Now Whys It Kinda Giving.....

now whys it kinda giving.....

        " of course, lo lo! i'm having, like, so much fun, anyways, so it's totes' cool. thanks for letting me do it! " light dots of dark cherry blush over her cheek, brightening up willow's face while still keeping the darling little willow essence that used to make her worry, though now she's learned it's just a part of her. she promised gentleness, she gives gentleness, but with sparkle, of course! she's pulled out everything to match the blush already, wavering shades of reds and pinks and glitters, leaned close to willow with a focus almost rare for her. she doesn't feel fluttering, she doesn't feel lost, just ... just here. it's sort of nice, to have company and keep it.

        especially this company, special company, someone so entwined with her heart and someone who fits close to it, snug to it like a missing piece. allie glows under willow's gaze, and she nearly shakes with anticipation, quivers like a daisy in the wind. her hands flutter about as she rambles about anything, nothing, talking about the trees she met on her walk yesterday, and the guy at the club that danced with her, even though they had met by her falling into his arms. it's nice just to do this again, it feels as if it's been forever.

        the fairy girl softens impossibly further, her finger faltering at willow's eyelid, " oh, willow ... " her hands regrasp willow's chin, fingers brushing the soft skin there. " willow, you have always been beautiful. "

“ unpossession. ”

              “Thank  you  for  helping  me  get  ready,”             Willow says sweetly. It’s been a while since she’s had reason to get dressed up, and even longer since she’s actually wanted to look cute for an occasion. Usually she goes for a minimal makeup look, the boldest she gets is a deep red lipstick or a thicker wing of eyeliner than her usual wispy look, but today she’s decided to let Allie have free reign on her face and her wardrobe, considering that she’s been so graciously invited to tag along with her while she parties.

 It’s part of Willow’s attempt to reintegrate into normal things, and also goes hand in hand with Allie’s reluctance to leave her alone now that she’s come back. Spring is on it’s way, too, and Willow can already see the way her friend is beginning to bloom now that the flowers are returning. 

She catches her breath in her throat as Allie grips her face gently, a look of deep concentration on her face as she applies lipstick to the centre of Willow’s lips and blurs it out with her thumb. Willow feels herself blushing, her hands clamming, as Allie’s focus turns to her eyes. Willow lets out a nervous giggle, wondering why she feels her mouth watering and her heart pounding at the proximity. 

                           “Do I look pretty now?”         She asks, finally, when she can breathe again. 

        the firm sound of his voice surprises her, not quite shaking her out, but shaking her something. for a moment, she's not worrying about her flowers or her mother, but about henry. he sounds the closest to angry she's ever seen him, and she doesn't know how to fix it. she doesn't know how to fix anything. " i- i can't do any of that. i can't ... i can't ... you don't get it. "

        she still has so many things to what if and worry about, she hasn't even started. she's afraid to forget all of it. that if she looks away for even one moment the shrivels of hope deep, deep in the soil will know and die, alone and afraid. that her mother might feel it. that her mother might never come back. she's a terrible daughter. a terrible friend, making him sit with her like this. making him hold her. she's afraid that if he lets go, she'll fall apart, and she doesn't know how to hold him back. but in her desperation to keep him there, she tries. allie holds on as much as she can, her fingers stretching to hold onto the underside of his arms.

        " find- find them? " in the midst of her tangling, one more vine threads in, knotting in with the others. why would he want that? why would he want her to? " i never wanna' see them again! " she didn't mean to be so whiny, but it jumps out of her, shamefully abrupt and ugly and another too much on top of a world of too much's.

“ lighthouseborn. ”

  Alright. No. Henry’s patience for being extra gentle evaporated - it did not seem to be lending anything to Allie, no rope to grab or thought to bolster to. Henry left it where it was and settled his hands on her arms. He did not squeeze or grab, it was only pressure. Holding.

“Come here,” he told her firmly, “Get out of whatever that may be, come on. Look at me- breathe. Do not wander or what if, just breathe in… out. Are you alright? Not in your head, in your body. Does anything hurt? Can you count your fingers, move your toes? Focus on that.” It was a list. A lot to demand all in one go, he knew, but that could very well be the merit of it. Stir something and keep it going. Focus her here and now and not on anything else. “Are you able to stand?” He would lend her support, if she needed it. And if she managed to muster the will to protest, tell him to stop, he’d let her. So long as it was something. Anything to keep her from falling all to pieces, to stop her shrinking, sinking into emptiness. He combed debris out of her tawny hair with gentle fingers.

  “Ask me,” Henry said, suddenly sharp in his own way. “Ask me.. and I will find who did this.” Surely they would come to regret it. That, he thought, answering it in such a way, it would not bring her the kind of comfort it would others. Him. But it might make her argue with him.

  Or she might ask him.

  But he doubted it.

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        " you're the prince? " she says, dreamily, leaning forward with her hands holding up her head. her hands, the only thing holding up her head. dizzyness has enveloped her like a hug, something warm and tender and familiar. " they don't even make princes in people land! you're, like, so cool. "