𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙.

[enchaentingly]

𖡼.𖤣𖥧  𝑒𝑛𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑦  , a  private  blog  for  valentine  "allie"  fleur,  an  original  character  set in city of ruin.  written  by  rora,  24,  she/her  pronouns.  

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name.  valentine “allie” fleur. occupation.  part time employee at Tūmatarau Apothecary + 205 Drive-In. age.  22. sexuality.  biromantic, bisexual. species.  witch; half-ancestral, half-human. coven?  none. location.  her home town is clausste, oregon. she's been in port leiry since october of 2024. relationship status.  single. personality traits.  kind, caring, affectionate, charismatic, gentle, hopeful, optimistic, enthusiastic, gullible, insecure, clingy, naive, dependent on others, lonely, bubbly, talkative, ditzy, people-pleasing, curious.

+ bonus things that are important to me: loves plants and nature and animals, is very sparkly (both metaphorically and physically (not in a twilight way she just loves glitter)), prey animal coded beyond belief, on her main blog is half fairy instead of witch (so that's why she gives that vibe), cottagecore princess, would die for anyone that held her the right way + more tba.

allie deals heavily and only in the land of the living. she has intentions to befriend and care for every living thing on this good green earth. she calls herself a "green witch", which does not mean anything officially or specifically, to her, it's just what she calls herself. she has never received any great training for being a witch, or any training beyond what her mother told her -which was purposefully limited and withholding most truth about allie's identity or power. as her mother came from a long line of well-trained and educated witches, allie has a lot of potential that has gone unpracticed.

allie's mother specialized in potions and plants- many of which were used against allie when she was very young, providing several physical long-term consequences -, so allie has much extensive knowledge about these things.

one of her specialities is the ability to make living things flourish. this ability is most practiced with plants, the easiest level, even when bringing them from the brink of death. less practiced and harder is animals, and then humans.

because of her limited ability in other areas of witchcraft, allie is especially sensitive to magical and supernatural sensations. she will never know exactly what species someone is, or what their magic is, but each supernatural individual carries their own feeling(most similar to an aura) and allie often calls this 'special' and why she feels magnetized to some individuals over others.

she may or may not be actually able to talk to animals and plants, but she does have a deep enough connection to them through magic that she can communicate with them on some level that they can understand.

short version/tdlr for some the potential triggers of child neglect, maltreatment, and mental abuse: allie is a witch focused on the natural world, raised by her mother with the same focus. her mother is very neglectful and manipulative, putting allie in dangerous and inappropriate situations for her young age as well as erasing negative memories with memory loss potions. (she also uses potions to erase fatigue, hunger, sickness, and sleeping potions on her young daughter since infancy. allie is not aware of this presently.) with no present parental figure to show her right from wrong, as well as an effect from trauma, allie is frequently manipulated and keeps an innocent naivety throughout all ages. after her mother permanently leaves when allie is 14, she uses risky and illegal behavior as a clutch to distract herself from the grief, and is hopeful (and delusional) that her mother will return to her even 6+ years later. after she graduates high school, she wanders from town to town in search of anything that can make her stay and eventually finds port leiry because of the strong supernatural energy that pulls her there. she is a newcomer of all of one or two days. / full carrd is linked for All the allie info. please disregard the fae mentions that is her default state, you can replace them with witch in your mind for me <3 also always feel free to ask questions!

born into a secluded cottage in the woods, allie had always known the art of green witchery. she'd lived amongst the trees and the world of all living things, breathing in the magic there, singing the song of the wind. she made friends with the plants and animals, played games in the forest, talking to the natural world like she might a playmate. it had always kept her safe, and she tended to what she could with her little hands. bad things don't happen here. not all the time. allie only fell down a well once, because she's clumsy, and it was her fault. three and she can't swim and she was so, so very scared but it's her fault. it's just how it is.

things are like that. it's just how it is. but she's a witch! how could she ever be sad? her mother- oh, her mother -furthered this growth with step stools up to the kitchen counter, watching her pour potions with names she couldn't say, smelling things so poignant it would send her spinning with dizziness. magic. she knew it. she couldn't wait to blossom into her own. her mother told her stories about witches, about the secret family allie was never allowed to see. but she knew the stories, embedded them deep into her mind. she just didn't understand. witches were supposed to have covens, have families, where was hers? it was just her and mom, forever and always. she was selfish for thinking otherwise. silly, stupid. why couldn't she just be happy here? it always made allie quiet and her mother ... mean wasn't right, mom said so. she wasn't being mean, but it hurt.

mom liked her better quiet. allie learned that fast. mom didn't like when she asked so many questions while she was working, so allie was quiet and nice and pretty. she could dress herself, and braid her own hair, and cook her own food, and hold up her whole age on one hand. be a big girl, allie means mom's going away for awhile. she does that a lot now. but it's okay! because allie has the woods, and she doesn't remember much of her alone time. she just waits for her mom, and tries so hard to remember to do the big girl things that moms do for little kids. but allie doesn't need it, because she's just fine on her own.

