[Thunder] In Our [Hearts] -Isadora-

[axel.keegan.wynter]

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[isadora.lillian.conrad]

Isadora sat on her bed staring at the letter she had received from Cupid, feeling completely numb, drained of all emotion at she stared at the piece of parchment. It was almost as if she were heading for her own execution, she could hardly stand to get up and head down to Cupid’s Hall, knowing that the man who was waiting for her was not Horace. She had known deep down for the past five years that this was a possibility, that Cupid could be cruel and she might end up paired with someone else, but now that it was here, that it had happened, it was even worse than she had imagined. She and Horace had been together when they received their letters, and they had both left the lake broken hearted and empty inside, knowing that no matter how much they told each other they would find a way to be together, that in the end it would only result in imprisonment, or worse, death.

The young nurse had spent the night waiting for a flood of tears that never came, she was beyond crying, beyond feeling anything except the calm dread that accompanied the end of her happiness. With a groan Isadora forced herself to stand, going through the motions of picking out a dress at random in her closet, a little blue sundress, one of Horace’s favorites, and brushing her hair as she stared at her own reflection in her little mirror. She looked hollow, tired and worn out, but didn’t bother putting on make-up to cover it. It wasn’t as if she cared if Axel found her attractive, she had no intention of giving Cupid the satisfaction of her giving into him.

Isadora exited her room near the Hospital Wing, and somehow made her way to Cupid’s Hall, though she barely remembered the journey through the castle. All she could think about was Horace’s face as he came to see her before he went to his meeting with the student he was matched with, the longing and pain that shown in his eyes as he told her he loved her, no matter what, and would find a way to be with her. But in the end would it be enough? She knew the answer, deep down, but refused to give voice to it yet. As the nurse arrived at room 107 she paused, then with a shaking hand opened the door to see that Axel had already arrived. He was sitting, and looking nearly as miserable as she felt, so at least she didn’t have to worry that he might actually be pleased about the match. With a feeling of finality Isadora entered the room and shut the door behind them, sealing their fate for the next hour. “Hello Professor Wynter" she said mildly, standing by the door since her legs didn't seem to want to work.

[axel.keegan.wynter]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px; height: 600px; background-image: url(http://img254.imageshack.us/img254/8558/icyzwv1itu.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius:100px 100px 100px 100px; border: 3px solid #ffffff;] SO MUCH HATE FOR THE ONES WE LOVE axel didn't know how long he sat in the chair, staring at the wall with really nothing in particular on his mind. it was easy to make his thoughts blank. if he didn't he'd certainly start brooding over the next hour and how pathetic it would be. honestly, both he and nurse conrad were grown adults. they had their own set ideas in the world, and there was no way in hell that they would magically fall for each other. magic could not accomplish everything in the world. cupid was fooling himself, or else he just got some sort of sick sadistic thrill out of putting the worst couples together with an ultimatum of, essentially, love or death. not that axel really believed too much in love... he believed that what most experienced was simple infatuation, nothing more. love was just a fantasy idea, or mistaken for a long-lasting infatuation. the sound of the door opening brought him out of his thoughts- or lack thereof. he turned towards the door in the chair to see his 'lovely' match standing there, and if he thought he was having a bad day he only needed to look at her to think of how much worse it could be. seriously... he could lie to charm the ladies, but there was absolutely no way to say 'you look like hell' nicely. he'd gone through enough sleepless nights in his quarter century of life to know what the aftereffects looked like, though his sleepless nights usually occurred because of a fun filled evening, and it didn't seem that that was the case with nurse conrad... with a small sigh the ravenclaw head pushed himself to his feet, picking up the box beside him and opening t up to reveal the single red rose that screamed rudely of 'love', like one big joke. "nurse conrad," she didn't seem to be keen to move closer towards him, so he closed the distance between them and made to hand her the flower. "this is for you. or, well, for the garbage if you'd prefer." there can be only one mikey! of caution 2.0

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[isadora.lillian.conrad]

Isadora stood rooted to the floor, trying to force herself to breath in and out slowly so she wouldn't pass out. She felt as if she were living in some horrible nightmare, a nightmare she would never be able to wake up from again. She tried to force herself out of the abyss she had fallen into, but the nurse felt completely detached from her body as she looked over at her co-worker, the one she was to be forced to live her life with. Somehow seeing him looking almost as miserable as she was brought her slowly back to herself and her eyes followed Axel as he stood up and walked over toward her with a box containing a single red rose. He greeted her, but she only returned the greeting with a wide-eyed look of helplessness and pain as he handed her the flower.

