Live Footage Of Me Sending A Wire Message From Allie Where She Says They're Friends To A Muse That I

live footage of me sending a wire message from allie where she says they're friends to a muse that i know won't respond well to it

“ 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! "

        allie turns into her more, finds her fingers quickly and squeezing them. they're just as cold, but at least they're shaking. at least all of her is. she doesn't feel like death, allie has decided. her heart is still fluttering, like a scared little bird. she's supposed to know how to fix this, but she doesn't even know what it is. the fairy girl clings to willow like letting her go will mean losing her forever. i love you. don't leave. don't leave, i need you.

        if she's not dying- and of course she isn't, willow said so. she needs to stop looking around so much and thinking and doubting and worrying because willow doesn't need to feel that too -then she must be sick. but she doesn't feel sick here, she just looks it. like her body is somewhere far away. she presses her head to willow's chest, ear to her heart, just to feel it beating. she doesn't think about how weak it seems, how afraid. you feel ... wrong. i- i don't ... i don't know what it is. i'm scared.

Not dying. Willow answers without being sure. She doesn't want to think about what's happening to her. Here it's warm (never mind that she's sweating, Willow feels like her fingers are going to fall off if she doesn't get warm) and safe and even if Allie is hurting her it is not as bad as what she's feeling out there. She feels it now, echoes of it. Swallows down the scream that wants to come bubbling from her lips. She's not speaking. So she can't scream, anyway. In the real world she tastes blood in the back of her throat.

She rests her head on Allie's shoulder. She's so tired. She's so tired and her surroundings are nothing but soft light from the fireplace and Allie's face and flowers and comfort and if she is dying, she would rather be here when it happens than out there.

Love you Alliebean. Scared.

@witcheri

        she sits on the edge of the counter, watching evie curiously from her perch, as she finishes a seam. her feet kick gently against the surface as she hums, occupying her body as her mind and attention is fastened tightly to the blue haired princess. it was amazing to watch her work, almost as fastening as nature was. that same sort of tenderness enveloped her as the outside does, but a different overwhelming space in her heart. " what's that one gonna' be like? i like the purple, it's really pretty! "

i love her i love her i love her

this meme always gets allie Fucked Up