allie wanders too far away from home when mom's gone, and she finds kids. real ones, human ones, they're not as different as mom says. they like her. they smile at her. they talk about things like school and allie wants to go to school. so she goes, and nobody tells her no or asks questions. mom doesn't ask about school, not for years. allie tries to remember, even when she starts to give her potions that make her head goes all fuzzy, she tries to remember just in case, but she gets really, really bad at it. she tries to remember everything about mom because she's never home anymore. there's different kinds of school. elementary, and then middle, and then just before high school was when things changed. her mother left. bid her goodbye before allie's first day of high school with warning to not have children, they ruin your life. but she had to come back. all on her own, even with school friends who looked out for her, allie was fourteen and there was plenty of time to get into trouble. she just wanted someone to love her, and all her mother ever taught her to do was grow up.

boyfriend after boyfriend and words like he's taking advantage of you, and drugs and you're just hookup material, not girlfriend material, and drinking and then she was eighteen. grown up and graduated. her memory got worse and she missed her mother and she just had to go. just like mom did. being a witch didn't matter, because she was all alone. she just wandered, for years. wandering from town-to-town, anywhere that wanted her, setting up loosely placed roots just to abandon them when they fell flat. she just had to go, she couldn't stay. now, twenty one, nowhere to really go but home. yet all the wandering leads her port leiry, a strong pull reminiscent to the one she feels to her magic-ridden cottage in the woods. but this pull is times a thousand. there are gardens to tend and people to meet and adventures to be had, she just has to learn how to live, and how to stay.

flings - flirty friendships, lil situationships, anything. she’s a lover girl, but will absolutely settle just to keep someone in her life.

grumpy/sunshine dynamics - right off the bat i must declare how much of a sucker i am for this trope especially with allie. you can call her sunshine even if you are not grumpy.

witch friends - !!! never had a coven before!!!! never!!! and had always heard of them. she thinks she's defective she just needs to be taken under some wings :(

just in general come show her around. i write her as a newcomer, as in, Right Now came to port leiry. she's incredibly friendly, no biting at all, she'll be good, pinkie promise.

vampire bait - listen, she's just not immune. she will be your snack.

werewolf friends (???) - she's also not immune but like. listen to me. she wants to give you a little kiss on your snoot and give you a snack idk. come frolic with her.

party/adventure buddies!!! - what it says on the tin, she loves to party. she love to adventure. she's quite silly and quite charming and has had a tendency in the past to get people out of their shell and comfort zone because she's,,,, cute and has 🥺🥺 eyes

[lrivkin]

"Yeah, 205 - I love that place." Maybe not for the food, but for the nostalgia. Which is the whole point of it, at least. She wonders how many others reminisce at places like that - vampires other than her and Garrick. She'd seen a fair few older people when she manages to stop by before it gets too late. It makes her wonder if things were different, she be one of those older people, not covered in scars but wrinkles adorning her skin.

"I went there with my old beau not too long ago. I don't know if you've seen him around, but old Irish pirate guy. He's fun." Fun is.. the easiest word to use, considering.

When they get upstairs, Allie brings up the part that will make this house a little less fun: sunlight. She laughs. "It can, yeah. I know there's this jewelry stuff, or I can just get some different windows put in. Not sure which way I'm leaning yet."

[enchaentingly]

        “ a pirate?! ”  allie smiles, and giggles, like it’s the most exciting thing she’s heard in years. right now, in this moment with lara, it totally is.  “ you know a pirate? ”  she’d forgotten they were real, honestly, that they existed at all beyond some fairytale she’d heard of when she was very, very small. allie only ever remembers the fairies. and lara more than just knows him-  “ beau means, like, boyfriend, right? or ... ex-boyfriend, i guess. ”

        the window is beautiful, and allie could stand, right here, enchanted by that view forever. but lara easily draws her attention away, talking about the sun. a reason on top of a thousand why allie could never be a vampire: she could never say goodbye to the sun. but allie could help! “ you know i’d do it for you in a heartbeat, right? ” tenderly, allie takes both of her friend’s hands, turning them in a slow circle.  “ the jewelry … i mean, there was a time when i thought i might make some for reid but- oh … ”  the words catch right in her throat, and allie lets go of her. her gaze flutters to somewhere aimless, and easier to hold without digging up all of the sad things she tries so hard to keep buried. she already promised herself she wouldn’t cry in lara’s pretty new house, so she doesn’t, looking back up at her with a sad sort of smile. allie’s trying to pretend like she doesn’t miss people who are trying their best to be happy, away from here. “ well, that was forever ago, wasn’t it? ”

[enchaentingly]

who: @tomaspriestley . ♡ cont from here.

       before she even realizes, allie’s squeezing his hand right back. of course.

       of course she’s here, of course she stayed, of course her dear friend, tomás, flutters through her mind in the perfect moment that he might need company. maybe he doesn’t need allie’s, particularly, but she’s here, anyway. she hopes she always is, in arms reach of anyone who might need her- or want her there, gently fluttering.

       when his voice creeps up softly in the quiet, he wakes her up from her own daydreaming. well, allie’d like to call it that, instead of the reality of her fretting over him, and chattering gently to keep the quiet from coming to get them. with a friend, it’s peaceful, but silence invites too much of her own thinking. these days, she doesn’t have any sunshine stories or daisy dreams to share with him. only nightmares, that once she’d kept away by calling him, and the kind of tangles in the pit of her stomach that she can’t undo. these days, allie’s gotten better at distracting from it. it’s kind of like a kaleidoscope- everything’s more beautiful when she’s looking at it in bright, beaming pieces. it makes it all less sad.

       but tomás has nothing to do with any of that- not friends leaving her behind nor heartbreak she can’t mend with good intentions and hope. she only wishes she had ju-ju stories for him, or something. she smiles at him, softer than the harsh light of the television.  “ it’s not a have to, silly. i want to stay. ”  allie tips her head,  “ i missed you, and maybe i need a friend right now, too. ”  but she still sits up, a touch, glancing to the dark outside his window.  “ if you want me to go, let’s at least get you into bed, first? ”

[autumnshowell]

"Yeah," she says, as the drunken witch works through the logic, slowed down by whatever she's got going on tonight. Autumn's in the same boat; the colors of the club bouncing off the planes of Allie's face in a way that's simultaneously beautiful and comical.

