SHE WAS BORN WITH SILVER BETWEEN HER TEETH. exploring themes of finding ones true identity , the inner struggle between good & evil , an isolated soul who seeks to fit into a world that doesn't deserve her , coming back from the dead ( that is the ONLY thing that i am acknowledging from the movie. ) learning to love thyself through the chaos , living dead girl.
an independent , private , & selective roleplay blog for ALLISON ARGENT. originally from teen wolf , but primarily headcanon based & fandomless. adapted to fit into fandoms such as but not limited to ; supernatural , dc , marvel , & so on. please dni if you are under 21.
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elias swallowed hard, his throat tight as he forced the words past his lips, though they came out hoarse & jagged. ❝i thought you were dead, ❞ he muttered, as if saying it out loud would somehow make sense of the impossible. his body went stiff, a thousand questions swirling in his mind, but none of them could form clearly enough to ask. he took a hesitant step back, his gaze fixed on her as though afraid she might disappear if he blinked. ❝i buried you, allison. i buried you. . . & i had to move on. i had no choice. ❞ his voice caught in his chest, the weight of those years without her pressing down on him with a suffocating force. he clenched his fists, the faint burn of old scars digging into his skin. ❝i had to. ❞
the words were coming too fast now, & the familiar rush of anger, confusion, & guilt all mixed together in a storm he couldn't control. his sharp, steady gaze faltered for just a moment, his mind scrambling for any logical explanation. ❝i don’t — i don’t understand. you were a ghost to me, allison. i had to. . . pretend you were gone for good. for so long, i thought you were. & now. . . ❞ he shook his head, disbelief clear in the lines of his face. he ran a hand through his hair, the movement almost mechanical, like he was trying to get his bearings again. he hated this feeling of vulnerability, of being caught off guard, but she’d managed to break through his defenses with nothing more than her presence.
for a moment, he was quiet, as if struggling to process it all. his jaw tightened as his eyes locked onto hers, searching for any answer, any explanation. the part of him that held tight to his principles — the part of him that kept everything in order, every situation mapped out — was failing him. ❝i don’t know what to do with this, ❞ he admitted quietly, his voice almost breaking. ❝but i’m not going to let you just walk away again. not after everything.❞ his tone softened, his emotions betraying the hard edge he usually kept.
ALLISON WISHED NOTHING MORE than to grant some semblance of clarity out of this for him. though , how could she when the hunter’s still attempting to process it all for herself ? yes , she’s been exposed to some unexplainable phenomenons during the course of her life — but this , this was far different & tampering with an eldritch kind of darkness that she wanted no part of. there was a fine line between life & DEATH , yet here she was … a living dead girl.
the shock remains , she can see how much elias is struggling with his emotions. desperately trying to come to terms with the impossible , all while attempting to make sense out of it. honey colored hues bleed of EMPATHY while taking in every piece of him — god , she’d missed him so damn much. it’s chilling how allison can remember her very last thought before the darkness took over entirely. it was him , it was how much she was going to fucking miss him , & the fear of how he’d COPE with her death. because somehow , someway , he’d burrowed under her skin , & she didn’t know how to get him out without losing a piece of herself in the process. perhaps that’s precisely why she’s here. feet dragging her to him , before mind could even begin to process what the hell was going on.
she’s quiet , observant — soft stare remaining on elias as he orients himself. hand cautiously reaching out to take his , so that he can feel her touch & know this is REAL , that he isn’t losing his mind. “take all the time you need to process this. i’m not going anywhere.” she reassures with a warm smile.
EYES NARROW in reaction to the other’s choice of words — smartass. head falls back against carseat , blowing out a frustrated sigh. “so who’s after me then ? & why are you helping me ?” guard remains up , if there was anything allison’s learnt from past experiences , it was to trust NO ONE ( not even family. )
JAW’S CLENCHED SHUT as gaze peers down at lifeless werewolf. she should be well accustomed to this by now — yet , the sight of grim creature brought back familiar memories of home. “well , if it makes you feel any better.. he didn’t have a family & you made his death a lot quicker than i would have.” those INNOCENT people he preyed on would never get to hug their loved ones again , so excuse her for not feeling even an ounce of remorse towards this monster. “what kind of bullets are those?” attention averting towards castle now while inserting silver coated arrow back into knapsack.
THERE’S TWO SIDES TO ALLISON ; the skilled hunter ( no distractions , RUTHLESS at times , always hits her target , never allows emotions to get in the way of the mission ) & the nature loving girl ( soft spot for animals , green thumb , prettiest dang smile , PROTECTIVE of those she loves , but still guarded & hard to read at times. )
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he wants to curse her stubbornness, and how headstrong she can be when she has her mind fixated on something, like carving out the truth from the stoic and ever unwavering dean winchester; to seep between the cracks of his ivory armor that he has molded to his perfection over the course of many years, some as early as when he was still wandering the halls of whatever random highschool john wanted the boys to pretend to be students at for the week. he so wishes that maybe they could have met then, when he was younger and not so broken, and the lines on his face from his damned upbringing leaving him wartorn.
give me a reason to stay, as if it's that easy. dean wishes that she can just use that skill of hers, to be able to read people and call them out on their shit, and just use it on him. to read him, but maybe keep the truth trapped between the walls of her pearl teeth, like a whispered hymn that only they know the chorus of; why can't that be enough? "don't make me say it," he grits out between clenched teeth, the line of his jaw taut with tension as he clenches his molars against one another to swallow the hard pill of knowing that he doesn't get what he wants in the end. not if he keeps going about it in the way that he has been; with glances over his shoulder, nearly there brushes of fingertips, lingering stares. "you know."
