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pinkie promise i tend to my allie fleur pinterest board daily i just haven't organized the dump of pins in a while and every time i open organize mode i want to scream
remembered i could watch the witcher so i'm doing that and i'm scared cause whyd the grandma say that
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.
difficult person test. allie is an easy person to get along with (25%)
thinking abt all of the spooky monsters allie loves and loves and loves and loves
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.
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.
@springthings
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?
'tall and small dynamics' what abt tiny people who are close in dynamic and in size. pipsqueak gang. the lollipop guild. stacking on top of each other under a trench coat to reach the top shelf. they make eye contact when they look at each other and no craning is required. perfect kissing height.
also i love you that too
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! "
this meme always gets allie Fucked Up
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
and if i said. starter call for allie's descendants verse..
been really drained and feeling Not Good lately so hopefully. that will change and i can get some things done later
just finished telling myself allie wouldnt wear long pants probably but
like cmon...
what do u want from me pinterest
i love her i love her i love her
@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! "
@e1itist
" we should go out! " she perches her chin on athena's shoulder, to whisper her persuasion into her ear with pleading doe eyes. " please? it can be, like, just like how we met! we can wear sparkly stuff and do each other's makeup and- and dance! and ... and then- " she wriggles in anticipation, twisting with ideas upon ideas of what they could do, her mind a wonderland of everything she could imagine. " oh, i'm so excited! please come with me! pretty please? "