Thee Allie Core

Thee allie core

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this is such an allie costume... who is gonna be her flynn

"ugh, who even invented winter?" udyati pouts. "it's so cold!"

        for the first time in weeks, allie feels alive, and of course it would be udyati to do so. from beneath the snow, she could feel her plants chittering as someone crossed through them, and she knew from the gentleness from the walk it was her best friend, even before she felt udyati, herself. the cool almost mist she seems to bring fills the air behind her as she walks, and allie nearly flings herself into it before udyati opens the door. her arms wrap around udyati's shoulder, squeezing and squeezing and not caring at all about how cold she is, how cold her skin is, even colder than usual. " ud! i missed you so much, so much! you came! i've been dreaming about it for, like, ever! " in her dreams, this was perfect. in her dreams, her voice doesn't crack like porcelain, delicate and underused. in her dreams, it's just like now, of course, because udyati is here and nothing is wrong in all of the world. she giggles at her comment about winter, drawing udyati towards the couch, covering them both up with blankets. " well, if the winter plants and animals didn't have a time to live, that just wouldn't be fair! that's what my mom always told me. but ... " she sighs, but she finds that the usual resistance to talking about the scary, heavy things isn't there. she squeezes udyati's hand. " but it's hard. like, really hard. some days, i don't even feel like i'm- like i'm here. "

ignore the sim it's on rn but. this hair is peak allie like the bangs and the length....

“ unpossession. ”

"Zero is a monster, Allie. He's a monster and I-- I liked that about him, I-- I let him hurt me, I got... I'm-- I'm not right, Taylor said, 'cause I-- I didn't want to get out..." Willow does her best to explain it to Allie gently, wanting her to understand. Talking it out also helps, the anger that she carries in her is a fire that can only be stoked so much - she wants it to die, now, like the rest of her.

"In a way I-- I feel like she was right, but I... I don't know what to do with it. I can't stop, I don't think... Zero's like... There's more to him than just-- what Taylor read, what everybody thinks, I... I got so close." Willow brushes her hair from her face, huffing, sighing. Her tears have run out. "Taylor read my journal and made it all seem so-- she made me seem crazy... She made me feel like everything I've ever felt is-- is wrong, like nobody could ever understand..."

        she doesn't mean to stop talking, stop reassuring, stop comforting, but she does. she's just supposed to listen, allie knows that, not get caught up and not ask questions. just listen. except she's never been very good at not talking, not ever. " ... what? " it slips out before she can stop it, fitting tight into the space between her and willow, filling it with something stuffy and suffocating. " a- a monster? i- i ... i don't understand. " i let him hurt me. allie doesn't bade them to, but she feels her hands travel the surface of willow's skin, every bare, ghostly pale inch of it. it's cold, despite her efforts. i let him hurt me. i let him hurt me. she wants to know where the hurt is, so she can find it and take it and hold it, somewhere else but sitting plain and rotting and haunting on willow.

         " i love you. " and then she doesn't care anymore about zero. or taylor, or ben, or arlo, or emma, or felix, or hawk, or hugo, or augusta. she can care about all of that later. even later today. not now. regurgitating up old pain doesn't do anything for allie, and they're supposed to be the same, the two of them. they are the same. of course they are. " i love you, willow. i understand. even if you don't, even if you don't believe that i do. i do, and i love you and i don't care what happened or what you've done or- or what taylor said. i love you, and i understand. " she is begging with her words, begging without saying please, because she doesn't know what to plead for. everything feels so silly to say, and she knows she's just supposed to say it, anyway, but she can't. she tries her best to hold willow gently, too afraid of breaking.