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“And who the hell are you?”
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“And who the hell are you?”
One of Victoria’s absolute, irrefutable, universal truths is that Chris is an intelligent, good person. She knows he probably doesn't believe it, but it's one of the things she absolutely knows about the world she lives in.
Bacon Ice Cream:a "what were you even thinking" headcanon.
i scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream flavor headcanons
When Victoria was learning and teaching herself french, she learned some super cheesy flirting phrases and used them on Chris and it was EMBARRASSING
Instructions on how to care for Chris Argent ( acodeanameachange )
1. Patience. There are good days and there are bad days, and no matter which it is, he needs it.
2. Ask him how he's doing. There was a time in his life where he wasn't asked it enough, and lost time needs to be made up.
3. Listen. Listen with number one, and repeat gently when the words seem to stick. Do not pressure him. He'll get there.
4. Cook with him. Especially if he offers. His mother was italian, it's a precious piece of his identity.
5. If he talks about his father, remind him they are not the same. You only have to say it once, if and when the opportunity arises.
6. Watch him. He communicates more with his body than he ever will verbally.
7. Learn Morse code. You'll be able to communicate with him better that way, even if you don't respond with it.
8. Be honest with him. No matter what it is, he will understand.
9. Don't point it out when he moves. Ask him if he's okay, and if he isn't, refer to one and three.
10. He's a caretaker in his bones. Let him be that, he is never loud with it.
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Allison was on the other side of the door. Or, whatever was wearing Allison. In some ways, she kept her mind from defining motives this monster may have. They were walking around in Allison’s body, had been since she had honorably sacrificed herself in place of her father. The idea of that alone made her nauseous, the kind of sick that leaves you shaking and cold. In other ways, she had to give them motive, to stop them. To protect Allison.
As soon as she’s over the threshold, she’s got the handcuffs at her side where Allison or Not-Allison could see them, expression two parts steel and one part caution. She’s stepping forward slowly, using every sense she has to focus, to center.
“Allison..” Even if it might not be Allison.
“Allison, if that’s you, if you’re listening, then I’m going to put these on you and you’re going to come with me. No one is going to hurt you, no one is going to kill you, and I know you wouldn’t want anyone to get hurt. If it is you, come with me. Come with me, sweetheart.”
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“How did your mother do this?”
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-glares at you publicly-
i need it with the fire of a thousand burning suns, casey, i need it so bad
WHAT WE KNOW, THAT MAKES US RESPONSIBLE
independent chris & victoria argent