clear to him as she moves forward, her fingers pressing against the glass. It’s then Isaac sees the blood on her face, under her nose and on her lips. His heart drops and his mind races, making the connection to the infection. He’s frozen for a moment, confused as to how she got here, how she managed to get infected. His one comfort had been that she had been far away from the events that were unfolding in Braddock. But not anymore. Now she was here, clearly infected, and living in her truck. Isaac cannot hide the concern from his face. He touches a finger to the glass as though he could reach her through the glass. Her voice is muffled through the barrier, but he hears her. 

“Had some things to take care of.” His voice is quiet and his comment vague. He wants her to open the door, but he knows she won’t if she finds out he doesn’t have the illness yet. Chewing on the inside of his lip he makes a choice, knowing he cares more about Andrea’s safety than his own. 

“You can open the door... I-I have it too.” The words.. no, the lie comes out so easily, so convincingly, he almost believes it himself. Even before the infection, he never looked the most healthy, so his current ragged, tired appearance wouldn’t give him away. The lie, to him, is necessary. He knows that Andrea wouldn’t let him near her if she knew. 

[the-isaac-henderson]

you-are-being-assimilated:

Dane Dehaan, “Metallica Through The Never”

[the-isaac-henderson]

@ethanxvaldez

It was a rare occurrence that Isaac was outside during the day. He prefered the darkness of night that shadowed him from others, keeping him as invisible as possible. But today he went out with a purpose. He’d felt bad that he hadn’t reached out to Ethan in a while, and he’d heard from various people that the other man had been infected. Isaac hoped it wasn’t true. Regardless, he went to his friends house, and was told that Ethan had left, not wanting to infect the others in his house. So it was true, he was infected. Isaac felt a weight on his shoulders, the heaviness of the situation weighing down on him. He’d forced himself not to think about these things, but suddenly it was happening. Although he knew his own father was infected, this seemed to hit him harder. Someone he saw and spent time with on a regular basis could very well die within the next couple weeks. Isaac swallowed slowly, heading back out onto the sidewalk, keeping his head down, avoiding eye contact with anyone else that happened to be out. He wondered if he should text Ethan, but his own worry kept him from pulling out his phone. Isaac kept his hands stuffed in his pockets, his safety measure close at hand. He didn’t want to face the reality that his friend was dying. But all too quickly, after a few minutes of walking, he spotted Ethan’s car, and the sight hit Isaac like a brick to the chest. As he walked reluctantly forward, he silently hoped that Ethan wasn’t there. As he got closer, Isaac could see the back of his head. He rounded the side of the car not too quickly so as to not startle Ethan. His knuckles quickly rapped on the window. Isaac didn’t say anything, but rather tried to offer a weak smile, but he was sure it probably looked more like a grimace. 

[the-isaac-henderson]

@lachreid

Walking down the street, Isaac passes by Lachlan’s bar. The windows had been dark for a few weeks now, much like most businesses. With the lack of food and water, people were using money less and less and items of value were more likely to be bartered with. On this night however, Isaac notices a dim glow through the window, an odd occurrence for a supposedly empty bar. He opens it slowly, concerned that someone has broken in. Quietly stepping inside, he inches towards the back of the bar. As he peers around into the office, ready to call out whoever it is, he quickly realizes that it’s Lach herself. He silently shakes his head, and clears his throat so as to make his presence known. 

“Sorry,” he says quietly, hoping not to startle her. “Thought someone might have broken in. But it looks like the only one trespassing here is me. Don’t worry, I’m not infected.” He adds the last sentence quickly, knowing that’s usually the first thing on people’s minds nowadays. 

[the-isaac-henderson]

@andyradcliffes

It’s night, and Isaac walks quietly down the street, hands in pockets and hood up. He keeps his eyes down, but his ears listen to the sounds around him, making sure he is alone. The streets are no longer safe to him as they once were. Isaac keeps himself cooped up during the day, so at night, he roams, sometimes stealings things he needs, but tonight it’s just to stretch his legs and to keep himself from going stir crazy. His eyes casually glance at the vehicles as he walks, making sure there’s nothing in them worth stealing. As he passes a truck, he suddenly catches a glimpse of a person inside, causing him to duck. Normally he would keep moving quickly, avoiding any contact with someone who could be potentially dangerous, but this time, his curiosity got the better of him. He quietly shifts himself up, and peers inside at the sleeping female, and he quickly recognizes his friend. Andrea, who he believed was safe in a neighboring town, away from all the harm that came with Braddock, was asleep in the very truck he happened to walk past. He pauses, not sure what to do for a moment. Finally, his concern takes over, and he gently knocks on the window. 

