isolt griffin
Damon might never come to fully comprehend the true depth of what he has done in bringing her here; neither may Isolt, though in this moment she is filled with the warmth of her own awe. The young vampire has spent the months since her untimely death lamenting a fair few things forfeited to the reaper's unforgiving hand. The kiss of the sun haunted her still, every recollection of its warmth a tormenting reminder of her damnation and a foreboding precursor of things to come with her descent into this eternal darkness. For months Isolt had failed to see the beauty which night had to offer, had met it with scorn for what she believed it to signify... until now. Dazzling blue eyes continue to rove over the cityscape set beyond the picturesque knoll upon which they found themselves, a million diamonds glittering against those blue surfaces, coaxed to life by a million city lights. She could not help but agree with Damon as it was, truly, breath-taking.

She turns to face him as he draws nearer to her, gossamer curls swinging pleasantly against her back as she does so. Isolt is helpless against the inquisitive look that draws subtle creases into her brow at his request, lingering a moment in pointed silence before acquiescing and allowing her lids to slide to a close as the plump cushions of her lips part for him. It cannot rightly be said what she expects of him in this moment, though surprise none the less works its way across her features, blue eyes opening to peer up at him as a single hand flies to her mouth. The small pastry lingers upon her tongue in a moment of confusion and hesitance for Isolt had yet to master the art of once again ingesting solid food as she once had. For a moment she fears she might choke as she has before when attempting such a feat, the slightest suggestion of worry marring her otherwise quite beautiful façade as she peers into the eyes of her companion. It is then that the succulently buttery crust begins to melt upon her tongue, its disintegration aided by the pressing of her teeth which heralds a rewarding burst of hot, fresh blood. A pleasant hum echoes within the depths of her throat as Isolt savors the feel of it upon her tongue, swallowing the confection easier than she had ever believed possible.

"It's perfect," she whispers, referring to so much more than just the pastry he has offered, ivory teeth glimmering beyond the veil of her lips before she offers him a look that could only ever have been characterized as purely enigmatic before slowly backing away. One delicate finger is curled in his direction in a beckoning arc as Isolt saunters towards the creek that burbles peacefully not far from where Damon's tantalizing spread awaits. The young flame-haired woman makes short work of the removal of her shoes and socks, carefully and deftly rolling up the legs of her own faded jeans before hopping onto the smooth stones that dot the black and shimmering surface of the water. She moves with a dancer's practiced grace from stone to stone, pausing upon one particularly large boulder that allows a view of the cityscape previously unseen. Turning back only to ensure that Damon follows, Isolt inclines her head, a soft sigh whispering from her lips. "I've never seen it quite like this. You would almost think it's peaceful."

Isolt lingers a moment in contemplative silence before stooping down to allow her slender fingers to pierce the darkly alluring surface of the creek, a mischievous and secret smirk plucking tentatively at her lips. Her movements are swift, her cupped hand flying from the water only to splash a smooth arc of the liquid towards her companion as a girlish chortle once again bubbles from within her. Isolt moves quickly to escape any retribution, hopping to a neighboring stone, her laughter accented against the playful burbling of the creek.