@witcheri.

@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 made allie (my main blog and oc) a little sideblog here bc her usual blog is really cluttered with shitposting and bots and it's overwhelming me to get on her and write. so i decided to make a little sideblog to act as a mini blog of sorts until i feel like i can get back on her and feel good enough to write. this is mostly for me and my friends to write with/on, but i'm down for more connections from new mutuals as well.

i am still in tears. olette catch these hands how could u hurt her

someone said nell fisher looks like miss froseth's little sister and like. the baby allie energy of these

allie celebrates galentine's FOR SURE!!!

        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.

i did already send out all of the flowers from allie for the people i planned to but if u wanted some 👁 maybe like this post or smthn