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   if you’d told Allison, even a year ago, that she’d be standing outside of the male bathroom of a mcdonalds in search of her superpowered best friend, she would be... a tad skeptical, still.

   ( perhaps because allison was dead a year ago, but that’s neither here nor there. )

   but here she is, and she’s genuinely glad to be here - life before Delsin Rowe wasn’t really any saner or anything like that, but her soul’s felt more settled since they first met, even if delsin’s dragging her into something stupider every damn day. this isn’t his idiocy of the day, she’s sure of that much; after all, she’s here to help save a kid, and hell if that isn’t the most noble cause of all. to an Argent, at least.

       ❝   hey, Dels,   ❞   she calls, nudging the door open and pointedly ignoring the wide-eyed stare of a teenager sat at the nearest table.   ❝   stop playing with your dick already, we’ve got a life to save.   ❞ / @powersiphon​​

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➹ powersiphon​.

[text: allie a 🏹]  😥😥😥 [text: allie a 🏹]  give me a second

[text: allie a 🏹]  FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK [text: allie a 🏹]  kid’s gone [text: allie a 🏹]  dupes had him subdued and i tried to get rid of them but it got messy and he ran as soon as they let go of him [text: allie a 🏹]  now i have like ten more bullet wounds then before

[ text: delsin 🔥 ] if you die in a mcdonalds bathroom [ text: delsin 🔥 ] i will resurrect you solely to laugh at you

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➹  powersiphon​.

[text: allie a 🏹]  wooooow [text: allie a 🏹]  is this u revealing u don’t actually love me 😥 [text: allie a 🏹]  idk he’s like. 16? i guess? no clue on the ability front [text: allie a 🏹]  didn’t exactly want to give him another heart attack by stealing his power 

[ text: delsin 🔥 ] you know you’re my favorite person [ text: delsin 🔥 ] but you’re a grown man and this is a CHILD

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➹ powersiphon​.

[text: allie a 🏹]  NOTHING  [text: allie a 🏹]  i literally just wanted food that’s it [text: allie a 🏹]  they’re after some other kid, i think he just learned about his powers [text: allie a 🏹]  he looked really freaked out before i holed up in here 

[ text: delsin 🔥 ] shit. really? [ text: delsin 🔥 ] you know i’m gonna help this kid before i help you [ text: delsin 🔥 ] how old was he? did you get a read on his ability???

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[text: allie a 🏹]  hey so uh [text: allie a 🏹]  don’t get mad at me but [text: allie a 🏹]  i might be stuck in the bathroom of the 3rd and pine mcdonalds [text: allie a 🏹]  blame the fuckin dupes okay

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➹ powersiphon​.

[text: allie a 🏹]  hey so uh [text: allie a 🏹]  don’t get mad at me but [text: allie a 🏹]  i might be stuck in the bathroom of the 3rd and pine mcdonalds [text: allie a 🏹]  blame the fuckin dupes okay

[ text: delsin 🔥 ] i’m gonna need you to rewind several steps [ text: delsin 🔥 ] what did you do? [ text: delsin 🔥 ] and how many laws am i gonna break trying to help you?

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➹ specterskater​.

          the terrified expression on her face makes everything slide into place.   she’s just come back.   he slowly shakes his head,  a notion more for himself than her.   it’s been years since he first inhaled through still lungs but the memory has not dulled with time.   you never forget the moment you realise everything you thought about the world is wrong. 

          ❝   it’s okay–   ❞   he begins,  tentatively resting that outstretched hand on her shoulder.   loose enough that she can shake it off if she wishes.   willie’s never had to do this before;  break the bad news of welcoming someone to the afterlife.   ❝   i’m, well, i’m like you.   ❞    that doesn’t clarify anything,  you idiot.   ❝   i’m a ghost too.   ❞    the air is heavier after silence settles between them,  the weight of the proverbial mic drop.   he unclips the helmet,  removing it and tucking under his arm for the time being.   they were going to be here a while.   ❝   do you wanna, uh, get out of the middle of the road and sit down for a second? i can try and explain.   ❞

   i’m a ghost, too. for all of a moment, Allison wants to cry; despite having known too many wolves to count, a banshee, a kitsune, and even a conduit, the existence of ghosts threatens any semblance of composure she has left. while the world of the other is far from a stranger to her, she’d never genuinely considered the possibility that she herself could become part of it; she’d been happy to linger on the fringes of the fantastical, as the proud half of the incredibly presitigous team human.

