you really plan for everything, don't you? (from kira 💋)
the skies are torrential today — a reflection of her mood, perhaps — the rain pounding down hard on the roof serving as background noise to a conversation that allison would really not rather have. she hasn't asked yet how kira got this address — from lydia, most likely — or how she knew she would actually be here — again, likely lydia. instead, she invited her in, put up a pot of tea, and headed straight to her armory. if kira was here seeking her out, whatever brought her here was urgent.
" well, with what we do, we sort of have to, no? " allison counters, making work of filling her quiver with freshly silver-tipped arrows, all supplies laid out on the stark and sterile kitchen counter. " if you've got things to get back to . . . " a life, perhaps, something she's generally avoided cultivating for herself, " look, i just mean to say, i can handle it on my own. i appreciate the warning, but you don't need to worry about me. " i don't want you stuck like i am, she adds silently.
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