dead / undead.

There’s a saying for these kinds of situations, the kind you have to navigate carefully. It’s called, “threading the needle”. It’s finding a safe path between two opposing forces.

           BEING NICE TO HER RIGHT NOW makes her want to get up and shove him with all the force of her anguish. because it makes her feel worse, makes her feel like it’s okay to cry. and she doesn’t want to.  ❛     any time i felt like i couldn’t do something before ---------  ❜    BEFORE, because she still hangs on hard to the idea that she isn’t that girl anymore. allison’s gaze doesn’t land on him, but she switches between the ceiling and the wall to catch a glimpse of his face. ❛    my mom’s voice would end up in my head like she was really there. and it was like she just ... KNEW what to say.  ❜  or maybe she knew what her mom would say, or just what she should DO and it manifested itself as a version of her mother. and she can still hear her now, screaming: THIS ISN’T WHO YOU ARE.

        the PATRONIZING that she wouldn’t, couldn’t KILL HIM if she wanted to makes her want to watch him bleed. ❛     ---------- really, stu? gambling your LIFE with the idea that i actually care?  ❜  that she cares if people watch, that she cares about HIM enough not to. he couldn’t be more wrong, and she couldn’t care LESS about him.  (   it’s a lie. it’s a lie.   ) she’s gripping the glass harshly enough to bring a slight sting to her hand, and she presses it against his skin enough to HURT.  (  but not enough to draw blood. and she’s so TEMPTED to do it.   )  leans in closer, lips close enough to brush against his jaw.  ❛     TRY ME.    ❜  

         it only makes her squeeze TIGHTER, knuckles turning white as she focuses aggressively on him. she hates someone TELLING HER what she’s going to do just as much as stu does, if not MORE.  it’s what makes the duo so dangerous. ❛     if i go ANYWHERE with you, it won’t be because you said so.   ❜    without even thinking she releases her hold and hastily reaches for the broken bottle tucked into his jeans. brings it up to his NECK, almost smiling with a buzz of needing to maintain POWER tingling through her body. ❛     i don’t answer to you.   ❜  

             looking at gwen, allison somehow can see a piece of herself THAT DIED when she did. but there’s always been an instinct to PROTECT HERSELF within her, along with all of the time spent protecting others. and maybe, she just decided somewhere along the way it was easier not to feel. not to be the same person everyone is missing.  (  because maybe SHE misses her, too.  )   and maybe she doesn’t have to be so COLD towards anyone that speaks to her here, it’s not like any of them can lose her. they’re all stuck here, same as her. ❛     i sort of envy you, you’re still so ... nice.   ❜   OPEN, the opposite of allison’s closed off nature. a defense mechanism. but still, she finds herself offering the tiniest of smiles. BABY STEPS. ❛     ---------- what happened to you?   ❜  

              there’s a wave of RAGE coming over her the second stu wraps his fingers around her wrist. a grip that brings a fire to her chest and adrenaline to her veins.  (  she’s unpredictable, off her hinges when someone THREATENS HER. even more so than before.  )  ❛     FIRST,   ❜  she starts, grabbing his wrist in a death grip with her free hand and TWISTING IT down, working on taking away some of the strength of his hold. allison brings her face mere inches from his, words spoken through her teeth drenched in a CHALLENGE to test her.  ❛     you’re going to get your hand OFF ME.   ❜  

Having a sibling is either “we ride together we die together” or “no officer I’ve never seen that person before in my life” there is no in between.

                    the night was TOO GOOD, maybe felt a little too real. a little too normal, and WAY MORE than allison bargained for when she got involved in stuart stilinski’s life. all she was looking for was an escape, so naturally, she went to someone LIKE HER. and if there was anything GENUINE she had to ruin it. or run from it. and it was fun. ❛     TAKEN? what, am i your property now?  ❜   ( the initial reaction, to be concerned about the innocent pawn in one of her games is familiar like a muscle memory. but it’s OVERPOWERED quickly.  )  ❛    if i would’ve known you’d get so JEALOUS, maybe i would’ve made out with him instead.   ❜   

