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His punchline lands somewhere in the space between them, or else further than he’d intended to pitch it. Allison lets it hit the water and sink, holding his gaze with hers, before she finally squints at him above the simmering veneer of a humored smile. ❝ A simple no would have sufficed. ❞ Something tells her he’d rather avoid simple; that, or it avoids him and she can only guess why. ❝ Dental and vision for part time. ❞ Allison scoffs so she doesn’t laugh.
Someone comes in the front door, jingling the chime to alert for a new customer. Allison opens her mouth to call a greeting, but the man covered in dirt beats her to it. He finishes that apparent race with a smirk; Allison squints at him again and pushes off from the counter to put more distance between them. ❝ Yes. ❞ She tucks a chin - length strand of hair behind her ear. ❝ It’s Allison. ❞
Before Flower Guy can try it, Allison says to the browsing tourist meandering down the aisle of incense sticks, ❝ Let me know if you need help finding anything. ❞ Shooting her new rival a lifted - brow look over her shoulder, she circles around the opposite aisle and fusses with Addie’s jar collection. Her aunt is either taking a long phone call or she’s taken her lunch knowing damn well she’s got help to cover her. Allison chances a peek first over at the tourist, and then Flower Guy. Eyeing the pot at his feet, she asks, ❝ Are you delivering something for Adelaide? I can sign for it. ❞
When the seasons shift down here, there’s reason enough to celebrate. The city’s got a habit of making something out of nothing about as often as they make nothing out of something. That’s more to do with protecting its own though. In certain communities around here, it’s harder to stay quiet than it is to start talking. Adelaide Argent runs half those communities herself. Probably why he’d been roped into her circle. Hard not to be once the woman deems you interesting enough.
Daniel’s heard about Addie’s niece. This is not what he’d been expecting. That frigid air she brings in with her smells as expensive as she looks and Daniel almost sketches a bow just to really sell the whole vibe. If she wasn’t already biased, Addie no doubt would’ve claimed her aura somewhere in the neighborhood of Chanel. Or whatever the hell that bag’s brand is. He sure as hell wouldn’t know.
“Yeah, first day.” Slothlike and just as unbothered, Daniel moves to stand and presses a hip into the counter on a lean. When he drags his wrist across his brow, it’s a wonder he doesn’t leave behind a streak of dirt. He’s grinning back at her. “Don’t really believe all this bullshit,” he lowers his voice but only enough to convey what ought to be a secret in case they've got an eavesdropper in his supposed boss and waves a hand vaguely in the air to gesture at...everything, “But the old lady promised dental and vision. Can you believe her generosity?” Daniel lets the joke fester between them and doesn’t lose his easy smile. Then, “It’s Allison, right?”
#chloromanci#no she loves him too much he can do no wrong in her eyes#she will forgive him the old lady line because he brought her flowers#allison however will not be forgiving him any time soon for teasing her <3#swing and a miss (except she did think it was funny but god forbid she give a man satisfaction)
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Allison knows a deflection when she’s been shot one. She lets it go without a fuss, angling toward that fussing cat rather than pushing into Joker’s space any further. That white flag is a freebie. Allison’s wiggled out of less personal questions pressed by Joker himself and evaded worse from strangers. That crowd outside lingers there for a reason. Between the two of them, there’s enough useless intel to feed the press for months; longer if they got to the useful.
❝ This is probably the part where I make comparisons between cod and caviar, ❞ Allison jokes. She’s plenty humored with that self - jab, though Scott tips his head and frowns at her from where he’s still wrestling with the crate on the ground a few feet away. If he’s got an argument though, he wisely keeps it to himself. Not even the challenging arch of Allison’s brow dares him to refute her. ❝ I’m surprised he’s not clawing his way out to get to you, ❞ she says to Scott, but in answer to Joker’s conjecture as well.
❝ Yeah, ❞ agrees Scott, ears pinking. His smile is equal parts dopey and bashful, and he swings it in Joker’s direction with all the force of the blinding sun coming out from behind the clouds. Joker had asked Allison, but Scott replies, ❝ I’d rather avoid the gloves or a towel and I’m sure you'd prefer that, too, so if you want to come and grab him. . . ❞
Allison shuffles to Joker’s opposite side along the counter to make room for the impending maneuver. ❝ Dr. McCall. Animal whisperer extraordinaire, admitting defeat. ❞ Scott shoots her an unimpressed smirk, but she’s already grinning at Joker knowingly and misses it. ❝ Poor Pancake. If only you hadn’t introduced him to caviar. ❞
He shouldn’t smoke in a medical facility. Try enforcing it. The reception desk’s marbled counter shoulders his slight weight. Joker hasn’t stopped bouncing his leg since first he darkened this doorway.
