outofarrows; just went through a terrible breakup. i can't write at the moment. i'll be back soon. hope you all understand.
( allison would be lying if she didn't admit the tension in the room had begun to choke her. it suffocated those occupying the room, becoming more of an issue as they cut into their half-charred steaks thrown halfheartedly onto the porcelain dishes left behind by her mother.
it had been years since the argents had come into contact with the stilinski family, and to say the meeting was brought together by a happy reunion would only add to the false statements beginning to pile up. it wasn't as if she were bothered by their sudden reappearance - no, it only reminded her of the issue at hand. the one even she couldn't pick and pull apart by her own hands, and her's alone. )
' so, you're saying stiles and i are being partnered up to investigate? '
( her amber eyes fall on her new partner, an old friend, someone who had walked back into her life once again at her father's request. allison knew, of course, how capable he could be. the only reason she was wallowing in her personal fit was due to chris concluding that they'd needed some sort of "aid".
the foreign pack had become a growing issue in beacon hills ----- a very big issue. one even they let slip between their fingers carelessly. however, she couldn't be too bothered by her partner. they did share a small childhood afterall. she just wondered what he thought of the entire thing.)
outofarrows; working on my to-do list and such. if you're not on there yet and i owe you something pls harass me!!
{ guerrierargent - an allison argent indie }
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outofarrows; my wifi was shut off. it was a rough few days. but i'm back, so i'll be doing my drafts and to-do list sometime this weekend since i'm about to go to the movies!!
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”i’m—- fine. don’t worry about it.”
if she doesn’t think about it, the waves of nausea just might go away.
' it's just ---- i've never seen you so pale.'
( she throws a thumb over her shoulder before backing to reach for her bag. )
' let me get you some water. really, you look like someone tried to m a i m you. '
( allison tosses a bottled water towards kira, a smile tugging at her lips to try and lighten the topic. she wasn't very good at the nurse thing. )
( eyebrows scrunch in concern, briefly wondering if medical attention is needed. )
' --- are you okay? you look ready to throw up. '
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au: mr. & mrs. smith
we have an unusual problem here, allison. you obviously want me dead, and i’m less and less concerned for your well-being.
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Who knew how he got here. He had no idea. It started with a simple visit to a friend from school, when suddenly he was being dragged to a party, the music pulsed around him and he couldn’t help but remember the raves he had been to in Beacon Hills
Nostalgia washed over him as he closed his eyes before entering the crowd. He saw Allison’s face, smiling at the one in Derek’s loft right before he had taken Kira’s hand. Then his eyes shot open when he thought of Kira. After Allison had almost died they had gotten together, but it didn’t last long. He had missed Allison too much and it wasn’t fair to Kira. Once she dropped off the radar Kira just kinda drifted away from him.
That’s when his thoughts went to Allison; she had completely dropped off the radar after healing, not even Lydia knew where she was, and that terrified him, it kept him up some nights frightened she could be dead and he didn’t even get to say goodbye.
Taking in his surroundings he looked around and tried to focus. He shook his head and cleared his mind. This was supposed to be fun. It was going to be fun. Suddenly he felt someone tugging on him, a girl was tugging on his shirt and then it was gone.
A few hours passed and he had decided that since no one would notice or care, his eyes would be red for the night, pretending they were contacts. His body swayed slightly with the music and he had a thin coat of sweat on his torso, then he heard it, he heard that voice.
Head whipping around and ignoring the people he was dancing with, his eyes made a connection with soft brown hues and he couldn’t believe it. His name had been called by the same voice he only heard in his dreams anymore. Moving through the crowd quickly he pushed to her and stood before her.
"A-Allison?"
( her eyes locked with the familiar hues she'd become so accustomed to, and although their original emerald gleam were now colored with the bloody red associated with his alpha status ------ scott mccall looked like scott mccall. it was as if the ex huntress expected the same boyish features to mark the wolf after her departure, a silly reminder of the time passed. it had been almost two years since she last saw him and the only conversation that drifted into memory was of her deceleration of love that never escaped her. a worrisome expression fell over allison as concerned curiosity wondered of his opinion on her sudden disappearance. the brunette's mouth opened to speak, so many questions lingering on the tip of her tongue but unable to form correctly. is everyone okay? what happened? and most importantly... )
------ '.. what are you doing here? '
( her tone of voice bordered defensive, but allison wasn't angry. she was surprised, if not a little hurt that he hadn't come sooner. it was the most selfish thought she'd ever conjured from the folds of her brain, yet it could not be denied that she felt such emotions. )
outofarrows; running on zero hours of sleep but i'll try and get some replies out today.
outofarrows; ( mating call for all the stiles rpers to come love me. ) i have lots of stallison plots and sass to give.i'm not watching stallison youtube videos at all nope hahaha me? no way.
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a character study; allison argent
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you keep me from f a l l i n g apart
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Deorro - Cayendo | Teen Wolf 4x01 Malia/Kira Dance
outofarrows; would really love a tmi/tw crossover where allison was born into the shadowhunter world, and ( your character ) was raised similarly to clary fray and allison has to train them after being discovered and there'd be lots of arguments about how difficult all the runes and weapons are and disbelief that real vampires and wolves and faeries and warlocks exist pls someone.
( the music pulsed around her as if it contained the very human complexity to hold life itself. the rhythm was intoxicating the crowd around her, moving their bodies with each beat and claiming them it's personal orchestra. allison swayed carefully, a drink sitting untouched in her hand spilling over it's plastic brim. sweat had already begun to pool on her forehead, matting her hair and causing the atmosphere to boil with an intensity only a college party could exhibit. usually she would toss her thoughts to the back of her mind and have a good time, but tonight just felt different. a strange feeling reverberated her entirety and put her in a mood to slip out the back. however, she was determined to overpower her instincts - this little rave was the only escape she'd have before diving back into her studies once again.
nostalgic memories replaced her worries soon after; memories of beacon hills and all the... interesting events that seemed to happen so often at parties such as the one she stood in now. they were almost like a tidal wave, pressing against her chest with an overwhelming strength.
no, allison, not this again.
but, leaving behind the few friends she managed to make took everything she had, especially when she had no clue if they defeated their latest problem. true, she gave them the oni's weakness, but... was it enough? it felt like she'd betrayed them, left them to death just to save her own skin. if only they knew the difficulty it proved. if only they'd seen the broken expression crossing chris' face as soon as she woke from the hospital. her father was all she had left now, and surely, surely, the pack would have understood.
------- a bump from her shoulder knocked her from her balance, and her inner guilty monologue ceased. the drink she held pooled around her pale skin, causing an agitated sigh to escape her parched lips. the crowd grew rowdier for the short moment she slipped into her mind, and really? she was never one for these things anyways. allison moved hastily from the crowd and to the nearby trash bin, tossing the alcohol away. she'd make her way out, call it a night maybe. her mood had dropped drastically, only making her head ache as the music pounded.
she'd just managed to reach the exit when a shadow of a figure moved nearby. brown hair... and a flash of red. twirling, she was met with the very person that haunted her dreams - the one person that she worried about most. he looked older, more mature. half of her expected to find the male marked with lines of stress, but in this atmosphere he seemed relaxed. allison stared, unable to move much from her position to try and communicate with him up close. )
' scott?'