   ( -- and then there was the Nogitsune, and Allison was a lone ranger.      -- and then there was the cold steel of the Oni’s blade.      -- and now Stiles stands alone.      -- and it makes Allison ache. )

   so yes, Allison wants to cry. but she is an Argent, and this will not break her. so she sets her shoulders, gently jolting his hand away, and takes a deep breath. how would her dad approach this? Chris Argent would gather all information avaliable, before throwing it away and diving deep into whatever laid in front of him; Allison had always thought him a tad ridiculous for it, but... now, she thinks she understands. knowledge is a weapon, and Allison’s always been as good at wielding it as she is her bow and arrow.

   knowledge is key, the memory of her father informs her, the deep timbre of his voice as comforting as it is saddening, but nothing will ever surpass experience. don’t be your mom, kiddo. get out there.

    ❝   Alright,   ❞   she says, voice firm. a little way down the road sits an empty bench, and Allison quickly speeds towards it, forcefully stuffing her hands into her pockets as she wills them to stop shaking.   ❝   and seriously,   ❞   she adds over her shoulder, in some attempt at levity,   ❝   if it sounds ridiculous, don’t worry. I’ve heard a lot worse.   ❞

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➹ specterskater​.

           she’s just standing in the middle of the street with the most dumbfounded expression,  looking like she’s seen a ghost.   he hops off his board as soon as it dawns on him that she’s not going to move out of the way,  watching it trail down the asphault until it knocks against the back of her ankles.    ❝   hey, are you alright?   ❞   willie extends a hand out,  just hovering in the threshold between them.   there’s something deeply haunted behind her eyes,  a story weighing heavy and unspoken.   ❝   you seem a bit spooked there.   ❞    /   @cheatiingdeath​​

   in. out. in. out. it’s a familiar exercise, one she’s walked stiles through too many times to count. but this is perhaps only the second time she’s had walk herself through it; the memory of the first time still weighs heavily on her soul, but-- oh god, she’s supposed to be dead. the memory of a shitty bathroom in the middle of nowhere is the least of her worries. she’s supposed to be dead, and here she is: seemingly invisible, but here. the heat from the ground rises through the sole of her shoes, and the steady sun warms her clothing. ( her skin is still too cold, too dead, but-- ) 

   at least, she thought she was invisible, but then there’s this boy: his kind eyes and gentle demeanor remind her of scott, and even of-- oh, god. no. no. if allison dares to think about him, she’s not sure she’ll ever recover.   ❝   how can you--   ❞   she’s somewhat mortified at the wobble in her voice, and forcefully clears her throat before speaking again, purposely slow and steady,    ❝   sorry.   how can you see me?   ❞

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whatever scrap of hope she had left is gone the moment he answers. she’s tired of losing hope, tired of being the one to believe, even when everything goes wrong. she thinks of the hotel, thinks of scott and his flare and the gasoline--            there’s always hope,            she had been so sure at the time.            now she wonders if she’s been wrong all along.

                           ❝ You seem very sure about that. May I ask why ? ❞

      “Fate, huh?”

It’s a strange question, one that has come to mind many times but one that he’s never really come up with an answer for. The fact this woman is asking him this now seems unusual to him, considering he’s never met her before.

     “No, not really. If there’s anything deciding my path, it’s me.”

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she’s surprised, almost-- there’s so much she wants to say. so much she wants to ask-- how could you forget?                                                 did it ever mean anything to you? anything at all? but she swallows her pride. boys with burning mouths have no time for girls long dead. thinks a moment of lydia, then forces a little smile. the world could be falling in love--                                               ( she doesn’t want the world to fall in love with her smile.                                                  she just wants her best friend back. )

          ❝ Just got a bit of a question for you, actually--                                                                 do you believe in fate ? ❞

      “Hey, miss, are you looking for something? You seem lost.”