Then there's a minuscule wince at the notion of a trade. She'd never known she'd had a knack, let alone that she could lose it, and by the time she did, she'd never even gotten a choice in the matter, which is the short-hand for her life.

It grizzles her further, even if imperceptibly. A witch wouldn't eat people. Wouldn't lose themselves and become a threat to everything.

But she's not a witch, and she does lose herself, and she does become a threat to everything. There's a certainty in that which, in some lights, has started to grow its own sort of sinister appeal. She smiles through the resentment because the music and the way the air feels are like a tight, strange hug that keeps her from spiraling too far into remorse.

"Yeah." she says again, and then, like her mind's reaching out blindly in a dark room, she finds something else to burn through the waiting with. "What do you do?" She asks; and its purposefully deflecting and broad; to Autumn, she's an uninteresting topic, not a good human being, and not even a good werewolf nearly a year in. "You from here?"

[enchaentingly]

       “ oh! um … ”  it’s a very ambitious question for allie, who is often little more than a butterfly fluttering to wherever the wind takes her. she’s a very small lost thing, in a very big word, glittering enough to catch a few eyes that she blossoms in response to, but just as easy to forget. beautiful, and precious for a moment, and then gone, again. what does she even do? she parties, she loves this world and its people, she cherishes the beauty of that until the rainbows of her own sunshine pour onto everything else.  “ i guess it’s just like a whole lotta’ exploring … i’ve been here for, like, a year, now- ”  allie blinks as it hits her, but it blows past her just as quickly.  “ oh my gosh, a year … anyways, there’s still new things to find. ”

       she twirls her hair around her finger, trying to think of a better answer.  “ i like clubbing, duhsies. um, and then i’m a waitress at that cute little retro place and … oh! i work at the apothecary, i’m good with plants. ”  she smiles, then, all to herself. tender and sweet.  “ it started ‘cause the owner needed someone in the daytime, but … i mean i’ve always loved plants. animals, too, of course. and, really, anything that’s outside. they just make sense to me, and the apothecary’s part of that world, i think. ”  she sways for a moment, before looking at autumn.  “ what about you? what’s your thing? ”

[ajastor]

In the end — Allie isn't breathing.

The vision of the light fading is a quick reel across his sight. A man denying madness. Rejecting the looming hands that envelop him, plucking at strings that he loathes to have ghostly fingers touching at all. If the witch could see into his mind, she would remember how a God smites, too. Astor's stepped in something, bled it gold across pages of archaic equations, and he cannot melt it out of existence or even make an alloy; less gilded and all-consuming. This witch has found him on the precipice of becoming his worst. Luck would have it that she already knows his kind of worse.

She's always so soft and unburdened. Hands that wander, but are never rough. Not like his grip, that steadies her, and aims her desire against him.

When AJ smiles, it's a shadowed curve beneath a costume hat. "I think you're addicted to it, love." Him. The magic. She says as much every time. No matter where her mouth is guided. He'd say he doesn't mind hers, either; he'd confirm it beneath the weight of booze and substances that Allie's probably too clean of. He could've woven those reactions into their kiss, had he thought about it. Shown her that there are no limitations when he could gain control of every element known to man.

Power is taken, and it's why Astor has her in his arms, now. It's why he's able to steal her mouth back and drown out the voices for a little bit longer.

[enchaentingly]

       allie has demons of her own that she’s drowning in the heaven of his mouth, but she’d imagined his might be different. she remembers the scars slashed across him that he wouldn’t tell her about, but that she’d touched, nonetheless. she always thought aj’s might be more monstrous, the kind of burden he’s noble for carrying. the kind of danger and weight that he’s running away from that explains why he gets so cold. she wishes she could’ve been there, then, before he’d gotten so jaded and so good at pushing her away. 

       none of that really matters, though, because whatever knight he could’ve been might not have swallowed up her laughter the way he does, pulling her back in. allie feels stable in his arms, a dark side of attraction that she pays no mind to. probably, she would’ve said had she not been caught up in a flurry of laughter. but i like it this way.

       because the truth about the gold is that it’s always, always warm at first. he’s still fun to kiss, magnetic and forward and with an edge of dominance that allie can’t remove from aj in her head. she just lets herself feel it, her thoughts spiraling out into dandelion tufts of nothing. she’s not sure what the golden version of that is, but she can feel her insides melting at the heat. the palms of her hands stretch over his shoulders and back, feeling him, before they wander up to the brim of his hat, curious. her own inhibitions, lost to the wind, lead to questions that are missing some sober instinct to stop.  “ are you, like, a magician? ”  she asks, a little breathy. then, she giggles, again, still close enough that inhaling might pull them back together again.  “ have you got bunnies up there, for me? or just gold, still? ”

[enchaentingly]

[ BRUSH ]: Çaska brushes a strand of hair out of Allie's face.

nonverbal prompts, accepting!  ˎˊ˗

        the soft sound of whatever movie she'd put on for the two of them fades to merely background noise, for allie. while she's this close to çaska, it's impossible to not be distracted, the world turns around only the two of them. in the quiet, warm space of the apartment, it might as well be just them. the time spent here with friends is tender, and precious, and çaska brings with her a kind of mystery and allure that's impossible to resist, in addition to a softness that allie finds kindred. that, and allie can't stop thinking about the magic that the other girl has asked of her.

        allie's scrolling on her phone, curled up next to çaska who is actually doing the right thing and watching the movie. despite her attention landing on the bright screen in front of her, she's quite nestled into her friend, her head tucked onto her shoulder the same as she had in the greenhouse. and, even as she looks somewhere else, she's still holding her in her heart, all the same.

