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birthday kiss for the birthday girl ! but levi also made her one of those beaded bracelets <3 except its gothed out so you know it's from him.

(belated) allie birfday 🥳🥳🥳, accepting always.

        she treasures the kiss more than she does the bracelet, and she adores the bracelet, slipping it on her wrist immediately to marvel at the sight. for a moment, it's all she does, tracing gentle fingers over the beads. " it- it looks like you! like, every time i have it on, i'll think of you. oh, it's perfect! thank you, levi! i love you! " she takes another birthday kiss, this time hugging him as she does so, making it easier and warmer and closer. " now, i'll, like, always have you with me. " she says, almost right in his ear and full of tenderness.

The good tidings start early. Stroke of midnight, Willow is up - of course she's up - and already composing a message to Allie to wish her happy birthday. Eager to be the very first to do so, she had the message pre-typed at 11:50 to be sure it would send exactly on time.

[ TO :  alliebean     ✉️        willow is typing . . . ]    

txt: HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANGEL GIRL <3 i love you so so so so so soooo much. i bet you're gonna be super busy today so i've actually got a few things due to arrive when the sun comes up so you can open all your prezzies and then go have fun!!! i hope you love them as much as i loved hunting them down for you!!

This text is followed by a selfie of Willow pulling a dorky face at the camera, lips pursed as if blowing a kiss to Allie through the photograph. Ser hair splayed across the pillow around her, shoulders bare and collarbones peeking into frame. There's a smile in her eyes.

As promised, the gifts arrive early in the morning. All wrapped in brown paper and purple string, Allie is gifted with a series of small things:

A floral letter set; parchment with dried flowers and melting wax and twine all secured nicely in a little box decorated with watercolour pictures of spring flowers.

A set of gel pens. These, Willow is particularly pleased with herself about, because they are not just gel pens, but fancy, glittery refillable gel pens. Sustainability is sexy!

Some little propagation jars, multicoloured and delicate and complete with cuttings from Willow's own houseplants! Plant babies!

The final gift is a little hand-bound I-O-U book, filled with things that Willow would probably do for Allie if she asked her enough times anyway, but this way Allie doesn't have to ask twice for anything! Little tokens of love, for whenever Allie needs them.

(belated) allie birfday 🥳🥳🥳, accepting always.

        when allie finds willow's message, she's sad to have missed it, but the feeling is swept away, a new one fluttering in its place as she continues to read the message, her initial impulse to reply subsiding as the anticipation and excitement about finding willow's presents.

        her door is the last place she checks, strangely closed and painting the rest of the home a few shades darker than usual, without the light flowing in from the open doorway that the fairy girl is used to. curiously, she peeks through the small window on the door, grinning brightly when she spots the four little boxes. after the careful extraction of string and paper, because it's willow and she couldn't bear to rip it, she's left with her four little pretty, sparkly treasures, and then she cannot decide what excites her more. she moves the plants to be with their new friends and gets them situated before she does anything else.

        it turns into the stretch and swell of time, and allie realizes that she's forgotten to text willow after a long conversation with their plant babies.

( sms 一 lolo!!!! 💜🌚🌧🌿 )   lo lo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 ( sms 一 lolo!!!! 💜🌚🌧🌿 )   youre so beautiful!!!!!!!!!!! ( sms 一 lolo!!!! 💜🌚🌧🌿 )   thank you so sosososoosos much i love youuuuuuuuuu ( sms 一 lolo!!!! 💜🌚🌧🌿 )   but im not busy pls pslslseaseeeeee eplease pleaseeeee come overrrrrrrrr i miss you sosososoos much :(((((((((((( ( sms 一 lolo!!!! 💜🌚🌧🌿 )   come help me write letters!!! you can like teach me cause youre so good at it!!!!!!! and then im totes gonna write you one cause i love you ( sms 一 lolo!!!! 💜🌚🌧🌿 )   please dont make me use a coupon im the birthday girl 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

for her birthday, kenzi is giving allie a ridiculously huge wolf plushie with a flower crown sewn onto its head (she did that part herself, its a bit wonky). also some seeds for the garden, and a cute woven basket to collect things from the forest in.

