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        nestled close to the demon, she has never felt safer. her heart feels as if it has wings, fluttering up above the clouds and floating, nothing to worry for. calm and happy, so much so it almost feels like a drug. they always find ways to surprise her, with tender gestures and the sweetness of his smiles, the smiles she knew- after constant reminders from someone grumpy enough to point out his lack of casual niceties -were saved just for her. as they walk together, so close allie nearly trips on her own feet, she finally sees what he'd been leading her to. a pretty picnic in the woods, private under the trees, though allowing for cracks of light. " oh, kier. "

✶ allie + evie

send ✶ and i’ll write a headcanon about our muses, accepting.

allie spends a lot of time with evie at her little cottage, often staying over for sleepovers that last a long time. while she loves spending time with her, she loves watching evie work too and finds it almost entrancing to watch her sew <3

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        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! "

୨୧˚♡* ♱    starter call, accepting.    ( @witcheri​ )

                slowly  dabbing  at  frankie’s  bruised  eye  with  an  ice  pack  retrieved  from  the  nurses  office,  laura  lee  realizes  just  how  often  this  event  has  occurred  in  the  last  week,  finding  herself  in  this  exact  spot.  it’s  not  that  she  doesn’t  understand,  if  something  like  this  happened  to  her  sisters,  no  matter  how  much  they  seemed  to  fight  her,  she  would  always  defend  them  to  prove  their  innocence.  but  not  like  this.  not  in  a  way  that  only  gets  them  both  in  trouble  more.  it  brews  in  her  chest  during  the  long  moments  of  silence,  a  pause  that  sinks  and  festers  and  feels  heavier  than  the  dripping  ice  in  her  hand,  pressing  down  on  her  tongue  until  she  has  to  tell  herself  to  be  brave.  be  brave,  laura  lee.    “  i  think  you  should  stop.  ”    frankie  makes  her  nervous,  it’s  always  been  that  way.  although  they  were  friends,  she’s  fiery  and  stubborn  and  she  just  doesn’t  listen,  so  laura  lee  very  rarely  tries  to  push  back.  but  she  can’t  watch  this  anymore,  can’t  watch  frankie  tie  herself  up  in  knots  and  knots  of  trouble  and  pain.  laura  lee  prays  for  strength  and  reaches  for  frankie’s  hand,  stilling  her.    “  you  know  this  isn’t  helping.  somewhere  in  you,  you  know.  ”    guilt  pricks  at  her  for  letting  it  get  this  far.  disciples  of  Christ  were  meant  to  go  out  and  do  good  in  the  world.  what  good  had  she  been  doing,  standing  by  and  waiting?    “  we  can  check  the  woods  again,  if  you  want?  my  mom  isn’t  busy  tonight  so  i  don’t  need  to  watch  my  sisters,  but  i  can’t  be  out  too  late.  ”

♡* ♱    witcheri.

laura lee was lucky that frankie didn't have any fight left in her , or she would have punched her in the face for that comment . instead , she just mustered up enough energy to push laura lee's hand away from her face . ❝ me ? ❞ she bit out , clearly offended by the suggestion. ❝ i need to stop ? me ? ❞ she continued , waiting for the other girl to clarify that she heard her wrong . but then laura lee was reaching for her hand , and it eased some of her fury . ( some of it . ) ❝ i don't know that actually , ❞ she argued , because she didn't . she felt so helpless that she needed to do something . and god , she wasn't doing anything . not really . all she was doing was defending her brother . anyone would do the same if they were in her shoes , anyone . she could see right through laura lee's little helpful act . she was trying to keep frankie out of trouble . and damnit , it was working . ❝ i — fine. ❞ she conceded, folding her arms over her chest. ❝ you can come with me . i just want to find my brother , laura lee . that's all i want. ❞

              oh,  dear  Lord,  why  did  she  say  that?  she  shouldn’t  have  said  anything,  she  should  never  say  anything.  why  does  she  ever  say  anything?  she  ruins  everything.  good  catholic  girls  aren’t  supposed  to  ruin  everything.  suddenly,  not  so  firm,  she  presses  again,  gaze  flickering  down  to  her  lap,  to  the  wall,  away  from  frankie’s  harsh  brown  hues.    “  yes,  i  think-  i  think  you’re  …  you’re  going  to  make  everyone  mad  at  you,  you’re  getting  in  trouble.  it’s  not  good  for  you,  frankie.  it’s  not  good  for  eddie.  ”    something  sharp  stabs  at  her,  a  shard  of  glass  at  her  heart  as  she  says  his  name.  she  can  feel  it,  she  knows.  but  he  wouldn’t  want  this,  not  if  it  got  frankie  hurt  or  worse.  she  sighs,  heavy,  laura  lee’s  eyes  find  frankie’s  at  last.    “  i  know,  i  know,  i’m  so  sorry.  but-  but  fighting?  that’s  not  helping  find  him.  you’re  my  friend,  i  don’t  want  you  to  get  hurt.  he  wouldn’t  want  that  either.  ”