        çaska's touch is gentle against her cheek, sweeping a loose strand of blonde behind her ear. her eyes flutter up to meet the other girl's gaze, leaving the screen, to look at her with gently flushed cheeks. then, allie leans closer, showing her the picture of the ring on her phone. " look, it's a snowdrop. " she watches for çaska's reaction, curious, and tender. " whaddya' think? "

        maybe she'd rather a necklace, or an earring, but allie thinks a flower wrapping around an elegant finger would be just as lovely- and even more special, knowing that someone had picked it just for her. because she can't help herself, allie keeps talking. " the flowers would have to be red, obvi', 'cause you know ... " there's a gentle crease between her brow. " it's a lotta' blood. " which is actually something that allie's worried about, but maybe if çaska isn't, allie shouldn't be, either. " but i think if you're wearing something for the rest of your life, it should be special. "

[enchaentingly]

[ CAUGHT ]: Maja finds Allie somewhere they aren't supposed to be.

nonverbal prompts, accepting!  ˎˊ˗

        with the sun hiding earlier and earlier each evening, there's less to light allie's path with. it's even easier to get lost, which is only made worse by the cold. besides that, it's just darker, and port leiry's night has always been a curious, enchanting thing, for her. as long as she can still walk, allie thinks she'll be exploring the city, forever. tonight is no exception, and allie's carrying the whimsy and wonder of the apothecary when she leaves it for the night. she remembers that there's no reason to be disappointed at the dark that's waiting for her, because the sun will be back tomorrow.

        in the meantime, she wanders. allie does sort of mean to head in the general direction of home. but boredom quickly stirs up at that plan, and the wonderful thing about where, and who she is in this moment is that she doesn't really have to be anywhere. if the wind's pulling her in the direction of somewhere, softly, she's more than happy to follow it, enchanted. allie runs her fingers along the brick walls and plaster of the city as she passes them, but nothing wakes beneath her touch.

        and, perhaps it's not the wind that's leading her around- the big tent and bright, bright lights do a well enough job of catching allie's attention without needing that much of a push to guide her step in its direction. it feels a little like wonderland, this circus, and, mostly, she just can't believe that she's never heard of it before. it feels huge, in more than just the size of the space it resides on. but allie doesn't really know what that means, only that she feels it. she heads deeper into the circus, curiouser and curiouser.

        this time, when allie's hands brush against the fabric of the tent, she does feel something. something is very, very awake there. and, like, everything allie doesn't have the words to describe it. still, her touch lingers, even with a soft gasp of shock at how very much is there, stitched into the fabric of a tent. she decides it simply must be magic, dark, and mysterious, filled with stories she might never understand.

        " oh! " there's not very many other people in the circus, tonight, so allie does notice when someone else comes near. she's only a little startled, her hand falls from the tent and she takes a step back to look at who's joined her. it's all starting to make her a little dizzy, actually. " hi, " she manages, tilting her head, curious. " i'm kinda' lost. "

[enchaentingly]

FLOWER (Everett)

nonverbal prompts, accepting!  ˎˊ˗

        " oh, ev, you didn't! " allie squeals, and she leaps for him without thinking, enveloping him in a hug that she still has to rise to the tips of her toes to meet him with. because it's everett, she feels him, first, but the flowers between them call to a deeper part of her like they're singing her name. with all of her enthusiasm and affection for him, she just manages not to crush the delicate stems and petals between them. it's only the most gentlest balances- the purity of what she feels and being terrified to scare anyone away. or, worse, to crush them with it.

        he's brought her blossoms of spring as the weather turns against her. which is fine, and fair, but it doesn't change that it hurts. once the flowers are in her hands, not his, allie still reaches for him. she grasps his fingers, inviting him in with a bright smile. " oh, this is just perfect, everett. i was thinking of you, earlier- " though, she's not certain, exactly, when earlier was, just that it was before now. the day and time is lost on her, but none of that could ever matter as much as her friend that's with her right now. she'd much rather enjoy him. " i don't know why, but i started painting this little jar with butterflies- only very little, silly ones -so i already have a home for them! "

        the witch girl only lets go of him to find the makeshift vase, starting to open cabinets in her search. " where did you find the flowers? more and more of them are headed to sleep, but i keep looking, anyways. " she misses her garden. daniella's apartment is filled to the brim with all of the potted greenery that allie could manage- but it's nothing like the cottage.