Sokol rakes his enormous black paw over his master’s to try and quell the turbulence. The jostling travels up the light blue lead connected to Sokol’s service harness to where the lead loops through Joker's arm and wraps three times to the elbow.
Allison’s furtive jab is taken with a crooked grin and harsh, breathy laugh that shoots smoke precariously close to the monitors. Shifting from foot to foot both dissolves the noxious cloud he’s created between them and allows his second simper to soften at its edges. The scarlet paint stretches too far back on one end, too far down on the other.
What makes matters worse is Pancake’s drawled meow…and his flat head banging the padded — for his sake — carrier when he tries to escape Dr. McCall. It’s a wonder the trash outside hasn’t piled high enough to form the same barricade it does everywhere else in this town. It’s even more curious that he’s the only one in the waiting room…lobby…whatever it is. Perhaps that’s by design. Not everything’s been spared from Gotham’s true nature. A once-over traces chalky stains from the slush and road salt scattershot against boots worth more than he’ll ever see in his life.
Wagging his painted eyebrows, Joker leans into his next hit so he can watch the derelict black cat try to avoid routine medical care for the umpteenth time.
“You’d think they’re used to outdoors…” he dodges the subtle topic swing toward him by gesturing at Pancake, “The stray ones…” smoke stacks vent from his nostrils, “But they hate it more than the mole rat I got Nixie from a breeder.” He nudges his chin toward the crate and asks Allison, “Need me to fish him out…?”
#jokethur#allison making fun of herself and being silly bc she's so comfy with these two#we love to see it#pancake is so valid. also the fact that they have a billion cats#that's literally my dream LMGKJSRNTKJNHSKRNTH
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It’s not hot enough to shirk sleeves just yet in southern Louisiana, but even that impending wet heat won’t dissuade Allison from covering up. She has the collar of her jean jacket turned up against her throat to dissuade the wind outside from slipping through her hair to chill her. It’s no use though; death has a funny way of keeping the cold trapped in the bones, so Allison will wear her jacket through the end of May and into June. Even now, stepping over the threshold into the shop which is markedly more humid than the outdoors, she keeps her arms clutched close against her belly.
She doesn’t know his voice or his face. Proximity does nothing for her recall in this instance. If she knew someone eons ago, drawing closer at least reminds her body what once came to pass. He has no such effect on her until they lock eyes. Allison draws her chin up in defense before she can check herself. There are no dreams that spring forth to give layers to his eyes nor memories she doesn’t recognize that offer complexity to the comfortable way he fits into this space. She’s got nothing to explain him away; he is just a stranger to her.
❝ That’s fine. I can wait for her. ❞ Allison stops on the opposite end of the counter and pivots on the ball of one foot to face him. It’s not so far a distance that she can’t see that he’s been sprayed in dirt, but it is enough space that she can’t determine if he has his own freckles or if that compost dressed him down so badly. Allison indulges a friendly smile. ❝ I hadn’t realized my aunt hired another part timer. Did you just start today? ❞
“Manager’s on a call,” Daniel explains when the bell over the door chimes like he works here but can’t be bothered to do even part time work. He might look the part of employee though as he shuffles between the low shelves, a ceramic planter the size of a sink full of blackeyed Susans clutched against his chest. That he sets down on the far end of the checkout counter. Dirty fingers sink into the dirt beneath the blooms and sift for a fussy moment before he thinks to add, “She’ll be back in a minute.”
It’s family around here. Business is business is business and Daniel doesn’t work here but he might as well clock in. Adelaide’s busy. If she didn’t trust him not to handle things in her absence should the need arise, she wouldn’t have left in the first place. And this is hardly the only time he’s stepped up when she needed him. Fair’s fair. No such thing as owing, not really, but it’s only right after all she’s done for him. This bit of friendliness isn’t much in comparison. Not in the grand scheme of things.