 ❛   —————————— ❜  & this is why he likes ( tolerates ) allison so much. someone who can match him & not stumble over their own tongue. stu edges closer, hand coming to rest on her knee for he loves seeing her riled. ❛   come on, baby. don’t be like that. ❜      BABY. because he knows how much THAT’LL piss her off. ( he almost wants scott to be there to see it. )

      sometimes she hates when he touches her, or maybe she ALWAYS hates when he touches her and that’s the whole point to whatever it is they do.  (  because sometimes hate is also what feels the BEST.  )  allison finds herself immediately jerking her knee out from under his touch, NOT MAKING IT EASY. especially if he wants to talk to her like that.  especially when she’s already PISSED at him.  (  but they’re toxic to begin with, dysfunctional. push me / pull you, they don’t belong together and it makes her CRAVE IT even more.  )  ❛   don’t TOUCH me, or i’ll kill you.  ❜ 

           ‘ you know, you’re even sexier when you’re mad. ‘ 

                 narrowed eyes gaze at his lips, chest burning with a dull annoyance that seems to ALWAYS reside there when she’s with stu.   ❛   you’re sexier when you’re NOT TALKING.  ❜ 

hands curl into fists, bright gaze void ofeverything he previously thought possible. he knows he can get to her, can dig underneaththose pure bones to expose the darkness inside. her heart? that’s what hesolely wants, craves the exposure of the explicitness underneath. he makes surehe can smell her hair from a good two feet away, the tension escalating withinthe lack of commitment they each feel. who cared about innocence these days? thatword bought a shutter to a cruel spine, a back too heavy to hold the burden ofgoodness inside false arteries, veins, a missing heart.

           theo continues to smile —   a trusting smile will live up to her expectations. he gave it his all in that second, asliver of the time continuum that could’ve caused daggers to enter the argent’sbody directly. trust. he knows how to seduce, destroy, and take. she was all he wantedto encompass scott mccall. she was all his salvation in a petite package. 

                            oh, she was the key.

                 ❛    ——           c’mere.    ❜ 

        ❛    i don’t think so, theo.    ❜   spoken bluntly, EMOTIONLESSLY. deep down, broken and out of date parts of her tell her to DO SOMETHING. try to convince her of force, of AVENGING her friends. of avenging scott. but now, while she waits to die, waits to wither away, she doesn’t have the STRENGTH. she doesn’t want it, not again. (  there’s something WRONG about her, thoughts allison would never think. a lot of NOTHING allison would never do.  )  instead of remembering, she hides. and instead of scowling, she smiles almost seductively down at the ground. 

❛    YOU come here.   ❜

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

              it’s not something she EXPECTED from herself when she didn’t pull away, when she gave in to a deep impulse that kept her where she was. CURIOUS, face hot and chest tingling. but she also didn’t expect lydia’s reaction to be LIKE THIS. hand in her hair, thumb delicate and spreading across her skin. it feels different, but it doesn’t take allison long to decide she likes it.  ❛    maybe i was just getting USED to kissing you.   ❜     it’s a confirmation that she MEANS IT, before she more dominantly presses secure kisses down to lydia’s hips. one hand gently traces the skin of her abdomen, rising to her chest where allison squeezes one of her breasts. AND SHE’S DEFINITELY CROSSING A LINE. one where she’s GRATEFUL that they’re both in their underwear and tshirts, otherwise she couldn’t as easily slide her free hand down lydia’s bare thigh while one finger hooks slowly underneath the fabric. but she WAITS for a reaction, pauses and shoots a glance up at her.  ❛    what now?  ❜   she teases, kissing a line across her belly button.

get to know me meme: [6/10] female characters → Allison Argent (teen wolf) “We protect those, who cannot protect themselves.”