[enchaentingly]

[ FLOWER ]: sender (codie) offers a flower to receiver (allie).

nonverbal prompts, accepting!  ˎˊ˗

        allie's searching for the last bits of warmth as winter comes to collect its due. she knows it's only natural- cyclical. the spring will wake up her flowers and greenery and all of the sleeping creatures beneath the snow. but as long as they're kept away, hiding or wilting, allie struggles to feel them. well, even that's not true. she can still feel them, and she always, always will- but she can feel their little bodies curling up for warmth, then frosting. she can feel the bone-cold, the quivering in leaves and petals alike. it's only natural, allie only wishes that it didn't hurt so much.

        most days, all of her searching just means leaving the apartment, which she's pretty good at. after all, last year's winter brought fear and uncertainty, heartbreak and friends trapped where her heart nor magic could reach them. even if this winter was colder, it couldn't be worse. and, anyways, it's not here yet. allie's just fine in her cute sweaters, skirts, and those clever little fleece lined tights.

        and the fall is only unbearable so long as you're alone, so allie's found company in the park. here, she's never alone, because of the trees, and the animals skittering across the branches, but there's often other people here. this time, allie's curious eye is drawn to a girl with dark hair, crouched over something that she can't see. when allie approaches her, the girl turns around with a sunshine smile- and flowers!

        " oh my gosh, you found some?! thank you! " she squeals, taking the stem tenderly between her fingers, brushing against the skin of the other. allie feels a rush of evergreen, and the sensation of fur against flesh. it flutters past her in the wind, and she only smiles. " sometimes i wish we could bundle up the whole park somewhere warm, to keep everything from sleeping. they probably wouldn't like it so much though, the animals. being ... stuck. "

[kingsmemes]

「   RP MEME :   NONVERBAL PROMPTS.  mix of violent, caring, touching and non-touching prompts.  」     SEND PROMPT '+ REVERSE' for the inverse to happen. for example 'bandage + reverse' for the receiver to bandage wounds on the sender.

[ BANDAGE ] : sender bandages a wound on receiver.

[ GUIDE ] : sender puts a hand on he receiver's back to guide them somewhere.

[ WAVE ]: sender waves down receiver to get their attention.

[ SIGN ]: sender raises their hand to sign to receiver. what follows can be anything the sender desires.

[ LIFT ]: sender lifts receiver's chin to look at them.

[ LIGHT ]: sender lights receiver's cigarette/candle/etc.

[ FIND ] : sender finds receiver beaten and/or bloodied.

[ PIN ]: sender pins receiver against the wall during combat/sparring.

[ GET DOWN ]: sender tackles receiver out of the way of danger.

[ TAKE ]: sender takes a hit meant for receiver.

[ CAUGHT ]: sender finds receiver somewhere they aren't supposed to be.

[ TRAP ]: sender traps the receiver somewhere they don't want to be.

[ DARLING ]: sender touches receiver's cheek.

[ SNATCH ]: sender snatches receiver's wrist as they turn to go.

[ STAB ]: sender stabs receiver.

[ DRAG ]: sender drags receiver from point a to point b.

[ SIT ]: sender sits on receiver's lap.

[ EN GARDE ]: sender and receiver get into some kind of fight.

[ DRUNK ]: sender finds receiver drunk.

[ BLOOD ]: sender walks into receiver's room covered in blood.

[ FLOWER ]: sender offers a flower to receiver.

[ HOLD ]: sender reaches to hold receiver's hand.

[ BRUSH ]: sender brushes a strand of hair out of receiver's face.

[ NOTE: ] sender writes a note for receiver. the contents are whatever the sender decides.

[ EYES ]: sender notices receiver looking at them.

[ STOP ]: sender raises hand to signal the receiver to stop in place.

[ TAP ]: sender taps receiver on the shoulder to get their attention.

[ WAKE ]: sender gently wakes receiver from a nap or otherwise.

[ MORNING AFTER ]: sender and receiver wake up together for the first time after a night of passion.

[ BLANKET ]: sender drapes a blanket over receiver's shoulders.

[ HUDDLE ]: sender and receiver huddle together in an effort to stay warm.

[ TUG ]: sender pulls receiver away from them.

[ PUSH ]: sender pushes receiver away from them.

[ BULLET ]: sender shoots receiver in a non-lethal area.

[enchaentingly]

allie / vera / césar / gabriel / sistine .

[caskalomidze]

This witch is an oddling even amongst her peers; there's an airy nature about everything she does; her step, her voice, her touch, all featherlight and unbothered by the weight of the world or its heaviness. Perhaps that's the drugs, or perhaps its just her way Çaska's only known her a handful of moments, so who's to say?

Her fangs extend, just so, raking gentle, gentle against her neck, every urge driving her to sink them in, to sup on her magical essences, to leave her pale and hollow. It's little more than a pity though, reigning those urges in, and they've subsided as quickly as they'd arisen when she speaks up. "I can give you both."

A kiss on her jaw, teasing and soft, and a caress of a hand up her side. "I know a place."

—

The Botanical Greenhouse on Tidevew's campus, it's not exactly a flower field, but it's not exactly the warm spring or summer now, with golden, ruddy colors painting the trees and the air heavy with chill.

Çaska holds the door for Allie, follows behind her, catches up and steps alongside her, finger catching along a row of bloomed flowers in the light humidity. Crosswort, Snow Rose, Peonies, the flowers of her youth all in neat little rows; they're sturdy things for all their beauty.

She stops before a bed of snow drops and stoops to take a breath, picking one and putting it in the Witch's hair. "These are my favorites; I used to weave them into crowns for my sisters."

