isolt griffin

In this moment it seemed as though Isolt had never desired anything as vehemently and as desparately as she desired just those few more moments to linger beneath the sun's dazzling rays. Surely does it shine in the curve of every swirling blue helix that spirals in her eyes, etched soundly into the curvature of her face, the quivering of her crimson lips as she pleads with her companion for clemency. "Please, Tet...," she whispers even as he issues a firm rebuttal, placing the objection she knew all too well was to come. Isolt knows then that she shall not emerge victorious from this deceptively small battle of wills, for both of them are of the knowledge that to linger would only result in admittedly dire consequences. Consequences that, though Isolt knows in her heart of hearts she is willing to face, she realizes would be poor recompense for this greatest gift he has bestowed upon her.

And so obediently does she follow in Tetradore's stead, the sage fabric of her garment whisping playfully about her delicate frame as she is ushered into the car. His words resonate deeper perhaps than he realizes, the barest hint of a simper able to be glimpsed quirking at a singular edge of her ruby lips. "I'm sorry," she whispers after a time, fixing him with a demure glance before her gaze settles to the ever-rising sun. "I have thought about this every night since I was turned, every time I wake up in the darkness... and I guess I just wanted to linger in it as long as I could." Isolt cannot help but trail her eyes to the handsomely-chiseled features of his face with her next words, a genuinely beautiful smile drawing its creases into her features. "You have given me the most amazing gift, Tet. I'll never forget this." It is the absolute truth; come the pillaging and crashing waves of a thousand years she shall never forfeit this particular memory. She would never surrender this moment, this memory of her final sunrise and of him to the rapacious hands of time.

All too soon do they arrive at her abode, the young vampire perhaps taking a moment longer than absolutely necessary in order to unlock her apartment and grant access to the pair, turning to absorb one last glance, one last mental photograph of this singularly glorious occasion before finally traversing the threshold. She gives pause for a long moment, her eyes falling to a close as a smile once again accents the smooth canvas of her facade as if in an effort to commit this moment and all those that had come before to the vault of her memory. Then does she turn to her companion, gently placing a soft kiss against his cheek before allowing her head to rest against his chest, her form made weary by the toll the sun has taken upon it. Even so does she smile, for no greater morning has she seen in rather long while.