Daniel’s got a face full of flowers, almost a mouthful too, before he remembers he ought to look up. The oddity shop is familiar enough to him by now that he can offer some degree of assistance. Everything else he can fill in the gaps for well enough with his own knowledge. The woman making her way down the central aisle brings with her the cool air that blows up from the Mississippi this early into springtime. Daniel thinks she wears it on her face too. “Help you find anything?”
@queenwolf hi
#chloromanci#the way he took one look at her and said YEP that lady's a BITCH#I'M LAUGHKJNDKJRNHKDJNRH#i missed early them they're so funny
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why are the bots back
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I don’t like mysteries. I like solutions.
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remember when i sent allison to NOLA and then crystal was cast in swamp thing a year later
#me too i think about it all the time#anyway the big easy and allison and i am……..Sigh#crystal in swamp thing was literally for me. rio service#madam moon in the big easy. so personal to me#philanthropist and nepo baby by day. consulting huntress and spn ambassador by night.#the Only nepo baby we trust
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happiness falls.
dialogue prompts from happiness falls by angie kim.
there's a fine line, if any, between optimism and willful idiocy.
why would you assume things can't go wrong just because they haven't yet?
hanging up an iphone isn't nearly as satisfying as slamming down a landline.
hope is dangerous.
intuition trumps intellect every time.
it isn't like i was keeping it a secret.
i'm working on seeming less bossy.
you are too old for this juvenile bullshit.
bring a first aid kit, just in case.
i never read the articles, only the cartoons.
i know what you're thinking. i'm thinking it, too.
i won't tell you not to worry, but take care of yourself.
sometimes it's the tiniest difference that can make the most difference.
are you a spy?
my life just isn't that interesting.
no shutting me out and trying to do everything yourself.
i have no idea what you're thinking, but i'm thinking i need coffee asap.
'greetings'? who in hell says 'greetings'?
i'll never scare you like that again.
don't force me to ask.
i wanted to just fucking die.
i feel badly about how we left things.
i thought we were open with each other.
shame is the most powerful and long-lasting emotion we have.
the best defense is a good offense.
stop talking. don't make it worse.
it's easy to be generous when you've taken so much.
i can't fall apart. someone has to get shit done.
i care more about authenticity and honesty than tact.
i didn't realize you still did that.
sometimes, in moments of great stress, we revert to childhood behaviors.
i love your sarcasm when it isn't pointed at me.
thinking and planning are luxuries we can't afford.
'no withholding anything from anyone'. that's my new mantra.
you have to save the highest penalty sin for last. build up slowly.
slow down. start from the beginning. what happened?
i don't care if i never find out what happened.
have you ever noticed how different things sound out loud instead of inside your head?
you can be honest without being cruel.
what are you hiding? i can see it behind you. what is it?
when you can't talk, people assume you can't understand.
i am a different person in english.
can you blame me?
sometimes semantics matter. words matter.
i'd rather give you the benefit of the doubt.
i would be horrible at your job.
you know a lot more than anyone's given you credit for.
a fucking break is what i want.
it did not feel 'rare', living through it.
everyone thought they were next.
there are some things you can't say out loud.
i'm glad we tried.
anger feels so much better than grief.
i don't like remembering it.
it's okay if the answer is no.
god, we're a mess.
this isn't a movie. this is real life.
if this was a 'choose your own adventure' book, what would you hope for?
when did you wake up?
there's no harm in hoping.
how long will i feel this way?
the first try is always the hardest, right?
the world should have to accommodate you, for once.
you can squeeze my hand when it hurts too much.
stop playing games and say what you mean.
you've been doubted long enough.
you doubted me, didn't you? just a little.
i don't want to forget. i want to remember.
i still have good days and bad.
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[ * ] and in the bath, when you look down, she looks back. shaking and deforming in the ripples as she lies beneath the surface.
#something something the moon and all her faces#i love taking old edits when i went through a weird muted colors psd phase back in 2022 and making them black and white#i don't know why i ever veered away from the black and white 2022 rionach what were you doing#anyway it makes transferring things easier#i love the moon <3
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He wasn’t hired because he could ward a door or a desk or whatever else piece of mass - produced furniture he thought needed the lockdown. No, that would go against the shiny and new company policy that Allison passed through minimal hands to accommodate Argent International’s shiny and new facelift. It’s those wards he can construct around thousands of years of information, including but not limited to the very unsavory family history that hangs around her neck every day, that dragged him into this.