“Andrea?” He whispers, even though he knows full well she probably can’t hear him through the window glass. 

[the-isaac-henderson]

The world had gone to shit. 

Weeks had passed, and the town seemed to crumble under its own impending doom. Isaac’s days became nothing more than routine tasks of survival. When the illness first hit, Isaac’s business increased, but as soon as a quarantine was placed, he knew he was fucked. He found himself isolated from his supplier, who was located outside the town’s borders. He knew at that moment he needed to act quick before becoming the target of those who wanted what he had. He may not have been the most book smart, but Isaac knew how to survive. He bought extra locks for his door, and sold the majority of his stock for higher than usual prices. Knowing that money wouldn’t hold value as food and water became scarce, he quietly stocked up, spending all that he could on items that would hold value over time. He kept his head down, slipping into the background that he knew so well. The weeks passed, and the town slowly started to go mad, just as Isaac had expected. The outside world didn’t seem to care about their little community, and a part of Isaac didn’t blame them. His mother left him a message, letting him know his father was infected, but he couldn’t bring himself to reply. 

Other than a couple texts to Andrea, who was safely outside the town borders, Isaac had cut himself off from everyone. The voices, as though they were feeding off of those around him, had gone into hysteria, driving him more crazy than normal. The headaches were constant and he frequently wondered why he fought so hard to survive. The infection hadn’t seemed to catch up to him yet, leaving him with a sick feeling that he of all people would be one of the few to actually make it through this. The days were the longest, as people went out on the street, begging for food, water, or medicine. He kept himself tucked away in his apartment during the days, doing his best to make it appear that no one lived there. At night he went out, silently stealing and gathering what he could, meeting up with the few connections that he felt he could still trust. He’d heard about the hunting parties, but chose to steer clear of them, wanting nothing to do with gun wielding folks who wanted nothing more than to make someone, no, anyone pay for what has happened to the town. For now, Isaac stays invisible as he can, biding his time, knowing that it wouldn’t be long before the death tolls go up, and the madness gets worse. All he can hope at this point is that they find the cure before the illness finds him. 

[the-isaac-henderson]

Text to Andy:

Andy: Hey, Old Sport!

Andy: Working.

Andy: Feeling dead on the inside counts, right?

Isaac: You're not funny.

Isaac: Seriously, where are you?

[the-isaac-henderson]

Text to Andy:

Isaac: so like, where have you been?

Isaac: you're not dead, are you?

[the-isaac-henderson]

The situation makes his neck burn from embarrassment. He makes a mental note to lock himself up in his apartment and never come out. Isaac’s eyes refuse to focus, as he slumbers forward, the physical contact making him somewhere close to nauseous in his current state. His gaze drags upward slowly, in attempt to glare at the taller male. He means to make a snide comment, but the words didn’t seem to make their way out of his lips. Instead he focuses on fumbling with the keys in his pockets when they reach his apartment door. His fingers feel foreign as they fail to grasp the keys, leaving them clattering to the ground. “Fuck.” This time the words find their way past his lips. He takes a moment and closes his eyes in frustration, before slowly reaching down, focusing on picking up the keys. Finally his fingers grasp them, sending out a quiet jingle into the hall as they hit together. He turns his eyes to the door, unable to focus on the knob. 

The very short answer is enough for Griffin. He’s been battling some aversion from the moment he stepped into their building, it’s only fitting that he bitterly replies to him. Again he was only looking for him to respond so he doesn’t slip into unconsciousness so having a conversation is best, although he might just let it go since Isaac is obviously in no mood. The climb the staircase in silence until they finally make it to the correct landing, the fourth level. Isaac cuts through the silence for the first time in what seems like ages and motions towards where he resides. Griffin nods. He saunters down the corridor with Isaac in his grasp, eyes casually moving between the doors they pass and him. “I suggest you get your keys ready now cause I’m not too keen on getting into your pants.”

[the-isaac-henderson]

BOLD what applies to your muse.

PLACE IN SOCIETY

financial: wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty.

medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged.

class or caste: upper / middle / working / slave / unsure.

education: qualified / unqualified / studying.

criminal record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no.

FAMILY

married - happily / married - unhappily / engaged or betrothed / partnered / single / divorced / separated.

has a child or children / has no children / wants children.  

