KRISTINE FROSETH IN SHARP STICK.

KRISTINE FROSETH IN SHARP STICK.

@witcheri.

        nestled close to the demon, she has never felt safer. her heart feels as if it has wings, fluttering up above the clouds and floating, nothing to worry for. calm and happy, so much so it almost feels like a drug. they always find ways to surprise her, with tender gestures and the sweetness of his smiles, the smiles she knew- after constant reminders from someone grumpy enough to point out his lack of casual niceties -were saved just for her. as they walk together, so close allie nearly trips on her own feet, she finally sees what he'd been leading her to. a pretty picnic in the woods, private under the trees, though allowing for cracks of light. " oh, kier. "

i love you

allie's gift is a pair of customized cowboy boots, with a multitude of flowers (badly) handpainted across the leather and pink glitter stuck on the heels. ✨

        warm tears spring at the corners of her eyes, glittering and kept at bay by only her joy. " oh my gosh, they're sparkly and they have flowers! that's just like me! like, my brain! " she cradles the boots to her chest as if they were something very small and alive, looking at ishtar with a look full of love. " thank you so much, i love them! now i can be just like you! " and she never wears shoes, but she thinks now, she'll never take these off. keep them on forever and ever, and now she'll always think of ishtar. squishing the boots between the two of them as she throws her arms around ishtar, she laughs over her shoulder, almost into it. " i love you, i love you, i love you! "

now whys it kinda giving.....