It was Adelaide who pointed him out. ❝ You know you have an enchanter in your IT department, ❞ she’d said in that same tone she takes when she wants to talk about a vibrant red she got from Tuscany. That is to say, she always wants to talk about the vibrant red.
❝ Enchanter? What, like a witch? ❞ Like you, goes unspoken.
Aunt Adelaide had been two glasses into a very non - vibrant red, but there was no questioning the clarity in her eyes when she smirked knowingly. ❝ No, Marcheline. Not like me at all. ❞ Very helpful.
Now, Allison’s fresh off an overnight flight from Nice that she worked all the way through. She doesn’t look it. Sat across from this supposed enchanter, she looks every inch the nepo business mogul. No one can claim she wasn’t born for the role though. Allison sits forward in her seat and regards her eight A.M. with equal parts easy affability and cool reserve. He blinks; she does after a contemplative pause. ❝ Intentionally. ❞ If she’s alarmed, she doesn’t appear to be so. ❝ Aren’t all cybersecurity attacks intentional? Unless you’re suggesting that someone on our team wants to play both sides. ❞
@queenwolf
i'm careful. even with the dark army gone, i still keep wards on my door—twelve, arranged in four neat rows of three. and even here, at this temp cybersecurity job, i do the same thing. wards pasted on the underside of my desk. leon's here for a job for a few months, so i found work.
everyone's heard about the argent family. a few google searches told me everything i needed to know. major company, arms dealing recently discontinued. as if you can just stop being a milder lockheed martin overnight. you'll need more than that to clean it all up.
i guess i'm technically part of that cleanup now, even if i'm here to monitor for all the bad shit. like before, with the last corporate job. you saw. rehabilitating a company as if that's even really possible. but when i find an obvious hole in security, i patch it. and when i find a hole that was put there by someone else, i report it. as expected.
which is why i'm here, in allison argent's office, awkward and uncomfortable. i hate the feel of the uniform against my skin. my weight shifts, one foot to the other. where do i even start? at the basics, i guess. "i think someone intentionally left a hole in your security." i blink. that probably made it sound dire. "i found it during my audit. think i caught it before they planted a rootkit." fuck. i'm talking on too high of a level. ".... so, no malware yet. i've started patching it, but it was via internal access."
#grayboxed#k i need you to hold my hand through this bc i don't know what the fuck i'm talking about#i sit through an annual cybersecurity training every august that's basically a powerpoint read out loud#'don't open the obvious phishing email idiots'#you remember how i keep writing people smarter than me? i also write with people smarter than me#help me i beg#forget allison thank you elliot for dumbing it down for ME
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Allison had clocked Oswald on her way through the crowds. There’s something magnetic about the tycoon, less in the way that a wave clings to a shoreline and more in the way that necrotized flesh will always eat itself. That is to say, Gotham consumes its own. There’s no making it out of this city without knowing the Penguin, even if only in name, and that’s if one makes it out at all. Allison doesn’t have the habit of lingering in any one place long though. Oswald doesn’t draw her in with the way he proselytizes to whatever foolish crowd he’s gathered below; Gotham, on the other hand. . .
❝ I’m sure he just likes the sound of his own voice, ❞ Allison surmises. Her lips are pursed around the rim of her glass as she says this, her dark eyes sparkling with or without those neon lights around them. Nix’s claims are uncontested, her authority unchallenged, and Allison only sits rigidly in her seat because years of etiquette classes are not so easily forgotten even in spite of the years since consisting only of rebellion. ❝ I wouldn’t say that about you. ❞
Allison doesn’t trust the din around them. The socialites that dance or mingle by the bar aren’t interested in anything but that they are here; that doesn’t mean all of them merely bask in Nix’s exclusive invitation. Allison half expects a tray of drops to make the rounds, but maybe the Lounge 2.0 is more subtle than its predecessor.