[enchaentingly]

        allie hasn’t stopped fluttering since she’d left khaos. it’s more than just her heart, now, anticipation and excitement and attraction bundled into a beautiful garden of winged things. she’d followed çaska, hand in hand, with only questions of curiosity bubbling through her lips. total trust and enchantment, she has nothing to be afraid of as the doors of the greenhouse enter her vision. despite the gleam in her eyes, she does feel, strangely, as if she’d been here before. the campus, at least, is familiar in its architecture, and the greenspaces-

        none of that matters, now, because allie can feel the flowers through the glass. she shivers at the first kiss of warmth on her skin, without truly noticing, her attention enraptured by the green living here. she ghosts past the vampire, her face lighting up, completely, at the sight. allie clasps her hands near her heart in the rush of familiarity in the flowers,  “ oh, they’re beautiful! ”

        çaska will find her chattering to a bed of peonies of how sweet they are, crouched down to meet them. when her eyes glance over her, beside allie, she straightens, her attention latching onto the girl that she’d been so entranced by. the world around the little greenhouse falls back into place, and she remembers.  “ oh, sash, it’s so wonderful here. ”  allie breezes closer, tangling both of her arms around one of hers, nestling into her new friend’s side with her head tipped onto çaska’s shoulder.  “ thank you for taking me, i could, like, stay forever, i mean it. pinkie promise. ”

        she forgets to actually pinkie promise, affection blooming in shades of rose on her cheeks at the flower in her hair. her fingers reach up, brushing along the petals, listening to çaska with wide, sparkling eyes.

         “ really? ”  she asks, pertaining to the snow drops.  “ oh, i try so hard to, like, not pick favorites. i’m just not always the best at it. my first secret favorite is dandelions. poor little dandelions, everyone’s always so mean to them. they can’t help it that they change. ”  she frets, at that, but her mood lifts remembering why she even started going that way.  “ but my second secret favorite is snowdrops. they’re such hopeful little flowers, so sweet, little fairy flowers … but they’re the first to bloom in the winter, right out of the snow. they don’t even wait for anyone else- i wish i could be like that, but they always beat me. ”  çaska and her flower crowns reach into her and pulls on strings that are impossibly tender.  “ oh! we should make you one! ”

[viktorialomidze]

Viktoria hears the panic begin, smells the adrenaline and watches the way her body gives away just exactly what is happening. Hilariously, she does think the witch handles it well, trying to keep it under wraps. The realization is what triggers it, obviously, but she finds that she has no idea what about the situation makes this such a terrifying endeavor.

Glancing down at the pinky, her eyebrows raise slightly. But she shifts and curls her fingers back - save her own pinky - and clasps theirs together. It's been a very long time since someone has asked for her to make a promise like this -- and a memory surfaces of Caska, much younger ( in face and mind ) holding up her pinky to curl around her thumb. A promise made as children.

Viktoria finds herself smiling down at Allie, despite herself. "You are not in trouble. I'm curious, more than anything."

[enchaentingly]

        something lets go, or perhaps unlocks tenderly in her chest when viktoria takes her pinkie. well, she’d promised, now, so everything has to be alright. then, allie decides if viktoria’s so curious, they can talk in the grass. it’ll make her not so nervous, and she likes it better than standing, anyhow. allie pats the space next to her. she’s not in trouble, and nobody’s angry, and maybe viktoria won’t even say madi’s name and she won’t have to think about how sad that still is- how broken her heart persists to be despite all that the world and its people continues to offer her. 

        “ curious? ”  allie echoes. she’s curious, too, about lots of things, all the time, but especially the people she meets- and magic. and magic people, like witches and vampires and werewolves. when her finger had entwined with viktoria’s she’d felt that same undercurrent of other-ness.  “ what’s so special about me? ”  the only thing she can think of is madi- but she’s only just met viktoria, it’s not very nice of her to think of somebody else.  “ um … you live with your family, right? tell me about your sisters? i’ve, like, always wanted sisters. ”  she twirls a strand of her hair, her smile shifting to something more dreamy, instead of folded up worry.  “ i used to dream about it, when i was little. ”

[everroy]

Everett smiled down at her as she brushed his cheeks. It was a common misconception people had about him. That he was the butterfly. Everett had wished for years that he was. That he would grow wings and fly away like the people around him. Everett lived in a world of butterflies. It was his job to sit back and wait for when they were ready to land on him again.  

“You can’t scare me Flower Girl, trust me people have tried.” And he had made sure that when they had, he was the steady place they felt they could come back to. As the dance ended and her hands fell from his face. It occurred to him that he should find Sammy, it had been a while since he had seen his friend and the closer it got to midnight…Everett wanted to see him.

He leaned down and gave Allie one last kiss on the nose, “It really was nice to see you. We should do it again, maybe, outside of one of these events sometime.” He smiled softly, as if he hoped she wouldn’t startled, “You have my number if that’s ever something you’d want.”

