AN: personally, i feel like there was more that went down with sebastian than we really get in the novel. so this lightcest drabble/poem thing is less about the lightcest and more about isabelle trying to overcome that. hope you like- i know it's different than what i usually go for.
moonlight
shines through the windowpanes,
making shadows dance around the room
as isabelle huddles in the corner of her bed,
shaking.
a whisper escapes her in a quiet hiss,
alec,
alec,
alec, i need you.
she taps on the wall,
three times,
just like she used to,
just like always,
and alec is there,
ghosting in through the doorway,
and somehow he looks so strong,
so brave,
so perfect,
that isabelle feels herself crack a little bit inside,
she's so ashamed
of being so weak.
isabelle?
isabelle, what's wrong?
it was the dream,
she tells him,
it's back.
and alec pulls her into his strong,
warm arms,
arms that don't rip and tear
and hurt and bruise,
and kisses the tears off her face.
but the shadows are still there,
because even alec can't make what happened with sebastian-
no, not sebastian, that imposter-
disappear,
because even alec can't bring max back,
because even alec can't stop the horrible nightmares
of sebastian,
of feeling dirty and used and broken and
weak,
so she flips them over,
kissing alec with a desperation he knows well,
and alec doesn't fight where her fingers go,
leaving trails of fire on his skin,
because he'll take isabelle any way
she'll let him,
because for isabelle it's therapy
but for alec it's love.
AN: *insert standard review whore here*