❝ I’m rarely alone. ❞ The concession doesn’t harm her, nor is there intention to disarm Nix. Not that she could. Allison is still smiling, no teeth displayed in threat. ❝ I’m not here working, if that’s what you’re asking. ❞ She abandons her drink on the table between them and watches the dregs of that pink creation settle in the bottom of the glass before meeting Nix’s gaze once again. ❝ How do you like business? The sharks are eating all this up. Were you looking forward to that or are you itching to peel off your skin? ❞
Her Trident cocktail almost matches the neon yellow of her dress. The sheer number leaves little to the imagination as most have come to expect of The Iceberg Lounge's ostensibly least tolerable proprietor. Oswald sits beneath them, below the mezzanine close to the Lounge's largest dance floor. The wrap-around second floor's framed by stone-like pillars and growing vines that appear to thrive in spite of the boreal habitat. Nix had spotted Allison from below, abandoned a conversation she wasn't all that welcome within anyway, and made her way up to a familiar face.
The glassy clink of her glass landing atop Allison's table marks her territory before the rest of her does. Silver heels click, then her ankle performs a twirl as to drag a chair toward her to claim. " It's all he does, you know. " She warns, sitting herself down and crossing one leg across the other's knee. Nix reclines, at home as she should be in the place she herself built. Oswald's an ideas man, she thinks, less of a practitioner. His hands are cleaner than hers to this day.
" Those, uh, " She knocks her chin to peer at her business partner and his ilk over the balcony, " Important-looking conversations with other sus guys in suits. " She catches herself then, furrowing her blonde brow and exacerbating the down-turn of her pout. Collecting her drink, she muses aloud against the rim, " I guess people might say the same shit about me... "
There are no Talons to watch her tongue for her. None that are visible, anyway — but Nix knows better than to assume any allusion to safety to be truth. Learnt in more than a number of hard ways. She takes a steep breath and a mouthful of jalapeño and cucumber-infused gin, then steers her canted head toward Allison. " Flying solo? " The notion that she may have thieved someone's seat opposite her, despite her line of questioning, is lost on her. " Or got your eye on someone down there? "
#banschivs#oh trust that ally's boosting her on the socials#they'll have to get a pic together for the gram#i personally would love to see them they'd be so hot
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SWAMP THING
EPISODE 1, SEASON 1
#i don't know how anyone can say no to this face#look at those eyes are you KIDDING me#dimples <3333333#op you colored this so beautifully wow wow wow#swamp thing is just as bad as teen wolf coloring it's so ass#my moon baby i love you dearly
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❝ Fear could make a believer of anybody. ❞
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ—ㅤA STUDY IN DROWNING. (accepting!)
Dr. Scott McCall manages to exude all the warmth of a summer day in both scrubs and a white lab coat, even somehow a sharp contrast to the cold outside. The cat he is trying to coax into complacency in its crate on the floor of his office is none too pleased with the setting and Allison is amused beyond reason that there is an animal alive distrusting of Scott. He is valiant in his patience, but the cat isn’t having it yet.
Allison leans against the reception counter beside @jokethur. The receptionist, Katie, is on her lunch, so it’s lucky that Scott was expecting his own delivery from Allison and met them in the front. She’s still got the takeaway bag tucked beneath her arm to shield from the puddles outside; her over - the - knee Weitzman boots are splattered with mud, but at least the food is safe. Scott had flashed moon - grateful eyes at her as soon as the door had opened and hadn’t lost that expression even now that he crouches down to speak softly to his unimpressed patient.
❝ Talking about him? ❞ Allison inclines her head toward the very unhappy cat on the ground. She’s smiling, genuine and comfortable without unwelcome eyes on her. Outside, she and Joker had probably gathered a crowd. In here, at least there’s the facade of safety. Allison knocks her elbow against Joker’s next to her. ❝ Or you? ❞
#jokethur#A.#only two men i'd trust with my life and they're both here!!!!!#blows a kiss: for scott mccall and arthur fleck#love u. missed the gossiping besties ally and arthur <3
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❝ It's very hard to believe something when it feels like the whole world is trying to convince you otherwise. ❞
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ—ㅤA STUDY IN DROWNING. (accepting!)
The prow of the Wraith disappears against the black of the horizon now that night has cast across the sky. Set against the dark like this, the ship suits its name just as much as its captain. Allison casts a watchful eye on that endless pitch in the distance from her place beside the wheel; at her side, Inej has locked the direction into place, but holds steady at the command. The crew sleeps below and all is quiet save the wood creaking, the water cut through by the keel.
