Thinking Abt All Of The Spooky Monsters Allie Loves And Loves And Loves And Loves
thinking abt all of the spooky monsters allie loves and loves and loves and loves
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“ 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! "
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.
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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?
difficult person test. allie is an easy person to get along with (25%)
she loves him, she loves him, she loves him. and allie doesn't care if he never says it back. never ever, and it wouldn't matter. he likes her, he thinks she's pretty, he touches her, he lets her take him places. does anything else matter? the only thing she could ever wish for is that he would tell her more. but even that sounds silly as she thinks of it. this is something, isn't it?
" oh, he's pretty, harry. " she sighs, dreamily, her voice gentle as can be and carried by the sweet spring air. she continues leading him towards the horse, held in a trance herself. allie feels as if she's dancing the both of them towards the pretty horse. it's easier to breathe here, and she finds that it's in time with the horse's own breathing. allie turns to him, only half and brief, " you don't have to be scared, he won't run, you just have to be gentle. not even, like, super duper gentle! it's so cool, i love it here! i wish it could be like this all the time, but people aren't very nice, sometimes, i dunno' know why. and- and then ... " petals purse, and she squeezes harry's hand once before she feels the tight feeling in her stomach wash away, smiling wide as they reach the horse. the fairy girl lets go of his hand, slipping away to carefully brush her fingers over the horse's ears and head, scratching gently. " i can show you how! if ... if you don't know, i can. "
“ tiderider. ”
harry shook himself out of his coat with a boyish eagerness, his eyes alight with something akin to wonder and glee. he swayed willingly into allie’s grasp on his arm, raising his hand to curl his bare fingers around hers. her laughter seemed to make the grass, weeds, and wild flowers lean into her as well.
harry followed her as she tugged him towards the horses. his chest felt both tight and light with excitement. they were far bigger in person and there was a scent he was learning came from their unbrushed coats, earthy and warm. harry’s blue gaze swept the herd as he and allie approached them, one or two raised their heads curiously, others wandered behind each other but there was one near the back whose eyes were dark as night and harry grinned. ❝ that one, ❞ harry breathed as he pointed to the stallion.