(used to be) close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is (believed to be) deceased.

orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent(s).

TRAITS + TENDENCIES

extroverted / introverted / in between.

disorganized / organized / in between.

close minded / open-minded / in between.

calm / anxious / in between.

disagreeable / agreeable / in between.

cautious / reckless / in between.

patient / impatient / in between.

outspoken / reserved / in between.

leader / follower / in between.

empathetic / unemphatic / in between.

optimistic / pessimistic / in between.

traditional / modern / in between.

hard-working / lazy / in between.

cultured / un-cultured / in between / unknown.

loyal / disloyal / unknown.

faithful / unfaithful / unknown.

BELIEFS:

monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic.

belief in ghosts or spirits: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

belief in an afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

belief in reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

belief in aliens: yes  / no / don’t know / don’t care.

religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious.

philosophical: yes / no.

OPINIONS

pro-suicide / anti-suicide / doesn’t know or on the fence.

pro-euthanasia / anti-euthanasia / doesn’t know or on the fence.

pro-choice / anti-abortion /  doesn’t know or on the fence.

pro-marriage / anti-marriage / doesn’t know or on the fence.

pro-death penalty / anti-death penalty  / doesn’t know or on the fence.

pro-drug legislation / anti-drug legislation / doesn’t know or on the fence.

pro-murder / anti-murder / doesn’t know or on the fence.

pro-cannibalism / anti-cannibalism / doesn’t know or on the fence.

left wing / right wing / middle / doesn’t know or on the fence.

SEXUALITY + ROMANTIC INCLINATION

heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual.

sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favourable.

romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favourable.

sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious.

potential sexual partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all.

potential romantic partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all.

ABILITIES

combat skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none.

literacy skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

artistic skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

technical skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none.

HABITS

drinking alcohol: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

smoking: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess. 

other narcotics: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

medicinal drugs: never / sometimes  / frequently / to excess. 

indulgent food: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess. 

splurge spending: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

gambling: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

[the-isaac-henderson]

Isaac expects them to take the deal, but when they try to force an unreasonably low amount on him, his brow furrows, and his eyes narrow. “I don’t think you understand how this works.” His voice is low and calm. “You don’t get to barter. You don’t get to choose a price. You are goddamn lucky I even showed the fuck up.” It was situations like this that made him realize how good he was at his job. He didn’t let people run him over, or step on him. When the other steps forward, he takes it as a challenge. He takes his own step forward, removing more space between them. No, he wasn’t afraid; he honestly couldn’t give a shit about the virus. At this moment, all he cared about was the fact that this person was trying to rip him off. “Look, sweetheart,” He starts, throwing back a pet name to counter the one they threw at him, “I don’t give a flying fuck about what that virus is doing to you. I’m the one doing you the favor, not the other way around. This business I run, it’s not a fucking charity. You see, I’ve got someone that’s expecting to get their money from me, and if I practically give this shit away to you, then I don’t have shit to give them. And that’s a hell of a lot more frightening than you are. Got it?” His nose flares slightly, frustration bubbling inside of him. 

“I don’t fucking care what you know about me, or how you even know it. Also, the price has gone back up to $500, since you’ve gone and pissed me off, and wasted my time. So either you pay up, or I’m out of here, and you can fuck off and suffer through it on your own.” 

Money was never a problem to the angel, considering the high-end residence they’d been occupying for a while now; buut to simply give a mortal what they asked of them was just not on Asariel’s list of virtues. Father was the only one who could boss them around unconditionally, meaning requests would always come with a price for everyone else, no matter how desperate for help they actually were.

“Make it 250,” they stated in a demanding tone. They could feel his eyes baring their skin in an agitated glare at their response, causing them to react in a taunting manner. “What? The longer we argue here, the bigger the chance of you getting the infection, too,” they shrugged before realizing what their company had in mind. “Oh, I see. You’re not afraid, are you?” smirking menacingly like a know-it-all, the seraph slowly inched closer with their arms folded on their chest, only stopping when he was finally at their arm’s length. “Not so many things scared me, either, Baby Boy. But this thing inside me? It’s different. It plays the sickest mind tricks right off the bat and in your case, will give the townies all the more reason to hunt you down. So unless being constantly tortured to death happens to be your kink, I say you’d better watch out,” bending forward to meet the young human in the eye, they lowered their voice into a half-whisper, emphasizing the seriousness of their warning.

“Alright, enough talking. Do we have a deal?”