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snaarling.

     he fumbles with words for a moment ( but then again, he’s always been awful with verbal communication - if someone tried to diagnose him, verbal dyslexia or something similar might be a prognosis ) before letting out a heavy exhale.  it was the nogitsune, but at the same time – it wasn’t.  he can’t deny that a fervent RAGE has lived in his blood since he discovered the argents had returned to this town.  and while there is a fragile alliance between himself and her father - it’s hard to find much more than contempt for the girl that hunted him and his pack.             but he understands what it’s like to lose a family to the flames – and that is what pulled him B A C K.  what kept him from destroying a symbol of his own loss.  others ( he’d heard ) had been unable to fight off the nogitsune - his wolf had screamed between his ribs until he backed away from the gasoline, until his claws sank into the soft skin behind his ears, until he made himself bleed to clear his mind.  and then a snarling beast ripped forth - and that might have been what saved the argent patriarch.  

                          ‘i’m sorry’

     and the apology beats through his mind like a drum ( like his rapid heartbeat ).  i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry  i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry  i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry  i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry  i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry  i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry  i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry.  it’s an apology he never received ( because why would a family hellbent on destroying his species ever think to apologize for the destruction of his family ) but one she deserves.               ‘i w– wanted to.’  he’s stuttering - he never stutters  ‘but … i won’t call                your father a friend.  but he’s someone i – understand.  and i’m sorry                i almost took your family from you.’      i didn’t want to.  i didn’t, argent – understand that.

    ❝ Derek, don’t.  ❞

            this-- this is not something she wants to hear. it has always been easier to forget the history of their families when the two of them have always tried so hard to ignore what the names HALE and ARGENT stand for. it is not nearly so easy now, with Derek Hale coming undone and smelling too-much like gasoline.

                                                  ( if i strike a match, will he burn ?                                                      yes, yes, of course.                                                      and he will survive,                                                      a phoenix waiting for the lasting embrace of death.                                                      ------ thanatos will not grant his mercy. )

         and a part of her aches to take all of this back, to allow Derek to progress with his life without ever having this conversation. this is not Derek Hale. he is not weakness, nor is he carefully planned moments of vulnerability; Derek has always been the silent strength, the quiet howl in the dead of night, reminding those who listen of the power within.

                         ❝ I understand, please, just--...  ❞ clinically and unemotionally, her mother’s voice sings. i want to be stronger than that, her younger self laments. find something real, Derek snarls. 

                     she thinks she has found something, finally. found it in the beast of a man in front of her, in the smell of gasoline that lingers in the air. she still remembers listening to Kate and Gerard through the too-thin walls of her childhood home, hearing them discuss the lone survivor of the Hale clan. they had called him a mutt, then.

   and now-- and now, when Allison looks at Derek, all she sees is a man who has lost too much and not taken nearly enough. a man who is too kind, too merciful in the way Allison has never been. she sees a man, broken by the wrongdoings of her family. a man who deserves more than she can offer, and yet--

          ❝ I’m so sorry, Derek. I-- thank you. ❞ and she means it, truly -- hopes that she seems as genuine as Derek in both her apology and gratitude. she is apologizing for so much more, she is thanking him for so much more. it is not enough, it will never be, but Allison hopes that if anything, it will be the start of mending the wrongs of her family. 

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RP partner: *raises voice just enough to be heard* “do you want Angst?”

me: *at full volume* “I’M ALWAYS A SLUT FOR ANGST”

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So. Year 12 is kicking my arse.

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He misses you. The Conduit kid.

   ❝ then tell him to come home. ❞

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Every sting, every start. Every stab, every start. All the things that might have been, I would collect and do it all again.

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tuesday:  most memorable quote(s) 

       “Yes, they tip toe”

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    ❝ speak for yourself. i’m four and proud. ❞

                another laugh startles from her when derek’s hand wraps around one of her own, warm & sweaty. she lasts for a moment, maybe two-- before taking her hand back for her own. 

                                                                ❝ -- come for a walk with me. i’m bored.  ❞

     ‘we’re not four, allison!!!‘      he’s also a bit frustrated because the mixture means his vision is swimming and he doesn’t quite know if he could accurately hook his finger around hers.  so instead he grabs her hand in his ( a giant paw enveloping her lithe fingers ) and shakes it firmly.      ‘you’ll get a medal tomorrow.’