Eternal Love - Isabelle Lightwood gxg

Echoes of whispers

Trigger warning: self harm, please read at your own discretion, and if you need someone to talk to do not hesitate to reach out, my inbox is always open. 

I winced as I carefully wrapped my hand, the remnants of the shattered mirror still vivid in my memory. Frustration boiled within me as I grappled with the inability to move on from Izzy. Every encounter with her fueled a storm of emotions, tempting me to run towards her and kiss her. But the harsh reality of my training always yanked me back.

With a heavy sigh, I signed my discontent, my hands fluidly expressing the frustration that words couldn't capture. The longing for connection clashed violently with my instinct to avoid attachments. In my line of work, distractions were a luxury I couldn't afford.

Moving back to my desk, I focused on the files Robert had handed me. Photos of shadowhunters I'd been training with for the past ten months stared back at me. As I delved into the details, thoughts of reaching out to Theo and Sage lingered. Trust was fragile, especially when suspicions circled around Maryse's involvement.

My phone chimed abruptly, Alec summoning me to the control room for a mission. Sighing, I exchanged my casual attire for a burgundy outfit that clung to my frame, starkly contrasting the turmoil within. Wincing with every movement, I lazily dragged my feet towards the impending mission, leaving the unresolved emotions of the past to be tackled later.

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I winced as I carefully wrapped my hand, the shards of the shattered mirror still fresh in my mind. Frustration boiled within me as I grappled with the inability to move on from Izzy. Every encounter with her fueled a storm of emotions, tempting me to run towards her and kiss her. But the harsh reality of my training always yanked me back.

With a heavy sigh, I signed my discontent, my hands fluidly expressing the frustration that words couldn't capture. The longing for connection clashed violently with my instinct to avoid attachments. In my line of work, distractions were a luxury I couldn't afford.

Moving back to my desk, I focused on the files Robert had handed me. Photos of shadowhunters I'd been training with for the past ten months stared back at me. As I delved into the details, thoughts of reaching out to Theo and Sage lingered. Trust was fragile, especially when suspicions circled around Maryse's involvement.

My phone abruptly chimed, Alec summoning me to the control room for a mission. Sighing, I exchanged my casual attire for a burgundy outfit that clung to my frame, a stark contrast to the turmoil within. Wincing with every movement, I lazily dragged my feet towards the impending mission, leaving the unresolved emotions of the past to be tackled later.

Once in the control room, I found Charlie huddled over one of the screens, deeply engrossed in monitoring the escalating demon activities. We engaged in conversation about the increased demand attacks, and Charlie made insightful remarks about patterns and the rise in Greater Demon activity. A sly joke about Lilith added a touch of humor, a momentary relief from the weight on my shoulders.

My attention was abruptly pulled away from the screens in front of me by Izzy's voice, slicing through the room. "About everything but your personal life. You know, and it's kind of unfair because I always talk to you about mine. For example, I broke up with Meliorn."

Startled, I slinked down further in the seat next to Charlie, realizing I had unintentionally become privy to a private conversation between the Lightwood twins. My heart twinged at the mention of Izzy's current, or rather, her last lover.

Alec replied to Izzy with a dry, "Really? Turning over a new leaf?"

"He was a bit much. Apparently, I need someone more Shadowhunter-ish," Izzy retorted.