"ugh, Who Even Invented Winter?" Udyati Pouts. "it's So Cold!"

"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. "

i'm actually gonna have an identity crisis

@softbrawn.

        " you look ... you look like the sun ... or- or a sunflower. " tall and taller and golden and stretching up, up, up. she stretches her own hands up, fingertips brushing the skin of his arms from where he wiggles his own hands. she thinks they could grow fields of flowers, meadows, with how sunny they are, how sunny they feel. glowing and glowing and warm and happy. " i hope it's day forever, i don't like the night, sometimes. "

@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! "

allie fleur pisces <3 (on the cusp of aries)

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