[ they are separated when they die. isaac is dragged left and jack is dragged right but the deed is done for all the suffering they'd gone through. it had been a waiting game. wait it out. wait for us. wait it out. do not move. do not run. isaac was too used to running to not run.
when isaac wakes up, his skin doesn't burn, his throat doesn't ache, his very bones no longer shriek in pain and his heart doesn't ache. he's standing in the middle of a train that for all he knows could be rushing towards the end of the world and he is alive.
the first words out of him: ]
... Jack?
[ it's a hesitant call, soft, and his heart is racing. ]
Jack--
[ but the train tracks clickety clack and isaac is left to slowly roam the wooden-panels of the interior of the train, peering into compartments for his stupid sweater and his stupid beautiful face and a mouth he wants to kiss the living day lights out of. he isn't tired, isn't fatigued, but his breath comes fast in a panic--it always does.
isaac sees him in a small compartment, ses him leaning back in his seat with his lips twisted in an oddly beautiful way and his dark brows narrowed.
he can barely help himself when he slowly opens the compartment door and calls in with a somewhat soft voice. ]
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when isaac wakes up, his skin doesn't burn, his throat doesn't ache, his very bones no longer shriek in pain and his heart doesn't ache. he's standing in the middle of a train that for all he knows could be rushing towards the end of the world and he is alive.
the first words out of him: ]
... Jack?
[ it's a hesitant call, soft, and his heart is racing. ]
Jack--
[ but the train tracks clickety clack and isaac is left to slowly roam the wooden-panels of the interior of the train, peering into compartments for his stupid sweater and his stupid beautiful face and a mouth he wants to kiss the living day lights out of. he isn't tired, isn't fatigued, but his breath comes fast in a panic--it always does.
isaac sees him in a small compartment, ses him leaning back in his seat with his lips twisted in an oddly beautiful way and his dark brows narrowed.
he can barely help himself when he slowly opens the compartment door and calls in with a somewhat soft voice. ]
This seat taken?
[ he smiles like good weather. ]