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she makes him a cup of tea, as she always does when he comes to the cottage, but this time it's different. usually, she has to find him and beg for his return, and even then he is still cloudy, still shrouded in grey and stubbornness. she is surprised, then, of course, and grateful when he arrives. flutters of anxiety had came when she had felt him for the first time in months, and she had worried the flowers that lined the path were confused, though never wrong. he's her friend, he's her friend. even though she is blanketed by winter and rot, he won't leave. so she makes him a cup of tea, warm against the cold that sits, barely held back, outside. " are you cold? " she chimes from the kitchen, moving back to him as quickly as she can, anxious to be near again. " i have- i have more blankets, winter can be so unkind, even though it doesn't, like, mean to be. "
@unpossession, @undoctrine
hand in hand with willow, she flutters through atmosphere of the after party, giggling and chattering with everyone she meets, distraction flowing like a stream, and she never pulls away from the current of it. willow's gentle reminders of what allie had promised to the air moments ago- after willow, herself had met up with ben -were the only things that kept her afloat, kept her from getting lost. or, at least, too lost. the feeling of not knowing is one she loves too much to let go of, forever. they find him by the bar, allie squealing and bounding towards him, never letting go of willow's hand until she nearly jumps to throw her arms around him. " found you! look, lo lo! we found him! "
“ unpossession / undoctrine. ”
“You found him!” Willow gasps, clearly more animated with the booze in her system and Allie’s influence over her. Willow jumps in on the hug from behind Allie, squishing her sheen against her friends shoulder with a little huff of air. “Ben! Have you been here the whole time? I thought you’d have come back at some point to watch the last song at least!”
She also noticed that Emma was missing for most of the second act. Willow hopes he hasn’t been lingering here all upset.
There isn't much of the element of surprise as he hears Allie's happy little noises above the rest of the crowd. Probably for the best, for he feels more off-kilter than usual after seeing Emma. As the girls both squeeze up against him Ben feels a soft smile gracing his face. There are still some people in this world who are happy to see him, he supposes. Turning his head slightly, he takes them both in. "I've just been hangin' out. Could hear, uh, could hear everythin' from here anyways. I --- I can see you two have found the champagne then, have --- have you?"
she feels so happy, she could fly! and, a little bit, she feel like she is. hugging ben's taller frame that causes her to reach, causes her to press up on her toes, and with everything that's stirring her dizzy, it sort of does feel like she's flying. even if it's just a little bit. she feels warm and happy pressed in between the two of them, still giggling. " yeah! willow helped me find it! i've never had so- so much, um, like, fancy booze, before! it's so, so fun! it tastes like rich people, which- which is, like, sorta' weird, but it's okay! it's fun! i also took, like, a buncha' hits offa' someone's pen and i think i did molly in the bathroom, maybe. " she turns, as best she can, to look at willow. " i think you just did the champagne or the drinks, or something, right? you weren't with me when i found all of that other stuff. "
@undoctrine
" i wish you could talk to them ... " she sighs, dreamily, her knees pushed into the ground, the dirt, while her fingers dance among the little creatures in front of her, listening to their chattering as she offers them some of her own, newly found out of a sleepy winter. " you would love them, ben, they have such lovely things to say. sometimes, i ... " allie trails off, her thoughts gathering in bundles, berries along a vine that only grows. " i dunno', the ones people ... people don't like as much, they talk like you. "
Ben had prepared a special little gift for her, delivered under the cover of night. It appears a long, thin box wrapped delicately with pink tissue paper and shimmering ribbons has been left on her doorstep. In chicken scratch handwriting a heart felt note from Ben: A, happy birthday. Love, B. Upon unwrapping the present she will be presented with a long, thin-tipped knife, gleaming in tones of rose gold. The handle appears to be made up of smoothed Lapis Lazuli, held together with a golden band. And if she looks closely enough at the blade, she will see the initials BG engraved by the hilt. One of a kind, made only for her.
allie birfday 🥳🥳🥳, accepting always.
she nearly trips over the box when she opens the door that morning, basking in the first morning full of spring light before she finds her little gift. doe eyes light up, her smile just as bright and pinching her cheeks a blooming pink. she's already found little things, from the birds and her friends in the forest, somehow just knowing as they always do. but this doesn't feel like any of them. even though the ribbons and the tissue paper are so very her, it feels like ben. the sort of tender roughness that he brings, that she finds when she hugs him and in his small, hesitant smiles. the fairy girl takes his gift into her arms like she might do to him if he were here, before she sits down on the step of the small porch to open it. his note washes over her with affection, and it feels like tiny bunches of love stored in little scratchy letters. beats of her heart in time with he thought of me! but she can't help but wish he was here to hug and thank, and her thoughts fill with fluffy, cloud like daydreams of the moment. at least, until she found the knife, buried within equally as fluffy decorations and wrapping. it's cold, in a startling way, she finds as she holds it in her hands, like she doesn't quite know what to do with it. it's beautiful, and she loves it, in some way. she has to, it's from him. allie lets out a breath, and decides that she will love it and it can be beautiful and she won't worry about what it's used for. she'll call and ask him and he'll say something silly and clever and delightfully grumpy and she'll laugh and everything will be just fine.