THERE WAS A HEAVINESS in the air between them , one that caressed her like a bold lover’s touch. his expression conveyed an entirely different truth than what lips could ever allow spoken words to reveal , & it’s to be expected. avoidance was what dean winchester was best at. maybe it was FOOLISH for allison to believe that his feelings for her would outweigh that damn stubbornness & inability to express himself.
perhaps she did have an idea , but selfishly wanted to drag it out of him. “i’m tired of guessing. i want to hear you say it , dean.” she bit her tongue so hard the metallic taste of blood flooded her senses , heart thudding so loudly against rib cage , half expecting it to leap out of chest & into his arms. frankly , it pissed her off — feeling so much for someone who expressed so little. “i can’t do this anymore.” the defeat in tone unveiling how exhausted she truly was from his constant avoidance. “just say it & i’m yours.” it could be that simple. yet , both of them knew damn well nothing ever comes easy where they were concerned. it was just the BITTER , unfortunate reality stemmed from the lives they lived.
calloway clicked his pen, making quick notes as he listened to the girl speak about what she saw. her words seemed fairly mundane, which was to be expected, until – until he heard something that got caught in his ear. he circled the word he had written down before he raised a hand to get her attention again. his head shook as he licked his lips, his eyes focused on the black ink against the white paper and the word that read cult.
could it be–? his head spun with the possibilities around who was involved.
“ wait, say that part again. what did it look like? ” he asked as he lowered his tone. there was no doubt, only lingering interest.
a chill from the autumn breeze came over him causing the hairs on the back of his neck to stand on end. clicking his pen, calloway tucked both the notebook & pen back into the inside pocket of his dark jacket before he reached a hand out to motion the girl closer. some days he felt too old for this job, but on days like this one, he was grateful he stuck around. witnesses to these sorts of activities were rare in eden, so rare in fact that he felt like he was hallucinating the conversation until another breeze whipped around him.
looking around the scene again, he tried to find signs of something, anything that appeared out of place. as much as he wanted to believe her, he still required tangible evidence. word of mouth wasn’t enough anymore, especially in eden when words were often manipulated and twisted to fit other narratives.
“ i need you to say that again, got it? ” he quickly looked back to her as his eyebrows flattened against his forehead.
WELL — IT APPEARED she had this guy’s attention. he seemed hyper fixated on the one word , CULT. allison couldn’t understand why , unless… he had a similar encounter as well.
he gestures her closer , as if not wanting anyone else to overhear their conversation. the female takes a few steps towards him , hands coming up to wrap around small frame as the bitter bite of wind picked up , causing a shiver to run up & down her spine. “cult? i mean that’s exactly what it seemed like. the clothes , what they did.” a slight shudder when thinking back to it , those horrific images flashing before her very eyes. “never seen anything like it before.” dragging attention towards the scene momentarily , before exhausted hues return back on him. “what , you actually believe me?” quirking an unamused brow. “those assholes didn’t.”
“ when i’m thinking too much , i realise i’m unkind . ”
“ i hope that our few remaining friends give up on trying to save us . ”
“ what are your intentions ? ”
“ what are your intentions ? i’m ashamed by mine . ”
“ i’ll never come back to this town again . ”
“ i pretend that i’m nicer than i’ll ever be . ”
“ i hope you die . ”
“ i hope you die . i hope we both die . ”
“ i am selfish and deluded . ”
“ enjoy my hypocrisy . ”
“ i hope it stays dark forever . ”
“ i hope the worst isn’t over . ”
“ i should just shut my mouth . ”
“ i hope when you think of me years down the line , you can’t find one good thing to say . ”
“ there’s evidence piled against me . ”
“ i’d hope that if i find the strength to walk out , you’d stay the hell out my way . ”
“ i am drowning . ”
“ you are coming down with me , hand in unlovable hand . ”
“ i don’t like walking around this old and empty house . ”
“ your mind is playing tricks on you , my dear . ”
“ it’s killing me to see you this way . ”
“ there’s an old voice in my head that’s holding me back . ”
“ just let me go . we’ll meet again soon . ”
“ all that’s left is the ghost of you . ”
“ i am awful just to see . ”
“ the hardest part of this is leaving you . ”
“ i’m a half - empty girl . ”
“ just let me cry a little bit longer . ”
“ i’m not gonna smile if i don’t want to . ”
“ i want you to stop insisting that i’m not a lost cause . ”
“ i’ve been through a lot . ”
“ all i’ve got is just to stay pissed off . ”
“ leave me here a little bit longer . ”
“ i don’t want you to see me cry . ”
“ you say we’ve gotta look on the bright side ? well , maybe if you wanna go blind . ”
ALLISON LOVES GREENERY & FLOWERS. her place consists of quite a few potted plants ( she’s not the crazy plant lady , i promise. ) also , she grows a lot of herbs & vegetables in her garden. her favorite flowers are daisies & tulips. she loves to be outside in NATURE , & likes to bring that vibe into her home with a neutral , earthy tone aesthetic. she’s a bit of clean freak & HATES clutter.