[enchaentingly]

        enveloped in his arms, her hands cradling his face, where their skin meets … time is lost on her. the world turns with them, slow, and steady. spinning them, like they’re just meant to be here. of course they are, what else could matter? she can hear the song winding down somewhere far away. allie blinks, and she feels the moment ending in her nerve endings. her inviting, affectionate smile drifts to something sadder, as she remembers that, in the end, she’s still alone.

        but none of that’s for everett to hold onto. in fact, even allie doesn’t want to. she pushes up onto her tiptoes one last time, her lips pressing like petals to everett’s cheek in a loss. she loses all of the awful things, shaking the thoughts off of her wings.

        the witch giggles, unwinding from him.  “ you wanna’ go clubbing with me, evvy? ”  her mind strays, wandering to what he’d said before they’d kissed each other goodbye. she can’t imagine ever trying to scare him on purpose.  “ of course i do, ”  she says, still half-fluttering.  “ i’ll see you, again, don’t worry. ”  she wiggles her fingers in a wave, it keeps her for reaching for him again, and allie pushes herself back through the crowd of the gala, still looking for anyone that’ll make her feel a little less lonely.

[takeuchi-inori]

People get sick of me really fast, the woman says, and Nori can’t help filing that little factoid away. Insecurities are so helpful to put a pin in — know the right chords to strike, and someone will fall right into place. She laughs gently alongside her for now, letting the comment settle in a lighter manner.

She nods and watches, amused, as the woman begins with what seems like the set up for a hokey magic trick. Nori’ll humor it. She’s curious to see what exactly the girl has up her sleeve, and after a little flourish, there’s something left behind her ear. Nori reaches up and feels a small flower there. Carefully plucking it from its place, she observes the color — appropriate for her fit tonight.

“Very worth a drink,” Nori says, and tucks the flower back behind her ear. “That’s a cute trick. You just carry flowers around so you can do this, or..?”

[enchaentingly]

        allie preens, easily flattered that her little party trick was worth the drink. cute, she says. it is cute, isn’t it? she’s glad that the other woman tucks the flower back behind her ear, the vibrant pink suits her, more than just that it matches her outfit. the pink of her dress is lighter, but she thinks that since they sort of match, too, they were meant to be friends.

        she giggles, shrugging, and the witch girl decides that mixing in half-truths with her lies is the best way to do it. the kindest, too.  “ sometimes. but, like, mostly i just love flowers. they always end up in my pocket, somehow. and, like, it’s getting colder, which means, eventually, they’ll all go back to bed, duhsies! but, like- ”  her eyes flicker back up to the girl’s flower,  “ that one made it, like, really hard to look away from it, in the woods? ‘cause it was so bright, so late in the season. i think it’s right on time, though. ”

[juniperscauldron]

Nostalgia was a funny thing, familiarity without recognition. The ghost of a memory stuck in the depths of the subconscious, knocking at the door and asking to be know.

At first, she blames the sensation on the magic lingering in the air and smiles anyways. Nodding in excitement when glitter is offered. She tried not to think about the strange churning in her chest. Instead offering her face to the other girl. “Absolutely! Kind of hard to overdo it with the shine with this costume. And I can’t help but agree with you. I don’t think a deer suits me either. You pull it off fantastic though.” She should not be trusting a stranger at a rave with powder near her face. But they wouldn’t hurt Juniper. She didn’t know how she knew that though. She was confident. 

She didn’t think twice about holding back Bambis hair. Immediately stepping up to the shots with her and bundling the hair carefully in her hands, not wanting to disrupt the curls. Suddenly her hands were smaller, holding back a familiar entanglement of blonde. Ginger and citrus, it’s soothing. The little girl is sick, Juniper is helping. What little girl? There was no little girl. And no one was sick. 

She waited for the girl to finish taking her shot, it was a stupid question to ask anyways. Letting her hair go gently, making sure it fell right as she took a step back. “This is probably going to come off strange. But have we met before? I’m getting a really uncanny feeling right now and I don’t think it’s my drink.” Again, she felt a name on the edges of recollection, just out of reach and taunting her the longer she looked at Bambis face. This was a party for supernaturals. Maybe if she acknowledged the elephant in the room there would be answers.

[enchaentingly]

        she has a hard time taking her eyes off of tinkerbelle, doesn’t she? there’s a warmth that blooms in her chest, when she does. it nestles close to her heart, latches around it with security. in that same intimate tenderness that feels mournfully forgotten, misplaced, some lost little thing that doesn’t know someone's looking for them- there’s a fear twining around the edges that it’ll slip away again, never to be found. what if when her bambi eyes leave the pixie, she’s gone? and allie will never get to wonder about her again? she’s terrible at letting things go, but in a crowd of people, the idea of talking to anyone else feels like a reunion cut short.

        but allie tries her best to push that all away like she’s shaking dust off. she knows she’s best without anything weighing her down, though her heart has quite the time not holding onto anything. when tinkerbelle leans forward, allie giggles, dashing the pad of her thumb through glitter and reaching to trace over the other girl’s cheek bones. with her hand sweeping over the pixie’s cheek, their skin touches, and something in allie leaps towards her. it’s impossible to swallow, beaming, and bright, against the dark. this kind of thing always reminds her of girlhood, but this time, it feels especially shared.

        by the time allie makes her way back up from the apple shot, her hair falling down her back, she’s spinning. well … she might not be, but everything else is. maybe she stands up, but all allie sees in front of her is tinkerbelle’s sparkle, and allie reaches for her hands, laughing, and half-listening.  “ maybe we met in a dream, or something. ”  when the world steadies, she’s still only looking at the girl in front of her. the shot she’d taken loosens her tongue further.  “ i keep thinking i know you … or, like, maybe that i should. i dunno’, i don’t really know anyone, here. but … but i feel like i know you. ”  looking at her doesn’t help anything, so she tries again.  “ i dunno’ i keep thinking about, like … stuff from when i was a kid. like- like flower crowns, and running around the woods, and tea … but i mean, like … ”  it sounds too sad to say that there wasn’t anyone else around, then. “ maybe i just wish i knew you when i was a little. ”

