@ghostofaformerself asked: 💋 ( kisses from everyone pls ) Izzy decided she wanted dibs on first go , surprise surprise
It’s weeks after the epic tragedy that is known as their wedding. The body count, it’s catastrophic considering that over half their guests and both their best man and man of honor were killed right in front of them.
When Isabelle finally comes to days after the slaughter, she feels nothing and everything all at once. The weight of everyone who died on her conscious as she’s suddenly brought back to reality, her heart thudding hard in her chest as a constant reminder that she lives and they’re all gone. But nothing hurts more than knowing that Casmir and Maddox are dead because of her. It’s all her fault and she knows it the moment she wakes up and feels the bandages on her neck.
It’s not a nightmare. It’s real.
And that alone, pulls the breath from her lungs in a stifled sob.
It’s hard to even look at Killian whenever he’s in the same room as her. She’s the reason his son is dead. The son he had wanted for ages, gone in mere minutes. His crimson splattered with Maddox’s across both the girls. Like salt thrown into a wound. And she knows that had been the intention. That’s exactly what Ezekiel and Isaac had wanted. Maximum pain.
It takes courage for her to even bring herself to step into the same room as Rayne. Her stomach twists every time she tries to. By the gods, it’s unbearable. She doesn’t understand why they haven’t just abandoned her, left her to suffer with the knowledge of what she’s done.
But finally, she summons herself the will to find her wife sitting curled up on the couch, wrapped in a blanket. The brunette moves slowly, as if approaching an animal she doesn’t want to scare off. Because as much as she hates herself, deep down she hopes that Rayne doesn’t. Once she’s near her, the brunette crouches down onto her knees, looking up at the other before she softly kisses her forehead. She sinks the rest of the way to the floor and rests her head in Rayne’s lap, a hand reaching for the other’s as the other rests on the other brunette’s thigh. A soft sniffle escapes her as tears sting at the corner of her eyes and she buries her face.
“I’m sorry,” It’s muffled and quiet, “I am so sorry.”