ᴀᴅᴅᴇʟɪɴᴀ @addyargent - Tumblr Blog

❛ Yeah, yeah I'm fine just- these stupid meds, make me a mess. ❜

#casually rolls back in #indie rp #opentwrp #twopenrp #tw indie rp #indie lesbian rp

brightwallhero

”…That could have went a lot better… Are you still alive?”

addyargent

❛ You can say that again. Yeah okay, I'm alive. ❜

#;( loves to fly scared to fall );

sarcasmisnotmyonlydefense

Stiles practically had to look directly up to smile at her, contentedly settled amongst the flowers as he plucked and wove them, only taking the prettiest of the bunch. "Hi there! Who're you?"

addyargent

❛ Addy, I'm Addy, ❜ there was a smile that tugged at her lips now, her arm coming down to rest at her side. ❛ And who're you? ❜

#;( loves to fly scared to fall );

sarcasmisnotmyonlydefense

Virtue (Innocence!AU Open Starter)

He wasn’t supposed to be outside. Technically, he wasn’t supposed to be any farther than his backyard. But his dad had left for the precinct and Scotty wasn’t answering his phone and Stiles wanted to play with the flowers! He liked the flowers. Their stems were long and their petals were plush and he could make any number of things out of them.

And so the pale young man tugged his hood up over his head and trotted out of the house. He giggled to himself. He felt all…naughty! He wasn’t supposed to leave the house alone. It wasn’t safe. If he got dizzy or passed out or got sick, there was no one to keep an eye on him. He could get lost too. But the woods weren’t that far, right? He could go there and be back in a few hours. No one would recognize him! With his hoodie up he looked much younger due to his short stature and it wasn’t like many people would recognize the Sheriff’s poor sick child, all grown up. Or as much as he could be. His tail flicked excitedly, tucked under his sweater, like Scotty and his dad made him do whenever he went outside. ‘People don’t like tails’ his dad had told him when he was very little. That seemed weird to him. Who wouldn’t like tails? They were fun and useful and he could reach the top shelf if he tried with it! He trotted down the street happily, following the signs.

Innocence surrounded him like an aura. His body was sick, though his soul could never be. There was a reason why his father and his friend never let him out without supervision. By the time he reached the woods his world was spinning, breath coming in sharp pants. It didn’t matter to him. Why would he care? He was like a child. He knew he would get better. He didn’t fully comprehend the problems of being sick and alone and inhuman. Instead he wobbled through the woods until he came across a clearing and flopped down until his world calmed. Then he sat up and started to collect the flowers.

He didn’t even hear anyone come up behind him.

addyargent

Addy knew what her Gerard - her grandfather- would tell her. Shoot, don't ask questions, don't second guess just SHOOT. But this boy didn't seem like much harm, he seemed as badly off as she was. Possibly worse.

But what set her off was the flicker beneath his sweater, a tail? Possibly, but she'd go with her father's words, and Allison's instead. Protect those who cannot protect themselves. And right now, whatever who ever this is seemed like a gust of wind could kill him.

Addelina walked up to him, her hand grasping her backpack that held her oxygen tank- just in case of course she needed to swing it- and she finally spoke. ❛ Um, hi. ❜

#THIS IS RLLY CUTE