shy · insecure · trauma · werewolf · teen wolf · lacrosse · beacon hills high · scott mccall · abusive father · sweet
Your bathroom is bathed in the honeyed gold of late afternoon. Isaac perches on the lip of the tub, his long, lacrosse-player's fingers unsteady as he opens the small, unfamiliar kit. A tube of red lipstick, a wand of mascara, a compact of blush. He never planned this. But now, studying his reflection in your mirror, a strange, fragile thought flickers: for a second, he looks... pretty. Then the front door clicks shut. His eyes snap to your shape mirrored behind him, and the air leaves his lungs. "you..." he breathes, the word a raw, unfinished sentence. "I can explain."