(belated) allie birfday 🥳🥳🥳, accepting always.

        when she sees the giant stuffed wolf, adorable and as full of love as it could be, she hardly sees anything else. allie squeals, rushing towards it and tumbling into it, throwing her arms around it in a hug. " oh my gosh, it's so cute! i love it so much! what's its name, kenz? oh, it's so cute! did you make this? i love its crown! " small, gentle fingers trace the little flowers adorning its sweet head, giggling as she finds them. her attention begins to drift from the wolf stuffie back to kenzi, who holds more gifts, but, in that moment, all she wants to do is return the affection blooming in her chest. allie jumps up to greet kenzi, wrapping her arms around her before kissing them. " thank you, thank you, thank you! i love it so much, and i love you so much! forever and ever! " the seeds make her gasp aloud, and she scarcely waits a moment before she whisks them both away to the garden and the new spaces that her plants had told her to save just a few hours earlier.

@r4chelamber

        gentle fingers comb through rachel's hair loosely, busying her hands while separating curls and tangles. she's humming a song she can't remember, but the melody is familiar, it feels soft and warm and dizzying, in a way. just being with rachel feels like a dream. allie reaches for flowers from the basket to braid through her hair, but she pauses with her hand half way out of the basket. " wait- what's your fave color? "

@spynorth

        she didn't think it would be this hard to speak to him when she found him, but everything she goes to say, feels too strange before it slips out of her, the anxiety fluttering in her chest batting any idle thoughts away. " i'm ... i'm sorry. " he's sort of intense, isn't he? and it's never really been something she noticed until now. until she's standing in front of him after being gone for the entirety of a winter. " i didn't mean to go away, i- i promise! i just ... i just sort of, um, do that ... sometimes, i guess. "

" you are my worm! "

❝    hey!    would  you  love  me  if  i  were  a  worm?    ❞    tread  lightly,    answer  carefully.

@dvarapala

        she brings udyati a bundle of jasmine from her garden, tied around with an orange ribbon. " they were singing that song you like! the one about the dancing friends? it- it wasn't words, but ... but i could tell it was that one! " she hums her favorite part- the dancing part, of course! -as she makes her way over to udyati, slipping the cradled bouquet into her arms before she hugs her, tight. " i missed you so much! my heart hurt to be away from you! "

“ r4chelamber. ”

❝    purple,    ❞    specifically  the  shade  of  purple  that  the  ceiling  of  her  bedroom  becomes  every  night  once  she  switches  on  her  star  projector.    read:    nightlight.    only  when  allie's  slender,    delicate  digits  separate  her  hair,    caramel  and  mid  back  length,    does  she  realize  how  unused  to  touch  she  is,    and  she  isn't  sure  whether  she  wants  to  lean  into  or  pull  away  from  her  girlfriend's  hands.    until  she  could  decide,    staying  exactly  as  she  was  where  she  was  was  the  plan.    ❝    what's  your  favorite  color?    ❞

        allie hums, her fingers dance over the petals in her basket until she finds violets, bringing it up to weave into rachel's hair. " you are purple. you just are. sunset over the sea, with pink and the sleeping sky. " the fairy girl works down her hair, braiding and adding more sunset colored flowers, the temptation to let it fall apart only to be able to touch her again, rises and falls with the beats of her heart. " i like lotsa' colors! i like blue and green and yellow and pink and orange and purple, too! i only don't like black and red, they- they feel angry, to me. "

“ e1itist. ”

Allie is the kind of person filled with light. Everything that Athena is not. She wonders if she can truly see it. Does Allie look in the mirror and see the brightness that echoes out into the world? As the words leave Allie's lips, she feels her chest bloom and restrict all at once. It is everything she has wanted, she realises, as she curls her legs closer around Allie's, shifting herself closer against the mattress. She wants to be loved, she wants to love, but it feels so unreachable. As though if she blinks she will miss the opportunity. Athena raises a hand, dragging her fingertips softly across Allie's cheeks. ❛ You do not really want to love me, you are much too good for me. ❜

        she doesn't understand how athena could move closer and still pull herself so far away. allie can feel the cold through her touch. her worlds come like a blow, a burst of something like fire, but not warm at all. " what? " she shoots up like an awakened vine, no longer lulled and dreamy from her place laying next to athena on the bed. " no, no, i- i ... i do- i do love you. i do want to. and i love you. " her brows are furrowed, partly confused and the other so, so very determined that athena hears her. " you ... you can't tell me i don't want to love you, you ... you just can't, 'thena. i'm always gonna' love you. i never told you- i never told you that i didn't, why would you think that? "

can i put this in your bag ?  i want to save it . / pls hold her smooth shiny cool new rock

walk with her in the woods RN!!!, accepting.

        she nods exuberantly, quickly taking the rock in her hands, feeling the smoothness of it in her palms. allie doesn't have a bag, but she's quick to drop the rock into the front pocket of her overalls, nestled close to the mess of ribbons, buttons, and strange wrapped candies that she cannot remember putting there. after it's done, and she can feel it weighing heavy next to her chest, she takes nina's hand, squeezing tenderly before skipping them both off into the woods. " if you wanna' find more rocks, we can go by the little stream! it's so cute! it's not even the scary kind of water, 'cause sometimes water is scary, but not this kind! or- or not to me, anyway. some people aren't scared of stuff the same way i am. "

“are you from the backwoods?”

unhhhh rp meme, accepting.

