I Love Her I Love Her I Love Her

i love her i love her i love her

420 allie smokes

        willow? everything in the room bleeds black, shadows dousing every surface and climbing further. it's wrong, and it only gets worse when she sees willow pressed into the corner. her stomach twists with dread, afraid that this must be a shadowed, scarlet version of the willow she had held only days ago. but it's not. she glows like moonlight, still, except she's shivering. except she looks sick beyond sick. except everything is wrong.

        she pushes against all of it to reach her. the scarlet ribbon, the shadow color that's taken her hair and eyes. allie grabs her with such an intensity that she worried it'll feel like claws, but it doesn't stop her. allie hugs her, tight and warm and squeezing even when she doesn't mean to, her fingers press little pink dents into the cold skin. everything is wrong, and she doesn't know how to ask. she's scared to say anything, or to try, or to think, or whatever makes willow understand. she's scared to shatter the room, the space. book spines in dark browns and purples threaded with bursts of pastel colored petals, glitter tracing the shelves. a red rose, wilted, tangled in willow's hair. she can't find the life in it, she can't find the life in anything besides the barest beating of willow's heart. allie can't hide the fear, and it manifests into something shaped like words. are you dying? you feel like... death.

@springthings

Allie? Willow whispers. Somewhere in the real world it comes out as a scream. It must, because all she's been doing for the past two days now is scream. Her mouth agape, air passing in hot short bursts out of her control. Somewhere in the real world, she's weeping into a pillow and begging to be suffocated by it. But here, she's simply curled up in the corner of the room, wherever this is, and shivering. As if her only problem is the cold. Is that you?

Her lips aren't moving, she realises. They're speaking silently, without their lips -- or at least she is, unable to speak and scream and whisper all at once. The pain comes in waves but she's not conscious so the effects are dampened. Her eyes droop, her hair is stuck to the sides of her face. Willow shudders,

What's happening?

'tall and small dynamics' what abt tiny people who are close in dynamic and in size. pipsqueak gang. the lollipop guild. stacking on top of each other under a trench coat to reach the top shelf. they make eye contact when they look at each other and no craning is required. perfect kissing height.

been really drained and feeling Not Good lately so hopefully. that will change and i can get some things done later

“ gareththegreat. ”

"you know that gareth means gentle in welsh?" a scoff leaves him, stormy blue eyes rolling. "that's a bit far off,"

        her hands- gentle -move to cup his cheeks, giggling as she reaches him. she doesn't understand how he couldn't see this. the softness, the tenderness. it's all she can find when she looks at him, shrouded with other things. " not, like, far off ... probs', like, close off! "