Thee Allie Core

Thee allie core

@w1sedom.

        " annie? " she peeks around another tree, nearly pouting at the lack of annabeth, once again! she's become rather good at hiding, though when allie's seeking, the demigod always seems to win. another call of her name comes from pink petals, a half familiar camp song embracing her voice easily. " annie? annie bo bannie ... annie ... " it's only after she yells out whatever vocabulary word that annabeth has decided for the week to be their safe word that her friend appears, though allie always accepts her presence with a beaming smile and a warm hug. this time, however, she wants to win. it's a feeling that she's not so willing to accept, always more than happy to play. besides, winning was annabeth's thing. she was just better at it. nevertheless, allie skipped through the woods, searching for annabeth until she found herself near the edges of the woods, and the beginnings of camp. she feels the gentle, warm, and everlasting embrace of the trees recede as she crosses the line, stepping back to where the feeling of the grass tickling at her feet is more noticeable without all of the distractions of the forest. she spots annie near the steps of a cabin- probably hers, but she can never remember which is which -and lets out a squeal, rushing to her and throwing her arms around her so tight she almost knocks her over. " there you are! i've been looking for you for, like, ever! "

me trying to convince this test that allie's not goth

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

“ unpossession. ”

Willow didn't expect her to understand, not really. She thinks this kind of pain might be beyond her. Not pain, but - the darkness of it. The tar-black hands reaching down from the depths of Willow's soul where even Allie's bright light can't shine. Where nobody's can. She doesn't expect her to believe her, she doesn't expect Allie to be able to say anything that will make her feel any kind of warm. But she does. She surprises her, with the love that pours out of her. So certain and so kind and so sure that Willow is deserving of it.

"I love you, Allie..." Willow whispers. There's not much more that she can bring herself to say. She believes her. She believes that Allie sees something in her that Willow just can't, she believes that Willow is worthy of her love and so she is worthy of her love. The way that Taylor made her believe she wasn't. The way that Augusta's departure made her believe she would never feel alive again. Allie loves her, and that's all that matters for now. All that can matter. She sniffles, she chokes down all that sorrow bubbling out of her mouth because it isn't worth it here, while Allie's love exists. "I'm sorry I went away. It was all too much..."

        she wishes she could will away the worry, cover it up so she wouldn't have to think about it. she finds that the worry is even harder to tuck away at times like now, when she already feels so heavy and ... and worthless. that's what she feels. like she can't help willow and there's nothing good she can do. the fairy girl swallows all of that and holds willow tighter, solider, confirming that this isn't another dream of hers where willow is whisked away from her at the end. again.

        " it's okay, i understand. it- it just ... i just ... " pink petals are tucked away, bitten under teeth. " people leave me, and they don't come back. " she shouldn't bring more sad, more dark, more deep and ugly and unwanted, but she can't help it. her hands, fingernails grip at her own skin where they rested, digging. " i'm sorry- i'm sorry, i shouldn't have said anything, i didn't- i didn't mean- i was- i was just scared. i was- i was scared you- you wouldn't- " you wouldn't come back to me. and allie doesn't know if she could've handled that, handled willow leaving her. leaving her like her mother, leaving her like everyone else. but it hurts to say things like that, and it's untrue. she hasn't even said it, and she wishes she could take it back. something hot pricks at her eyes like thorns, shining them like a doll's. don't cry, allie. don't cry over something silly, something in your own head. " i'm sorry, i love you. i just- i don't wanna lose you, not ever. "

lots of landscaping and decor tba feat trees and flowers and Garden and also i wish the window bit at the front was smaller but alas. it has to be that big for my dream allie attic bedroom