His next words made the difference though because Axel indicated the flower was for her, or if she preferred the garbage. That was all she needed to hear, it felt like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders, the acknowledgement that he didn't want this any more than she did, and that he wasn't going to expect her to play happy couple with him. Izzy took the flower slowly, turning it in her hand and studying its perfect beauty, the only thing in the room that was as it was meant to be. "Thank you... Professor Wynter" she stated quietly, clutching the rose in her hand as her eyes darted about the room. She was already starting to feel trapped, and the incredible weight of what she was being forced to do was adding to her feeling of confinement.

It was just too much, no one should have to bear this much hurt alone, and she was quickly reaching her breaking point. With dark blue eyes full of infinite sadness, Isadora turned back to stare into the handsome face of the Ravenclaw head, wondering why it wasn't Horace's eyes she was staring into at that moment. And then the wall caved in, and all of the tears that had remained unshed from the night before burst forth and Isadora had her melt down. She started to sob uncontrollably, the pain racking her body in waves as she threw herself into Axel's arms and cried on his shoulder, seeking out the only other human company in the room, and needed some sort of reassurance that everything was going to be alright.

[axel.keegan.wynter]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px; height: 600px; background-image: url(http://img254.imageshack.us/img254/8558/icyzwv1itu.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius:100px 100px 100px 100px; border: 3px solid #ffffff;] SO MUCH HATE FOR THE ONES WE LOVE at least she didn't slap him for having the gall to actually give her flowers as cupid commanded. not that he'd thought she would, but there was some look in her eyes... desperation and despair, that made him think that any actions done by the young nurse would be utterly unpredictable. she almost looked, well, insane for some reason. maybe it was the fact that she looked so tired, or just the general vibe she gave off, but you never trusted the predictability of an insane person. wouldn't this be a 'fun' hour if it did turn out she was in the midst of some sort of mental breakdown? it promised to be downright enthralling anyways (yes, that was sarcasm), so axel didn't think he needed the added entertainment of having to fight off his wife-to-be until the doors finally let him out to freedom. "Thank you... Professor Wynter" clearly this was awkward... axel didn't even know what to do now. smile? nod? shrug? scoff? so many possibilities, and he didn't know which one to go with, so he just kind of jerked his head, his face perfectly straight. 'thank you' was customary, 'thank you' was rarely meant, especially in situations like this... that was, unless she was thanking him for not trying to force the flowers on her, in which case he didn't think that the 'thank you' was any more necessary. neither of them wanted this, he didn't need to be the control-freak bastard about it. he might not be the most personable, social soul in the world, but he wasn't about to take his own frustrations of the helplessness of this situation out on her. he'd save his anger for a punching bag or something later... something that he could beat, or destroy in general, the crap out of without actually harming a living soul. he didn't see any warning signs... should he have? one moment he was standing awkwardly in place, one hand clenched into a fist at his side, and the next moment he was stumbling back with the weight of the nurse pressed against him. his arms instantly and instinctively rose up to grab her, arms wrapping around her, and it took him an moment to realize that the woman was actually sobbing. as if the evening weren't already awkward enough. axel was not good at comforting people. he never had been. perhaps being raised by a strict parent such as his father had done this to him, but he was more the type to say 'suck it up and live with it' than to offer consoling words of encouragement as the nurse probably needed right now. but... he couldn't and wouldn't do that to her. besides the fact that he was quite certain the comment would warrant a slap, he couldn't blame her for being upset. "c'mon... deep breaths... it's-" okay, so it was so not going to be okay. axel wasn't about to make a false promise and say it would. things would not work out, they were not better than they seemed, and this was not a blessing in disguise. so... what was there left to say? fine, he could try to lie, and maybe somehow it would be the truth. "things aren't as bad as they seem, miss conrad. things'll work out somehow." what was that? half a truth? a quarter a truth? he'd tried. there can be only one mikey! of caution 2.0

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