[autumnshowell]

"Yeah, I know him," she says, nodding. "We're pretty chill,"

Allie keeps going, and it's not so much a struggle to listen, but a struggle to keep focus on the words; there's a halo around everything, including this little girl who smells like petal and root and meat. She smiles, though finally putting it all together. "Same, I was pretty wasted,"

The compliment takes her aback for a second, though, but she quickly offers back a quick "thanks,". It's weird, how she feels right now, how it feels almost easy to talk. To Aria, to Allie here. How it doesn't feel like the most daunting thing in the world to talk to somebody new. It's not lost on her that she feels like this when she's either high or numb. She won't think about that til later though.

"It's a thing," she finally adds. "My sister's name is Summer;" there's a little bit of a deprecating laugh there. "She's like you, I think."

[enchaentingly]

        pretty chill is enough evidence that aj has a heart for allie, so she smiles, and nods, listening. even as she’s talking about it to autumn, when allie pulls on the strings of her memories of that night, she comes up empty. in her palms, instead, is glittering sensation, and details that blink at her like a disco ball. shining so brightly for a moment, before it turns. tonight, it really doesn’t bother her, because she’s still pretty wasted.

        “ oh my gosh! summer is so cute- ”  it takes a moment, but, eventually, her head catches up with her mouth, and she pauses. allie’s head tips to one side, a blanket of confusion sweeping over her features with a gentle hand.  “ … like me? ”  with one hand resting on her chest, she blinks, wandering in circles before she feels her heartbeat under her palm and her mind picks back up. witch, magic, not a wolf.  “ oh! like me … wait, you, like, are a wolf, right? i’m pretty sure i can feel it … but, then … ”  autumn’s sister, the witch … summer sounds like a lovely name for a witch, but so does autumn. oh.

        allie supposes that sometimes, it just happens like this, but she can’t imagine losing her magic. her heart aches for autumn, and she knows nothing at all. " that's fun, though. you got, like, a trade-sies, i guess! "

[flashfanged]

They're over at the closet as she's settled on the bed. 'But … didn't you want to fuck me?' she asks and they falter. They want to tell her no, tell her that they want to worship her, but hardly feel worthy. They brought her home out of worry. And maybe a tinge of jealousy. And perhaps it was a gentle claim, because they don't know what else to do around her. They can't just let her go, they said as much. She'd accepted the fact. Even if she had walked away. The simple 'Okay.' had hung in the air like a blessing.

And maybe there was something twisted in their mine to think she had agreed to their grandest chase yet. A hunt Madison would do their best in completing. She was theirs, she would always be, and they were going to show her that they belonged to her much the same. Two halves of a whole. The light in their darkest dreams. Picking out the softest shirt they own they make their way back over to her.

"You're worth more than just a fuck. You don't even know who I am, or where you are at. Someone who preys on that? Pathetic." They manage to get the shirt on her and sigh softly. "You should lay down, you look about ready to pass out." They move to stand fully again, set to settle in the chair up here and read while she sleeps off whatever she's on. They'll change once she's asleep.

[enchaentingly]

        allie’s eyes bore into the wall ahead of her, distracted, and lost. she imagines little shapes in the paint, wonders about art or pictures or little clues she might’ve missed along the way that might tell her about the person whose home she’d wandered into, gently led. there’s no real urgency in her curiosity, she’s just … wondering. the sound of their voice draws her gaze back to them, and allie had forgotten what she’d said at all.

        still, they’re talking so sweet that she thinks she must be dreaming. when they speak, the words don’t … stick, like they’re meant too. allie thinks it must be impossible to remember them all, they keep fluttering out of her hands when she tries to hold onto them. you’re worth more than just a fuck, they say. it strikes a heavy, echoing chord like something cold and metal, a shiver that travels down allie’s spine. but, then, it’s gone again, and allie’s left to reason what she could have possibly done to earn a sentiment like that. she’s too tired to argue, and a petulant kind of confusion coils up in the pit of her stomach.

        the stranger finds her again, without even asking. they find her, and pull the shirt over her head, taking the choice away from her with gentle, dominant hands. the act sits strangely with her, and she doesn’t quite know what to do with it besides … listen. she appreciates the feeling of soft fabric against her skin, and forces herself to sit with the tangled mess of emotions curling around her heart. allie falls into the pillows, shoving her face between them like it might muffle everything on the inside.  “ this is weird. this is so weird. ”

        no matter which way allie turns, all she can think of is madi. she feels them between the sheets, the smell of their hair on the pillows- and she doesn’t know why it’s so strong tonight. she needs to get them out of her head while she’s in the home of a kind, concerned stranger that allie can’t make sense of. she needs to stop yearning for someone that only wants her when she’s gone. she curls up as small as she can, trying to force the tears not to rise up and stain their pillows.

         allie sits up, then, the blanket gathered around her shoulders.  “ can you … sit with me, or something? it’s hard to sleep by myself. ”  the drugs loosen her tongue, but it doesn’t change the awkwardness of what she’s saying. she feels tiny, and too dependent. needy. but if they wanted her here, now they have her, and she can’t imagine sleeping while being babysat.