        " ummmmmmm ... " trailing off, her eyes staring into the distance, as if a bare space on cosmo's wall would answer his question for her. " um, like, well ... i'm from the woods! i dunno' if they're ... back ... but they're woods! i grew up there! i didn't leave for, like, i really long time, at least i can't remember it. my mom always said the outside world was bad, but i loved it anyway. i always wanted to go out, to leave. and i did, a couple times, and it stopped mattering. and then, like ... " she pauses, and she can feel the mood drooping along with her. " then she left, i guess. and, like, when i went to school? high school, i mean, that was the first time i left for a while, a while. "

“ r4chelamber. ”

she would be offended if she didn't know how diligently allie cared for and loved worms. ❝ i'm honored, ❞ a smile split her face and reached her eyes. ❝ you're my worm too. ❞

        she nearly squealed at the expression on rachel's face, gleefully beaming and taking rachel's face into the palms of her hands, squeezing gently. " really? i've always wanted to be a worm! i wanna' nap in the dirt! oh, i could nap in the dirt with you! "

“ clownwork. ”

❛❛ [ ... ] don't worry baby , you're safe with me —— 'm like the poison apple in your tree. ❜❜

        " well, duhsies! " she leans into him and the arm he has wrapped around her shoulders, eyes fluttering closed with a hum. they sit on some roof, up high enough that everything is coated in the cotton candy sky. allie giggles, kicking her feet. " why are you a poison apple? you're, like, a regular apple! red and shiny and yummy! "

“ pyreshe. ”

“ people’ll call anything that doesn’t grow where it’s ‘supposed’ to a weed. ” she muses quietly as her gaze focuses on the dandelion fluff scattering in the breeze, “ who decided that they got to be in charge of deciding where flowers are supposed to be or not? they're flowers, they belong everywhere. ”

        " you're so smart, livvy loo. " laying next to livvy in the meadow, her eyes follow the same fluff, her heart warm with peace. the younger girl was smart, smarter than anyone else allie had ever met. wisdom beyond her years, or whatever. " i think house lawns are so boring, like the ones with fake grass and stuff? i like grass, but the chemicals and stuff people use on it ... it's so gross! dandelions are way better! "

“ clownwork. ”

smile mischievous ———— a rotten glint in blue gaze that only meant something dangerous lurked beneath them. young carny suddenly pulled weapon from behind his back [ ... ] revealing a glistening sword in hands.

        ❛❛ wanna see a trick ? ❜❜

        an almost child-like excitement arises to her features, squirming a little bit in anticipation. " yes, yeah! " she cheers, jumping to find a seat nearby to be his ever so attentive audience, even in the empty tent. she claps her hands excitedly, as if bringing out the sword was enough of a trick. " where did you bring that from? "

“ spynorth. ”

This is ridiculous. He wants to say it louder, wants to breathe life into the words until they're no longer a smoldering ember trapped within the hollow of his chest and instead ride the wind as freely as his companion's laughter .... but instead, he simply bites his tongue, weight shifting as he comes to a stop. The dirt, when he kneels, is cold - it seeps through dark denim and stains Lucas' very knees with a chill painted in wide brush strokes by the frozen fingers of half dead plants, the brown remains of a green life that had stood no chance in this part of London. Beside him, Allie studies the ground ... expression intent in a way that causes the curiosity swelling inside to overpower any sense of urgency that he might have otherwise felt.

Allie. It's a plant. A dead plant.

This too remains unspoken. Instead, Lucas stays in the dirt, kneeling next to a young woman like they're holding some sort of bloody funeral service for an ill begotten garden, and lets his fingers run through damp soil. He has no business here. His is a life of guns and war, a life of turning bloodshed in on itself until the slavering dog that is death turns itself upon its masters. His hands were not made for growing things, saving things... not like this .... and yet he waits, fingers poised and ready to help. When he speaks, there's no hint of the doubt that creeps inside, no hint of that hollow ache of hopelessness that wears into a man's bones once he's seen just how ugly the world can be. Instead, there's patience...hope...carried on a rumble of thunder that almost hesitantly seems to ask if there's anything else to be done. For the plants. For himself and the people like him. For whatever secrets Allie keeps locked inside, those shadows that cross otherwise radiant features at certain times...

