☆彡 𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗼𝗹𝗳
❛ can you just admit that i saved your life already? superman is here. i'm right in front of you! ❜
lois was sure that she would love
a human boy. not a werewolf. but
isaac lahey put a dent in th...
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Matthew Lane glanced at his daughter, trying to act nonchalant as he prepared dinner. She was sat on top of the kitchen counter, significantly more upbeat than she had been in days, with her legs swinging back and forth.
"He seems... nice."
Lois quirked a curious brow, "Really?"
It was strange. The only person that her father had ever called nice was Luna Thomas, back when he had first met her. Which was admittedly true, but Luna was incredibly different to Isaac Lahey.
In her eyes, nice wasn't really the right word to describe Isaac.
"Okay— maybe not nice..." Matthew corrected, "But he doesn't seem that bad, either. In fact, I kinda liked the kid."
Again, Lois watched him in suspicion. Yet another thing to pass his lips, that she really hadn't expected her father to say. She had expected him to hate Isaac — like a lot of people seemed to, post bite — and especially as a lawyer, having known that he had been a suspect in his own fathers murder case. Of course he was proven innocent, but that didn't make the boy a saint; Isaac Lahey had done countless terrible things, including threatening his daughter on multiple occasions. Lois had expected her father to hate him in a way that no one had ever hated him, before. But, he didn't.
Why?
Isaac had left not too long ago. A silent agreement between them had been reached, having decided not to tell anyone else about her progress. Lois still wasn't well-versed in her new abilities, and they had only managed to create small ripples and trails, and she didn't want to let anyone down if she suddenly couldn't use them in a time of need. She was also still uncomfortable — Lois had no idea how this had happened to her, or when, but it made her feel icky on the inside. Wordlessly, Isaac had understood this. Or, if not, then accepted it at least. There was no argument, no bicker, not a single disagreement on the matter. He wasn't going to push Lois, not with something like this. She was adjusting. Throwing her in the deep end wasn't going to help, in the slightest.
