#catnadia verse

[bansheenolan]

— FRANK BIDART.

[bansheenolan]

allison & nolan parallels (1/2)

[bansheenolan]

"Settle down, there, drama queen." + allison & nolan

LET'S GOOOOOOO

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Allison hadn't meant to scare him, but he was seriously overreacting.

She had tapped Nolan on the shoulder, making him honest-to-God shriek. He turned around and then she was looking a crossbow right in the eyes. His hands were trembling, and he wasn't even holding it properly. What was this "army" teaching him?

"Settle down there, drama queen," she said holding up his hands to show she was weaponless. Well, not including the knife in her sleeve. Or the daggers in her boots. It's not like he knew that, and she knew he wasn't informed enough to check. "I come in relative peace."

"Who are you?" he asked. His voice shook just as hard as his hands. He was taller than her, but he was looking down to meet her eyes instead of other way around. It should've made her feel powerful but it just pissed her off. He was a playing card house, if she breathed him on wrong, he'd fall over.

She hated that she knew exactly what that felt like.

"Allison," she said, holding out her hand for him to shake.

Leave it to Gerard to leave him in the dark about her. Good to know he hadn't learned any new tricks.

He took it, his grip weak. "Um, hi? I'm Nolan."

"I know," she said.

His eyes widened and then he watched helplessly as she snatched the crossbow from him. He didn't even try to pull the trigger. Didn't even struggle.

He had the spine of a gummy worm.

"You attacked my friend, Liam," she said as she turned the crossbow on him. A whimper left his lips.

"Are you part of his pack?" A beat as he took tentative steps backwards. "Are you here to kill me?"

She laughed before she could stop herself, watching as he stumbled back. Pulling the trigger, she watched an arrow pierce the sleeve of his leather jacket, pinning him to the wall.

She blinked and then she was seventeen again, listening to Erica plead for her life. Blinked again and she was staring into Boyd's golden eyes, simmering with rage and grief that was reflected in her own.

"Please, don't kill me." Nolan's begging brought her back to reality. She threw the crossbow to the ground and walked over to him.

Ripping the arrow out of his jacket, (why he didn't just take the jacket off, she didn't know), she met his eyes. They were blue like Jackson's and Isaac's and her mother's. It was disorienting.

"I'm not going to kill you. I just want to talk."