"There's bound to be a shop somewhere around here with seeds or something. If you're thinking you want to try again."

        she shakes her head with a hum to match at his offer, continuing on prodding- gently, of course -at the dead plants in their planter box, abandoned in the middle of the street. her heart squeezes in her chest, and she pretends she doesn't recognize the sadness she feels beneath her fingers. allie knows lucas is there, she can feel him, but she isn't all there. it's a different world, in the roots and the stems and the trunks of every tree. the fairy girl wishes she knew how to bring him with her, but she's not even sure that he'd want to. she's not sure what he wants at all. like her, he always seems to be somewhere else, but she never knows where.

        a tug from deep beneath the dirt brings her back, and her fingers scrape the bottom of the box to rescue the plant. " i can- i can fix it. " she stutters out, not quite ready to look at him, baby blue doe eyes fastened to the piles of dirt and the limp plant, cradling it in her dirty hands. " i'm, like, serious, i- i know how, i'm ... i'm just ... " the city is so loud, she can hear everything, can feel everything. " it's too loud, it's too much, everything. i feel like ... i feel like i'm going, like, crazy, or something. " and then, the pit in her stomach deepens as she lets herself say it out loud. " i'm- i'm not as good at it as- as my mom was, i dunno'. she always ... " i miss her, i miss her, i miss her. " i can feel her everywhere, and i still can't be good, like she wanted me too. i'm always ... " she feels the plant in her hands, drooping, and she doesn't finish whatever thought she had been thinking of. she can't. she has to focus.

“ haloedcrown. ”

The question is surprising, something they’ve never thought before. Honestly they’ve only been there once, but they’ve been above before too. But for all their years of living, earth, the mortal plane has been home. Gracious smile crosses lips as they reach out to stroke along soft jaw. “Baby, this is my home. I’ve never lived there before. And I don’t ever plan to. I enjoy my life here, with you far too much.”

        " oh ... " allie flushes a pretty pink, petal colored. she can feel the traces of fiery warmth from under madi's skin, and she returns to the act of seeking it out with small, tracing fingers. hips, arms, stomach, collarbone. she finds it nestled deepest by her heart and rests her hand there, palm against the steady beating. it calms her and she no longer feels so fluttery and silly. " you're my home, i think, i've never felt so ... so safe before, i don't want you to leave. ever ever. "

@saintouija

        with her knees planted in the ground, she scoops up sand, only to drop it onto duchess' thigh, giggling once it falls. she's easily entertained, content with duchess there beside her, and unbothered by the gentle roll of the waves against the sand. they're far enough away, is what she reminds herself with every breath. and she feels safe with duchess, anyway. nothing bad can happen here. that's why they're here! " do your dresses ever get heavy? " she asks, toying distractedly with a piece of duchess' still fancy, not a gown dress. " like, they're so pretty! and i love them so much, i just ... that's why i never wear big dresses so much, 'cause they always get heavy and i wanna' take 'em off. "

“ dcmure. ”

❦ ❦ ❦ "y-----you w---would call us…..f----fri-----friends , y---yes? " she has to ask , as she never does know, and she would not want to be around someone when she is seen as a nuisance; she has to be told this, as if she had to assume she would stay away from near everyone. ❦ ❦ ❦

        allie's been weaving her a flower crown all the time they've been talking, humming a lullaby she can't remember the words of. but she knows it's gentle, and it feels like her val. drifting in and out of attention to her friend nearby, enough that she doubts all of it. with wide eyes, she appears almost startled, but valerie could never do that, at least not in a bad way. " duhsies! " she reaches for valerie's hands, wiggling her fingers with a beaming smile. " we're like sisters! we've been friends since i've known you! "

"I thought I'd find you here."

noticing rp meme, accepting.

        apologies are spilling from her before she even means for them to. she feels like an apology, like i'm sorry bundled up and tied in knots in the shape of a girl. shoved into a corner, trying to fit smaller and smaller. she wishes she had found somewhere outside, tangled in the branches of the tree instead of this, cold and stuffy and hard. allie flattens her palms against the floor, just to press into something. to have something to hold. she never knows when he wants to hold her, and when he doesn't, and when he doesn't even want her to ask. it's too dark to see his face, and she can't ever read him anyway. " i ... i didn't mean to ... it was- it was just ... " allie sighs, deep enough that she shakes with it. " i'm sorry. "