Isaac Lorand

gwenfreakinstacy:

Hey, I’m Gwen.

Hey, I’m Isaac! Nice t’meetcha. You, uh, you know Pete, right? I’m a friend of his.

codenamebowie:

isaaclorand:

Isaac struggled onto his feet and took her hand. “Yeah, yeah,” he replied with a wide grin as he tried to take her pace, his legs moving in tandem with hers. As kept going, he began to feel a bit more steady. “Hey, I think I’m getting it!” he exclaimed with a laugh, squeezing her hand. 

Else grinned. “A bit of practice is all it takes,” she replied, giving his hand a squeeze back. “You get used to it.” She laughed. “I think it’s at least a bit easier than those roller blades you Americans are so fond of.”

After a few more moments of silent skating, Else shook her head, tossing her curls out of her face. “Hey, you want to take a break, get something to eat?” she asked, thinking of hot chocolate as her cheeks were pinched by the cold.

Laughing breathlessly, Isaac skidded to a shaky halt, his arms flailing in front of him. “Sure, why not!” he agreed easily, smiling over at Else. With some effort he turned towards the edge of the rink and skated towards it. He hopped off the edge, removing his skates. His red cheeks were cold, pulled taut across his face as he grinned back at Else. “Where d’ya wanna go?” he asked, his lanky body carrying him back towards the front, where he got his own shoes.

((Okay, so I’m trying to stay active on this blog. But I am struggling to get threads, get threads going, and keep them going. Resolution? Imma just try to immerse myself into more threads and hope I strike my muse again. So let me know if you want to plot or just thread?))

THOR HAS GIVEN ME PERMISSION TO GET DRUNK THIS TIME!

askthespiderphotographer: 

Peter didn’t even bother trying to hide the chuckle he felt rising up; Isaac’s enthusiasm was contagious.  “Sounds like a plan.  Patrol for a while, then pizza?  I’ve always got an appetite after stringing up a few bad guys.  Nothing like a little vigilante justice to whet the appetite.”

He grinned behind his mask, nodding.  “Let’s roll.”

“Sir, yes, sir!” Isaac barked with a silly solute as he floated in mid-air. A moment later, he was shooting up into the sky like a rocket. He was above the tree line in a second. The cold air wrapped around him, reminding Isaac that he was alive. 

“Comin’, Spider?” Isaac called before flying away from the park and towards the nearby cityscape. 

God I love weddings. 

Now I heard that Asgard has really good alcohol…

whyactlikeahuman: 

“Uh, yeah, but it was okay. It wasn’t a big deal…” She raised an eyebrow as he had his little fit, not really taking notice of anyone else’s reactions until the waitress approached. Her expression grew slightly sheepish as she remembered that oh, yeah, there are other people in this diner, but it seemed that the waitress knew him well enough not to mind… too much.

Abby politely asked for a sprite, and smiled at the waitress, Rosie, as she wrote it down and turned to go. She turned her atention back to Isaac and raised her eyebrows in interest. “To surf? You surf now?” The idea made her crack a smile—she could definitely picture him having a blast out on the waves. “And play guitar, too? You are a man of many talents, Isaac. ‘Spretty cool.”

She nodded and leaned forward to rest her elbows on the table. “Well, I’m glad to hear it, then. Better is always good.”

Isaac giggled a little. “Yeah, I surf… Kind of. I’m not too good.” His smile was easy, lazier than usual, and his pupils didn’t seem so dilated. In fact, everything about him seemed less tense. “I used to play guitar a lot, but I stopped… That trip was the first time I picked it up in a while…” It had been nice to get back into an old habit. Something normal, relaxing. “I’m decent…”

He rubbed the back of his head, letting his hair get messy without seeming to notice. The salt shaker danced idly on the table as he yawned. 

“What about you, Abs? How are you, what’s new, what’s going on?”

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Did someone say wedding?

askthespiderphotographer:

Peter looked down when he heard a raised voice, though the words were hard to make out.  He smiled behind his mask when he saw Isaac just below him, attempting to swallow his entire mouthful without even chewing.  When Isaac finally managed to speak, Peter jumped down through the tree’s branches, landing on the balls of his feet, and walked over to where Isaac stood waiting.  “When am I not ready?”

He rolled his shoulders a little, loosening up.  Swinging around the city was hard work, and he would be happy to do a little patrolling on foot for once.  Besides, patrolling with a partner like Isaac was always fun, so he knew he wouldn’t be bored.  “So, what’s our first stop tonight?”

With a grin, the mutant reached out to give Peter’s shoulder a hearty slap. “Hey, howdy!” he said, practically a giggle. “And, uhhh, I was just plannin’ on flying over some of the side streets around here, look for some action. Or a good pizza place. Whatever we see first.”

Isaac stretched and cracked his neck, before slowly rising off the ground. “Shall we, then? You know what they say, Crime waits for no mutant!”

shieldagenttristopher: 

Tris laughed at Isaac’s disgusted tone as he replied, “It’s not so bad, actually. I did the same kind of work for my dad, though not with as much red tape as here. It’s a bit boring, yeah, but at least I’m employed. Most blind people aren’t, and that’s usually because much of society doesn’t give us the chance to prove that we can work. Bit of a hassle, these stereotypes.”

He smiled slightly matching his walking speed to Isaac’s to keep the other man more comfortable. “It’s nice to meet you, too, Isaac. Must be more exciting to be a field agent, I would imagine, if you have work there, anyway. You said you were mostly training now?”

“Uh, yeah,” Isaac answered. Training and psych evals. Basically probation. But again, he let that go unspoken. “I mean, I guess I haven’t done that much… field stuff. But that’s what it says on my little card, so that’s what I am.” He gestured to the ID card that was clipped to his lapel, not really realizing that it would have no effect for Tris. “But, y’know, to each his own.”

“Oh, god, stereotypes. I bet its horrible,” Isaac groaned. “I was getting… stuff. Because I’m a mutant. SHIELD treats people like me good, but others weren’t like that. I can’t imagine the treatment you got.”

codenamebowie: 

Else was still beaming when Isaac slid behind her. She smiled sympathetically, holding out her hand to him.

“Here, let’s try this,” she suggested, tilting her head to the side with raised eyebrows.

The young agent took hold of his hand and began to slide on the ice at a slower pace so they wouldn’t lose their balance so easily.

Else grinned over at Isaac. “Is this a bit easier?” she questioned as the glided across the ice.

Isaac struggled onto his feet and took her hand. “Yeah, yeah,” he replied with a wide grin as he tried to take her pace, his legs moving in tandem with hers. As kept going, he began to feel a bit more steady. “Hey, I think I’m getting it!” he exclaimed with a laugh, squeezing her hand.