They have said little, yet so much, tonight. It had gone silent between them for long enough that Allison is forced to think back on what last was said, if she spoke at all and if it was anything of much worth. Something about faith. Something about the heart. Allison’s is a steady thrum in her chest, a rhythm set in tandem with the waves all around and just that constant. Above, the moon is hidden but full of milky light where it is tucked behind the clouds.
❝ I know few who compare to your steadfastness. ❞ Allison smiles at her companion beside her and suddenly it is no longer quite so dark. That lunar light spills between them when Allison reveals her teeth. ❝ Has it not been you yourself who has turned even the most hardened of hearts into something tender? ❞ There is the length of a strip of wood or two between them and Allison doesn’t dare cut into Inej’s space, but she considers it for only a moment. Instead, she softens her smile; she won’t dull her teeth though, not when @taitropa bears such sharp knives herself. ❝ What is this foul mood? Have you been at sea too long, Captain? ❞
#taitropa#A.#the way this is the first time i'm using this damn verse#allison would hate crow man LMAOOOOOO and kaz would not care for her KJNSRKJTHNS#but inej <3 inej has only her utmost respect <3#once again your wish is my command! more pirate threads!!!!!
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if i got nothing from that movie, at least i got this promo shot
#she is everything to me#truly the love of my life i cannot begin to express it#also the wardrobe choice here……A+#half practical half definitely not practical at all girlie pop loves her skirts and dresses#i love you i love you i love you
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allison IS a relatively known figure in certain circles. the argent name is a known name and, though much of its history is tainted, it still holds its weight when convenient and necessary. this is even more true as allison grows into her role as the sort of monarch of the name and paves a way for a better reputation.
#you very well could know who she is before ever meeting her#she's been in the public eye since she was a child actually#she's been in tabloids she's been interviewed by various media#before she ever moved to beacon#the argents are relatively famous in france and much of europe in fact#a little bit of royalty in some ways#particularly in the motherland if you will#so your muse could absolutely know who she is!!!#especially if your muse is within the supernatural community#it's up to you though if you want them to know the argents as the bad scary hunters#or if you want them to know allison as the badass new argent head <3#i also heavily welcome skepticism about her leadership !!!! fun!!!!!!!!#it's either 'ah. the argents. those murderers.' OR 'ah. the argents. the billionaires.'#or even 'ah. the argents. i think i saw that one in the news once?'#i have Much to say half of it is transferring things from old blogs and drafts brain go Brrrr
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❝ Men just say whatever they want and everyone believes them. ❞
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ—ㅤA STUDY IN DROWNING. (accepting!)
The new and improved Iceberg Lounge may or may not boast a true chill, but the cold clings to Allison’s bones regardless. Swatched in a night sky silky sheath from décolletage to ankle, the fabric frothy where it falls in sleeves down her slender arms, Allison sits every inch the heiress to a grand fortune. She nurses a drink that’s so pink, it no doubt would set off EMF sensors, and feigns disinterest in the crowd. Really, she’s had passive eyes on the bar all evening.
Amusement excavates one dimple. When she swings her gaze around to @banschivs, it’s a deep pock of knowing as obvious as the glint in her dark eyes. Starlight there turns purple from the LEDs around them. ❝ Preaching to the choir. ❞ It’s funny that the Argents boasted of a matriarchal hierarchy after keeping Allison so long in the dark. That was two men behind that decision; she doesn’t like to think about her mother’s role– in her life, period.
❝ You know, the worst part is that they all feed into each other. ❞ Allison tosses pin - straight hair, made so by way of direct heat, over a shoulder raised in gooseflesh. ❝ I try not to find myself in situations where more than one man can talk at a time when I'm around. If at all. Hearing them speak to each other is just as bad as hearing them speak to me. ❞
#banschivs#A.#alexa play woman by kesha#can she be in the iceberg lounge yet? or at all?#you know to knock me on my ass if this doesn't work#adore you as always <3
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hello. welcome to rionach's OG roman empire. also this loser
#allison is my one true love to which a couple of you can attest#please be wary following my st.iles though i don't follow first because of TWs which you'll find in his pinned#i'm cleaning things up and kells and i are heading into s3 this weekend (aka the best season)#but send me memes <3
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