@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. "

now whys it kinda giving.....

        willow's touch does everything and nothing, it confirms allie of the girl's shaking presence and feels so, so small, which makes her worry even more. she's not supposed to worry. she's supposed to be fun and careless and thin, like a cloud over the sun. but she can't, she can't not care.

        " of course i'm crying, silly girl, you're talking about being hopeless, i- " i'm supposed to be your hope. all i am is hope. but i'm stupid in it, i'm stupid and i don't see you, throwing yourself into the dark. " it's not your fault, it's not your fault. you're upset, i can't help but be upset. it's not your fault. please, please- " she's begging now, please don't run away to that dark place again, please don't hide. " i want to know, i do want to know, please- please don't-. " please don't leave.

        and she didn't mean to but now she's crying a little more, and now she's trying desperately to make herself stop. willow will be upset if you cry, and then you really have ruined everything. her fingers grasp on tighter to willow's hands, her skin, trying to keep her right there with her, forever. ghost pale and shaking, she needs to see the pink her fingers will bring pressing against it, looking almost monochrome against allie's own.

“ unpossession. ”

Willow hadn’t been looking at Allie while she rambled, staring off into some distant and grim dreamscape where she is both adult and child; where she’s alone; where the people she loves have turned their backs on her finally, because she has used up their sympathy and good will… So she looks shocked by Allie’s sudden interruption, scared and relieved all at once that it was just a dream and that at least one friend hasn’t turned her back on her.

            “Allie…” She says softly, in awe of the tears on her cheeks. In awe of her strength in the face of Willow’s sadness.

When she was fifteen she was alone too, Willow would say if she ever knew. She would tell Allie all of that, share it. She would tell her that if she knew her back then, she would have wanted her.

            “I’ve made you cry,” Willow whispers, touching her face. This is what she does. She spreads her sadness around, trying to even the load. The people that care for her get hurt and those who don’t, feed on it. “I made you cry…”

@veilfleur.

        they've sat quietly for a while. she thinks, anyway, time gets so silly here. the trees wiggle and the sun laughs but it feels like day forever, golden and glowing and bright until it's night, and things waver even more. but they've sat so long that questions start to perch on allie's tongue, tiny birds that want so desperately to be free, and she just can't deny them any longer. " do you have a name? sometimes people don't have names here. " she asks, curious and gentle and trying her very best not to press. she knows names can be hard. well, not hard, really. slippery and thin, and so, so heavy.

        " 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. 

KRISTINE FROSETH IN SHARP STICK.